Previously...on TOUGH LOVE
I layed down on the couch while Damon just paints..
He keeps glancing at me every bit, I don't know why......
But I'm tired....
So I fell into a ...deep...deep....sleep.....
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Now***
Oliver's pov..
Mmm....
Dame.....I feel very...comfy.......
I'm on something soft....It's not the couch...
I moved Around abit...
I feel nice cool fabric through my fingers....
I slowly open my eyes....
Rubbing them a bit...
Mmm...
I'm on a bed...
With white fabric....
I sat up quickly.
Holy shit...am I on Damon's bed!?!?
I looked around....
I don't see damon...
But I see a thin tarp over the canvas Damon was working on before I fell asleep...
I stretched a bit....
Got up off his bed.
Dame...it was fucking comfy tho.....
...
Oliver:" uh....Damon?!...."I called out but no one answered.
I walked over to the painting...
Mmm...
Should I? I wanna see.....
I nudged the tarp...til....
A door opens.
I looked over and see damon walk into the room.
Damon:" Hello Oliver. Did you sleep well?"
I stepped back.
Oliver:" yeah actually. Did you move me..?"
Damon:" yes. You seemed a bit uncomfortable on the sofa. So I had moved you to the bed. I apologize if it was wrong in any way.."
Oliver:" no no...your good...thanks."
He nods.
Then proceeds to walk over to me.
I just stood there, almost forgot about the painting....
He stares down at me....
Oliver:" yes?" I questioned?
Damon:" Do you want to see?"
He says as he grips the tarp.
Oliver:" I mean if your willing to show?"
He nods.
Then pulls the thin tarp down.
.....
Whoa......
The painting was .....me?.......
It was me laying on the couch ....sleeping.....
It looks so ....detailed....
I assume that's why he was look at me....
Oliver:" wow......this is...amazing!...."
He smiles...
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Tough Love
Teen FictionImagine having tough love? This story is about a boy name Oliver. Hills....who has something about himself he knows. but his dad doesn't support it.....at all......so he keeps it to himself. Oliver is a senior in high school, 19 years old, ... 5ft...