Just a Crush: Dear Diary (Oli Sykes)

Chapter Sixteen: Words

'I've finally had my first kiss! James from America's kissed me. Finally. It was really weird. I don't know what I thought having someone's tongue in my mouth would feel like. Not like this, though. But I'll get used to it, I reckon.'

"Holy shit," Remington muttered when we stopped kissing. "It's never felt like this," I said, still in a bit of a daze. "Yeah, ditto. Seriously, holy shit," he said with wide eyes. "Would you mind it if we did it again?" I asked with a blush. He grinned cheekily and kissed me again. And again. And again. He gave me about 20 quick pecks, making me smile against his lips at the affectionate nature of his actions. Then he finally deepend the kiss, and I wasn't smiling anymore. I was a bit distracted by the feeling that arose at the pit of my stomach. I was proper horny, I was.

We jumped apart at the sound of someone clearing their throat. We looked at the two people standing by our loveseat, grinning wickedly at us. "Well, well, well, she wasn't imaginary after all," the taller of the two sniggered. "You owe me 50 bucks, Seb," the shorter lad spoke. "You assholes bet on this?" Remington asked. "It's not every day you bitch about a girl you talked to for an entire 5 seconds," Sebastian, I gather, said. "You what?" I asked. "I may have mentioned our run-in to my brothers," Remington blushed. "That's a bit cute, innit," I smiled goofily. "Yes, wittwe Wemmy is the cutest," Emerson, I think, gushed dramatically. "Shut up, you ass. You're younger than me," Remington whinged. "Only on paper," he shrugged. "In age, too," Sebastian pointed out. "Whatever," Emerson rolled his eyes. "Why are you two even here?" Remington asked. "You were gone a while, and we got worried," Sebastian said. "Sure, you did," Remmy scoffed. "No, actually, we came to tell you that we're leaving in an hour," Emerson said. "You could've just texted," Remmy told them. "Yeah, but we also wanted to meet your mystery girl," Sebastian shot back. "And to see if she was real. Speaking of which, hi, I'm Emerson," he held out his hand for me. "Leonora. Lovely to meet you," I grinned. "Sebastian," the taller of the two held out his hand, too. I shook it with a smile. "Alright, you met her, now you can fuck off," Remington said. "Remington! Language! Don't make me call mom," Emerson threatened. "You wouldn't," the former narrowed his eyes. "Of course, he would. Are you forgetting what a snitch he is?" Sebastian scoffed. "Fine, then I'll tell her it was you who crashed her car when you were 15," Remmy stuck his tongue out at his brother. I must admit that I was incredibly amused by their antics. "Then I'll tell her it was you who destroyed her lipstick and not cousin Annie!" Emerson exclaimed. "Alright, alright, you two, that's enough. Leonora, it was great to meet you, but I think it would be best if Emerson and I went back inside," Sebastian intervened before the brotherly spat could escalate. "It was great to meet you, too," I grinned and waved at them as they left.

