unsolicited advice

fourteen

otto and i where walking up the small hill towards my house. the sun was barely shining in the sky at this hour of the day. there was a slight breeze which was accompanied by a humid, warm air. i have recently realized that this kind of perfect weather was common in this part of the country, and i was far from complaining. we walked quite close to each other in the middle of the road, neither of us seemed to be bothered by the close proximity even though the road was quite spacious so we made small talk as we walked.

due to the warm temperature, otto's oversized, spitfire t-shirt had been long gone, most likely in the bottom of that tattered skate bag; tattered is an understatement- it was mere shreds at this point and even though it was obvious the boy needed a new one, no one seemed to care that much to mention it which i'm sure otto appreciated. he also wore one of maxi's black beanies that he had stole from him the day prior which maxi still hasn't realized had gone missing and those same damn dickies that he wore. the  black ones with the patch at the hem. otto's been in all of these different skate films yet he's wore the same pants in every single one. commitment.

"do you have a drink" the dark haired boy asked peering down at me while he began slowing down his already slow pace.

"i am afraid not, sorry" i told him after feeling around in my bag for a second.

otto left out a loud groan and flung his head back in aggravation, causing some extra locks of hair to escape his hat when he stood back up straight.

"i said im sorry" i said chuckling slightly while following after otto who had now taken a seat on the tarmac sidewalk, shoes on the road still, i sat beside him and took of my bag and set it on top of my board.

"can we please just sit here for a minute, bea. i'm absolutely exhausted." he whined before putting his head on his knees to rest.

making myself more comfortable by resting my back against the low wall behind us and crossing my legs in front of me and looked up at the sky. we sat in a comfortable silence while otto regained strength, the only sound where the mufflers of distant taxi's and car, or the odd cicada or two.

the peace was disturbed when we both heard the engine of a car, close by this time, fastly approaching. our heads both snapped to the sound of the car coming down the incline; a blue toyota was hurtling down the road. talk about reckless.

"fuck" otto grumbled and stood up, grabbing his gear and getting ready to walk again followed by a series of incoherent mumbles.

"what's wrong?" i asked otto, my eyes still fixed on the car, coming towards us at an impecable speed, whereas he kept his head low to the ground.

before the boy could even have a second to think of  a reply, the car came to a screech right in front of us. the car was inhabited by a semi-familiar girl, yet i still couldn't quite pinpoint where i knew her from enough for her presense to really affect me.

"oliver topper" the girl said slyly as she slung her arm over the car door out the window and her other hand still on the wheel; trying to be cool.

i could see otto roll his eyes and came to a stop then turned to the girl. his body language and facial expressions made it evident he did not like this girl.

"olivia wesley" he retorted, his eyes narrowing. the girl then turned to me and looked me up adn down, her face was plastered with disgust as she made eye contact with me again, then turned back to otto.

"who's that" OOOHHH BOY. i did not like this girl.

"i can speak" i butted in before otto could reply,

"of course you can" she muttered before turning back , once again to make eye contact with otto. "you goin' to the party on friday, oliver?" she asked almost seductivly as if i wasn't right there.

"why does it matter to you" he replied, avoiding eye contact.

olivia sighed deeply, before turning to me and sending a painful glare in my direction, "watch your back." then once more revved her loud engine and sped off down the empty street.

why is this seventeen-or so girl acting like a four year old.

"dickhead" otto murmured as he resumed the trek to my home.

i had to skip slightly after otto to keep up with his swift speed. he wasn't even going that fast it was only that his legs where so lanky that he was taking strides equal to my jumps due to his rage.

"can i ask who that was" i asked as i trailed behind the boy, trying not to invade to his personal life too much but i couldn't help how nosy i am.

"olivia, you met her before. she works at the diner." he said through gritted teeth, not bothering to even move his head slightly to look at me.

my mouth made an 'o' shape as i pieced together what sam had told me just hours prior about olivia being his ex girlfriend. it stung slightly that he was letting olivia just say those things to him.

to avoid his down mood poisoning my perfectly happy one, i plugged in my earbuds and put one in my ear. i turned up some nostalgic music and hummed along to the melody.

after a little way up the path, still humming along, i couldn't help but notice that otto was now walking more relaxed and every now and then he would even lookdown at me, then his gaze would revert back to the previous position and he would smile,

butterflies to say the least.
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hello my smellys

my health has been pretty good recently and im able to stay awake for normal hours so expect pretty regular updates.

i know its late but thoughts on the new tyler album??? some slappers on there tbh

have a good day/night and make sure you are drinking enough water.

i love you <<<3