"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
-Dr. Seuss.
Oliver didn't come Thursday. Or the next day. And he didn't come today. And all though I was worried I was more sad then that. Doubts ran through my head. Maybe he finally realized how absolutely fucked up I am. I spent so much time trying to protect myself from the pain, from everything. And then Oliver came. And he just bursted in my life, with a smile on his face. And I loved the fact that even after he has seen me cry, and even after he has seen the real me. He stayed. And he treated me like I was actually normal. But now, Oliver was gone.
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It was 12:03 at night. And normally, 12:03 wasn't a very special time, it was just another minute of my life. But on this day, it was a very, very special minute. Because that was the minute Oliver hopped through my window, looking like he had just ran a marathon. Sweat dripped on his forehead and he had a purple bruise on his jaw. His eyes were droopy and his hair was wild. He looked horrible in all.
"Oliver!" I jumped out of be and put and arm around him. He leaned on me. And I knew even though he looked like he would pass out any second now he was thinking of me. He wasn't putting all his weight on me cause he knew it would crush me.
"Hello Chai." He says, the smallest hint of a smile gracing his features.
"Come on Oliver." I say and I walk him to the bed. He immediately collapses on the bed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. It didn't take long for his breathing to even. He was asleep. And as I stared at his hair, his face, his hands. I realized something. My mother once said. Life is like the ocean, it can be calm and still or rough and rigid, but in the end, it's always beautiful. But when will the end come? Because for a long time, my life hasn't been very pretty. And I'm still waiting for something beautiful. And I had finally found it. The light at the end of my tunnel. It was a person. A boy. With shaggy black hair and bright gray eyes. Who blames himself for stuff. Who likes brownies a lot. And this boy had a name.
His name was Oliver.
Oliver Rhine.
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The boy & the brownies.
Teen Fiction"Sometimes it's okay to not be okay." Chai Flee was a broken girl. Oliver Rhine was a broken boy. And somewhere along the way of the crazy adventure we call life. Chai and Oliver met each other.