"I'm sorry about them," Remington cringed. "What? Why? That was lovely," I chuckled. "They always try to embarrass me in front of the girls I like," he continued. "Oh, so you like me?" I asked. He laughed with an eyeroll and pecked my lips again. I let out a surprised yelp, and he kissed me again. "So, do you wanna ask that again?" He lift an eyebrow cheekily. "No, I think I know the answer," I bit my lip slightly, trying to contain the pure excitement I felt. "Do you have any annoying siblings?" He asked. "Nope, I'm an only child, me. I've always wanted a sister, though," I said. "Yeah, a sister would be nice," he agreed. "Can I ask you something?" I decided to change the subject a bit. We only had a bit less than an hour, and if getting to know a person happened one fun fact at a time, I wanted to know more. "Shoot. But not literally. Although, you seem like you're more into the classic ways of killing serially," he noted. "What's the classic way, then?" I asked. "Killing strangers with kindness," he grinned. "You're so goofy," I laughed. "I've been told," he said with a laugh, too. I leaned in and kissed him again. "So, what was your question?" He asked when I broke our kiss. "Hmm? Oh, right. I wanted to ask what your favourite word was," I said. "Hmm, that's a great question. I think it's 'indubitably' because it's just really fun to say. Indubitably, hehe. What about yours?" Remmy asked. "Ghastly. It sounds proper dramatic and educated," I told him. "Mmm, indubitably," he nodded as his fingers rolled his imaginary moustache and I laughed for what felt like the millionth time. "Remington?" I asked. "God, I love the way you say my name," he shivered. "Do I say it differently than other people?" I asked, confused. "Yeah, a little bit. It sounds sweeter from your lips," he explained. "Sweeter?" I asked. "Yeah, you know how some words have a taste, or a smell, or even a colour of their own?" He explained. "I've never thought of that," I admitted. "Really? Some words have really specific connotations for me. This is a totally random example, but when I think of the little tools kids use to play around in a sandbox with, I see them in yellow. Or when I hear the word 'van,' for me, it's purple and fluffy. And when you say my name, it's sweet and tastes like strawberries," he explained. "Why purple and fluffy?" I asked. "Because my mom had a van when I was younger, and she had those purple fluffy dice that used to be popular hanging off the rearview mirror," he elaborated. "Oh, okay, I understand. The taste and smell and colour come from your memories, then?" I questioned. "I think so," he nodded. "What does my name taste like then?" I asked. "Mmm, I'm not sure yet. But I think it tastes like something summery. Maybe cherries," he said thoughtfully. I stared at him in awe, utterly flabbergasted. "What?" He chuckled. "Who are you?" I asked, my eyebrows knitting together. "I'm Remmy, silly," he booped my nose again, "Well, go on, give it a try. Let's start off with something easy. Your favourite word is ghastly, right? What colour is it? It might be easier if you close your eyes and visualise the word in front of you," he said. I did as instructed and willed the word into existence behind my closed lids. "I think I see it," I said, a bit surprised. "That's great! Alright, focus on the colour," he said happily. "It's grey, and I smell it. It smells... like cigarette smoke?" I opened my eyes in confusion. "Shit, that might be my fault," he snorted and waved his lit ciggy in front of me. I began laughing and shook my head. I lit my own cigarette and sighed contently. "You look happy," he said. "I am," I admitted. "Yellowish orange is the colour I'll connect with you. Leonora equals joy," he said suddenly. "You might not remember that tomorrow," I joked. "Why not?" He asked. "You seemed quite pissed earlier," I said. "Pissed? What does anger have to do with anything?" He looked even more confused than before. "Not angry. Pissed. Drunk," I reiterated. "Oh! I was, but I feel like I've sobered up. And trust me, Leonora, I could be blackout drunk, but I'd never forget the yellowish orange cherry taste of your name," he said, and it honestly sounded so seductive that I felt a tingle between my legs. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked. "That was a bit sexy," I muttered. "Sorry? I didn't catch that," he said, obviously lying. "I said that was bloody sexy," I pulled him closer and whispered in his ear. I saw him shiver before he kissed me with passion. At least I'd describe it as passion. Either way, I was done for after that. Had we had more time, I would've suggested something improper. I'd never ever ever felt as ready to have sex as I did with him. It was so thrilling. The kiss made me dizzy as various happy colours swirled around my mind. I shivered as his warm hand made contact with the bare skin on my lower back. Electricity is what coursed through my veins, I reckon. Every inch of me was utterly overstimulated.

