Blind Channel Short Stories

Olli Matela - Burn With Me

Requested by: @-SharksLoveBlood-

Delilah

Just another regular day at uni, stupid forensic psychology was driving me crazy. I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder. I saw a sandy curly-haired guy standing near a white car with his bass case on top of it. He was locking it looks like, but he just went somewhere and left it on top of the car.

What the bloody hell? I thought to myself, my legs ran over to the bass so it wasn't stolen and I slung the case on my back and decided to follow the idiot. Until I noticed him go into the Starbucks and I decided to tap him.

"Uh excuse me, you've left your bass on the roof of your car. And I just wanted to make sure it got to you safely." I said with a smile, his blue eyes looked at me confused and I showed him. He chuckles sheepishly.

"Thank you very much I truly appreciate it!" He says with a smile, and I decided to walk away and head home until he calls back.

"Alright see you around." I said and he calls after me.

"Wait! Come and join for some Starbucks." He says to me. He pulls to pay for me but I was protesting.

"No, you did not have to do that!" I said while sitting next to him, while sipping my Pumpkin spice latte.

"So do you know who I am?" He asks me, I looked at him closely. Holy shit! It's Olli Matela from BC! What the fuck is he doing drinking Starbucks with me?

"Yes, I do know who you are but don't worry I won't scream the place down. But seriously man, don't you have anything better to do than sitting with me Starbucks and drinking it with me? Like band practice." I whisper to him and he laughs.

"Yes but it starts 5 pm and it is only half-past four and I can head there shortly. It's right around the corner." He says pointing to the recording studio. Oh shit! I laughed.

We were talking and his sense of humour was amazing but he had to go to band practice.

"Well I got to go now, hopefully, I can see you again. Actually, let me get your phone number or something. Because Joel is having a party and you could join. You're legal right?" He asks me with a smile.

"I'm 23 wanker!" I said with a laugh. He wrote his number on my Starbucks cup. Well, that is such a cliche. I decided to head back to my flat and I landed against the door sighing.

I got to do my assignment for forensic psychology looking into serial killers like Ted Bundy, Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy and the list goes on and on. I looked at the Starbucks cup thinking whether I should text Olli. Oh, what the heck! What is the worse thing that can happen? He can block me.

I entered the number on my phone and write a message.

Delilah: Hey Olli, it's the girl who returned your bass! I pressed send and oh God, I wanted to die until my iPhone dinged and he responded.

Olli: Hey Ginger spice, how are you?

Delilah: It's going well bass boy, btw it's Delilah! :)

Olli: That's a pretty name Ginger spice!

Delilah: Thank you!

I sighed and decided to take a shower and get ready for university for the next day. I was still thinking about Olli. Damn it, sleep, Delilah.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep. My alarm woke me up at 7:30 AM, I rushed to get something on and I found my Blackcraft Cult Never Trust The Living mesh crop top, with a pair of my favourite pair of black ripped skinny jeans and my checkerboard Vans. I did my winged eyeliner and a bit of mascara. I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder and rushed out of the house. My ginger hair blew around me as I headed toward classes.