Haunted Sweetheart. Fransykes

Grotesque Love

Hello babes! We're almost done with the beginning of this story, wow haha, I thought it would have taken me much longer to get almost through this chunk. But hmm, think of this as the calm before the storm. 😳😳😳

I watched as Oliver stepped inside, glancing side to side at the walls of the living room, as if he was trying to figure out my entire life story from just this. I have never felt more grateful for my family never taking photos together, at least ones to be proud of enough to want to hang up on the walls for everyone to see when first walking in just like Oliver now. He didn't need to know anything about me, he never will have a reason to. "I'm a little surprised you let me come over, with you avoiding me and all lately. I understand that you're shy but that really hurts y'know?" He pouted.

Did Oliver really walk into my home just to complain about me not speaking to him? "Just let me know if you need space, I love hanging out with Mat and all but I wanna see you too!" He chirped.

I wanted to throw up when he mentioned Mat. He didn't deserve my angel in his life, he will find his somewhere else, do not go stealing others! I didn't need Oliver getting scared of the fact his friend disappears out of the blue one day but he will just have to get over it if he was going to be with me for the rest of time. "Are you alright? You look pale, did you catch a cold from walking home in the rain too often?"

It was so Oliver to care so much about my wellbeing, but the only way I won't feel sick to my stomach is if I got rid of everyone else in the way of getting my goal. My perfect picture. Our perfect picture. "I can make some soup if you have any in your kitchen, I am sure if you don't I can figure out how to make some for you if you would like." Panic bubbled up inside at the mention of him making food for me.

He went to turn to head towards the kitchen before I grabbed onto his arm, digging my nails into his skin to keep him from moving or going somewhere he wasn't allowed to go. "No! Stay out of the kitchen!"

"Let's.. let's go somewhere else. Uhm.. how about my bedroom? Yes, let's go in there." I rushed out, dragging him throughout the halls of my home, bringing him up to a spare bedroom that was never used unless we had other family coming over to stay. This would do for now as my bedroom.

"Josh- Josh you're hurting me!"

I whipped around, looking down at my hand that was digging into his wrist. "Don't go anywhere in this house except the places I tell you that you can go to, alright?" I spat, opening the bedroom door.

Oliver looked up at me, slight fear and panic was present in his eyes. I didn't care at the moment I just needed him to be here in this room, he will get used to it eventually he just had to stay for a minute.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you but I just don't want anything getting into my life too quickly. I am truly sorry." I wasn't sorry for what I did, sure I felt bad but truly it was his fault.

"It's okay, Josh. I should've asked if I could go in they before I did." He smiled, it did seem a little forced though but I will ignore it.

He followed me into the bedroom, sitting down on chair at the desk in the room while I sat on the bed, briefly forgetting this wasn't my own room, and that that was why he wasn't sitting on the bed out of respect. "You can sit down, you know." I told him.

Oliver stood up, plopping down next to me and grinning, falling back into the mattress, bouncing slightly and giggling. I could say he looked almost cute right then and there. He hummed, "you're bland, you're room is that is, how do you deal with bedroom walls that have no color on them but poop brown?"

I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head. If only he knew that my room was actually covered in his face, my angel's face. Oliver slowly sat up, sighing softly.