Wherever You Go [Katy Perry Fan fiction]

Chapter Fifty-Three

"I think the funniest time was when we were driving and got lost upstate," Oliver says through a soft chuckle, making me laugh with him as I remember exactly what he is talking about.

The summer of 2001. Me and Oliver were both seventeen years old at the time and had been dating for around two years. It was a boiling hot Saturday afternoon, just gone twelve to be exact, and we were driving around Santa Barbara with Alanis Morissette playing in the background. I always remembered how Oliver's hair just swept to one side effortlessly - just a little shorter than what it is now. The quiff that he normally sports now never even existed when he was younger.

Around two hours into our drive, when the sky had gotten darker and the streetlights were the only things lighting up the roads, we realised that we didn't actually know where we were.

"You panicked yourself so much," I giggle, placing my hand on his warm chest. The sun was still beating down on the pair of us, and I was still dressed in my all black Adidas tracksuit, but not even the heat could ruin this time to ourselves.

"I had no idea where we were," he laughs with me. 

I kiss his cheek, leaving my mouth just inches from his skin so that he was able to feel the warmth of my breath. The pair of us were still laid down together on the basketball court, being fried by the LA sun. It didn't bother us though. Just being in one another's company was the best feeling in the world. 

I looked up at the cloudless sky. A beautiful blanket of pale blue silk hung over Los Angeles today. The pair of us just laid on our backs, my head comfortably on Ol's chest , one of his hands behind his head and the other wrapped firmly around my waist, listening to nothing but one another's steady breaths.

"I would do anything to go back to our teenage years, just for one day," Ol sighs, beginning to stroke his thumb along the skin of my thigh. It tickles, but it's not an annoying tickle, it's a nice tickle. 

I look at him after he has spoken, tilting my head so that my breath was sticking to his neck whilst I looked at him. "The days when we were free to do whatever we wanted, go wherever we wanted and live without a single care in the world." 

The corners of his lips curl into a gorgeous smile, one that I just have to lie there and look at for a few seconds, until it fades away again and I feel disappointed. "Exactly that," he whispers. "I guess though, we're even luckier now because we have two beautiful children together." 

"I wouldn't change it for the entire world," I admit, to which Oliver's smile reappears. I don't miss my chance to stare when it does. The smile he wore on his face right now was the exact same smile I got to see on Lucas' face every single day. "What I would change though," I begin, bringing up my hand from behind me, holding up the orange basketball that Oliver was playing with forty-five minutes ago. "Is my terrible ball skills." 

His eyes widen a little, and he nods his head at my words. "Oh yeah, definitely." 

"Hey!" I feign offence, hitting him lightly on his hard chest. "You're not supposed to agree with me!" But the pair of us know exactly what I'm like when it comes to shooting the ball at the hoop. 'Absolutely terrible' is the phrase I believe my teacher used to describe my sixteen year old self during gym class. It was one thing missing the hoop by a few centimeters, but by about four meters every single time was just embarrassing. Basketball was just never my thing. "It's a good job I found my talent in singing, isn't it?" 

"Why?" Oliver asks, a smirk appearing on his face. "Was being a basketball player your alternate job option?" 

I roll my blue eyes at his words, but of course, I can't help laughing. "You're so funny," my sarcastic voice comes into the conversation.