A Love So Toxic | BxB

Nine

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A lot of people (not really) are/getting together this chapter. Slow burns just burn my patience and sanity to hell!
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Oliver's POV

I feel so naked and exposed without my hoodie on. Well, it wasn't really my hoodie, but Ross' hoodie.
I never really leave my room. Simply because I don't want to deal with crappy foster parents.

The only reason I'm walking downstairs is because I need to let them know that I've used up all my Adderall and maybe they should get something a little bit stronger.
Just a little. Sometimes I end being hyper-focus on one task, that I'm oblivious to what's around me.

Like when Ross is talking to me and I accidentally ignore him. I don't want to ignore Ross. I want him to have all of my —barely manageable—attention. But I also don't want to creep him out from being hyper-focused on him.

"He's so dumb, Hank! Why couldn't we foster a normal kid?"

I am normal. I am perfectly normal. My hobbies are normal. My preferences are normal.

Just because I don't have the normal attention span, doesn't mean–

I wonder if Ross is coming over today.

I can show him the drawing I was working on...– Actually no.
I wasn't feeling like I normally do earlier while drawing so I don't think I want to show him that.

I never want to show him those types of drawings but he just always insists!

I had a nightmare last night about Ross. It was really bad and the aftermath is still affecting me.

But Chase Atlantic came out with a new song today so I am going to listen to them before I call up Ross.

Speaking of which, I hope he hasn't texted me while I am—

"Oliver!"

My mantra was interrupted by the obnoxious loud voice of my foster mother.
Her voice reminds me of Freddie Kaugers claws, when he scratches them across a glass window, and they make that screeching sound.

Yeah her voice is like that–

"Hello! You dumb Dora! Don't you hear me talking to you?!"

Loud and clear boss. Loud and window screeching clear.

"Pills." I answered simply while bringing my hand up near my head and shook the bottle pointedly. "Dosage needs to be a little bit higher, and I need more pills in general."

I probably should have said lower because she would pointedly make my dosage way higher than what it needs to be.

"Oh, and I remember what those pills look like, so don't bother switching them out for anything else. Like you did last time.

I have an attention deficiency. I'm not an idiot."

I walked back up the long spiral staircase my mind already on calling Ross.

I wonder if he's busy today. I hope we can hangout! I can show him my playlist! What song did I want to show him again?

"Crazy." I barely registered my foster mother mumble.