"We should stop now because I don't want to walk through that crowd with a boner," Remmy said, chuckling sheepishly. My eyes widened at his honesty as my cheeks burned. "How much time do we have left?" I asked. "What on Earth are you insinuating? My mom raised me better than that, Leonora," he exclaimed. "No! I was just asking how much longer I can chat with you," I said, mortified that he'd thought I'd suggest anything so forward so soon. "I'm messing with you. I know what you meant," he chuckled before he looked at his phone and frowned. "Fifteen minutes," he said. "Do you still want to see me tomorrow?" I asked. "Hell yeah, I do," he said in a deeper voice than was usual for him. "When and where?" I asked. "We can meet in front of the festival gates at 9, maybe?" He suggested. "Okay," I nodded. "Seeing as I really would prefer being alone with you, would you mind if we went somewhere together? Not here somewhere?" He asked. "Are you going to murder me?" I joked. "Of course," he smiled wickedly. "Alright, I was just making sure so I could dress appropriately for the occasion," I explained. "Mmm, smart," he nodded. "I was only speaking from experience, y'know," I said. "Of course, I wouldn't have dared to assume otherwise," he told me. I stared at him, my cheeks hurting, but I couldn't stop smiling. "I really liked spending time with you tonight," I blurted out. "I had hoped I'd get to see you again today," he admitted. "Really? So, your brothers weren't joking? You spoke about me with them?" I asked. "Well, yeah, I mean, there was just something about you being so... I don't even know how to word it, but I knew we'd get along as soon as you fell flat on your ass," he giggled. "Aye, that was one of my best moments. Proper ladylike, I reckon," I smirked. "Oh, yeah, definitely. Just my type. Proper ladies who threaten to kill me and talk about pissing their pants to complete strangers," he snorted. "Well, that's perfect then, innit? I am just like the person in your description," I said matter-of-factly. "Perfect," he smiled. "Does your face hurt?" I asked. "It does, actually. Yours?" He asked. "Aye, but I can't stop smiling, me," I shook my head. "We can fix that. Let's just spend our last five minutes talking about something serious," he suggested. "Mmm, alright. I reckon we could do that. But what about?" I asked. "I'm drawing a blank. Oooh, I know! I could tell you my worst pick-up line. It's so bad, it's just sad," he said, prompting me to chuckle. "Hey! I'm serious. Okay, you ready?" He asked, and I nodded, biting my lips together. "Is your name Ariel? Because we mermaid for each other," he said. I laughed out loud when he winked at me. "Damn it, that usually works," he cursed. "It works in what way? Because I feel like if you'd said that to me when we met, I'd have been bought," I said. "Please, for the love of all that is sacred in this world, tell me that you're not a fan of cheesy pick-up lines," he begged. "I'm sorry, but I kind of love them. The worse they are, the better," I admitted. "You know what, Leonora Thomas? That's just unfair. Can I ask you to marry me already? Or is it too soon?" He asked, pouting. "You'd probably have to ask Gemma for permission, but I am free next Sunday. How does that sound?" I asked cheekily. "Who's Gemma?" He asked. "She is my soulmate and best friend," I told him. "You already have a soulmate? Huh, that won't do then..." he shook his head. "Right, I guess I can't marry you, then," I said. "Damn it," he swung his arm dramatically.

"Who's getting married?" Sebastian asked, startling both of us. "No one now that I know Leonora has a soul mate already," Remington sighed. "Right, uhm, yeah, anyway, we have to leave. The cab is waiting for us outside. Bye, Leonora," Sebastian said and turned on his heel. "I guess it's time," Remmy frowned. "We'll see each other in like 6 hours," I smiled encouragingly. "That's true," he nodded. We both stood up, and I wrapped my arms around his lower torso. His arms went around my shoulders, and I inhaled his scent again. He took a small step back, put his finger under my chin, and pushed it up before he leant down to kiss me goodbye.

I left the party soon after Remington. I really only stayed long enough to say goodbye to Oli and the lads. I found Oli snogging a blonde girl whom I assumed was Hannah, so I didn't really say goodbye to him in the end. But I did say goodbye to the others, so that's fine. Anyway, when I came home and changed into my pyjamas, I couldn't fall asleep. All I could think about was how chuffed I was to see Remmy in the morning.