Ollie snuck through the house, his father wasn't home, though the tv was still on and his recliner was still inclined. He made his way down the small hallway, the lights were off in his parents room. With the slightest push of his palm he revealed his mother asleep in her bed. She was home early for some reason.
When his head hit the pillow he couldn't sleep, he kept checking his phone for Peter's text message. "He's driving- give him time to get back" He said in his mind. He replayed the kiss as an out of body experience. As if he were looking in on himself getting kissed. He rolled over on his side and sighed. Peter didn't text once he got home, he thought he was already pushing too hard. In Ollie's mind he wasn't pushing hard enough.
The next day, Ollie felt drained both emotionally and physically. He hated nights like the one before, and the one before that. It never felt like there was an end to the non stop party. Winter break had only just begun and he had already done so much. He hadn't heard from Scarlett after he left her in the parking lot, he didn't text her to tell her he was okay either.
Scarlett was awoken by the turn of a car engine outside. She groggily got out of bed and peaked between her blinds, her father was in his black car, he didn't have a shirt on. The black car swerved out of the driveway, almost hitting the car parked across the street. She watched until she couldn't bare the sight of the empty driveway. It was only 6:30. She flopped onto her bed, rolled over onto her side and sighed. She didn't even feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She was numb. Her phone buzzed. She checked it, to her surprise it was Ollie.
*Sorry I didn't text you last night*
*Can we go out tonight?*
*What time?*
*I'll text*
Ollie stared at his phone, refreshing the page to see if Peter texted him. He didn't want to be the one to push Peter. "Maybe I should've just let him do whatever he wanted to me," his mind said. He began to type a message. *Hi*
It took him 4 minutes to work up the courage to hit the send button. In less than a minute Peter responded.
*Hi- I was worried I scarred you off*
*not at all*
*Good... I was looking forward to getting to know u*
*Me and Scarlett are going out tonight- wanna meet somewhere?*
*I gotta study- I have exams when we get back from break*
*I see*
The day went slow which meant the night would go even slower. Ollie didn't know what Scarlett was planning. In fact she didn't even know what was in store. She wanted to do something drastic, worse than drinking or sneaking out, she wanted to remember her father, while at the same time forget. He couldn't be gone for good, could he?
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Pretty Boy
Teen FictionCOMPLETED 15 year old Ollie and his best friend Scarlett try to navigate the world and try to see where they belong. Ollie comes to terms with his sexuality and begins a wild path full of alcohol, drugs and sex. His exploration gets the worse of hi...
