Just a Crush: Dear Diary (Oli Sykes)

Chapter Fifteen: Summer Rain

'Dear diary, I haven't put anything in here in two years... I don't even know where to begin. A lot has happened since my last entry. Not many things I'd want to relive. Maybe I'll tell you someday. For now, let me promise you that I'll start using you more often again. Maybe I'll read this again when I'm 30 and old, and I'll have a good laugh about my 17-year-old self.'

"Are you in a bad mood?" I asked Oli as we walked toward the party. We were a few paces behind the rest of his band. "No, why?" He asked dismissively. "I don't know, I was just wondering," I shrugged. "So, you'd like to have 'fun' with Remington, would you?" He asked. "I wouldn't mind having fun with him. He's just my type," I smiled. "Is he?" Oli asked impassively. "Aye, he's got tattoos, messy hair, he wears make-up... and he's tall, too," I grinned. "Leonora, everyone is bloody tall compared to you," he rolled his eyes. "Well, he's nice and funny, too. And a great singer," I said. "So?" He scoffed. "What?" I was confused. "So what if he's a good singer, and funny, and nice," he grumpled. "I mean, it kind of is important that he's nice, wouldn't you say?" I asked with knitted eyebrows. "How well do you even know him, anyway?" He asked. "Like I've said, we met today when I almost pissed myself," I said, a bit quietly. Oli seemed cheesed off for some reason. "Then you can't really know if he's nice or not, can you? Also, he's a bit young," he said with disdain. "What? How old is he then?" I asked. "I think he's 20," he said. I couldn't stop the surprised laugh that escaped me. "What?" He asked. "Oli, I'm 18, remember? He's age-appropriate, if anything," I pointed out with amusement. "Whatever," he shook his head, and silence fell upon us.

We arrived soon after, though. The lads dispersed, and I was left to my own devices. I didn't like that at all, me. I didn't know anyone at the party, and I felt like an intruder. I really wished my mates had come with us. I considered going back to the bungalow, but then I ran into someone who greatly eased my mind. "Hey, killer. What are you doing here?" Remington asked with a goofy, drunk smile. "I came with Bring Me, but they've ditched me," I frowned. "Really? That's so rude! I'd never ditch you," he shook his head dramatically and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He smelt really nice. "Would you like anything to drink?" He asked. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Little old me? I'm riding the pina colada wave tonight," he said and waved his arms as if he were surfing, prompting me to laugh. "Would you like to join the wave?" He asked, looking at me. "I'd like that a lot," I nodded eagerly. He led me to the bar and ordered for us. The drinks were apparently free of charge here. I made a mental note to take advantage of that. Hehe.

"Where to next, pretty lady?" He asked, handing me my drink. "Could we go outside a bit? I'd fancy a smoke," I said. "You smoke? You're a real killer after my own heart, huh?" He asked and booped my nose. I loved his bubbly personality. Remington grabbed my hand and led me to the terrace through the large crowd of people. I naturally blushed as we walked with our fingers intertwined. I never would have been bold enough to do that with a complete stranger, but here he was, either extremely confident or completely oblivious to the implications of such a small gesture. It made my insides dance pleasantly as I revelled in the warm feeling of his palm around mine.

"Oh, it's so peaceful here," he sighed happily as we made ourselves comfortable on a loveseat outside. "Are you always this cheerful?" I asked, turning towards him, with one of my legs folded underneath me. "I try to be. What's the use of being grumpy? Life's too short for that," he shrugged, putting a ciggy between his lips with his free hand. He was still holding mine with the other, I noted. "I really liked your performance today," I said. "Awe, I'm glad! I really enjoyed yours, too. Who knew the prettiest serial killer had a killer - HA - set of lungs," he laughed at his own pun. Apparently, it was a habit? "You've called me pretty a few times now," I noted. "That's because you are," he said matter-of-factly. My face scrunched up in embarrassment as I thanked him. "Tell me something about yourself, Leonora. Like, what do you do in life? What's your last name? How old are you, anyway?" He asked all three questions rather quickly. "That's quite a lot," I chuckled, "Mmm, I turned 18 in April, my last name's Thomas, and I go to school. I do have a sort of a band with my mates, and we mostly play covers of songs. I want to pursue music next year after I graduate," I said. "That's very cool," he grinned. "What about you?" I asked. "I turned 20 in May, my last name is now legally Leith, and I dropped out of high school to pursue music. I have two brothers. My older brother's name is Sebastian, and my younger brother is Emerson. They're in Palaye Royale with me. Em plays the drums, and Seb is a guitarist," he explained.