Just a Crush: Dear Diary (Oli Sykes)

Chapter Twenty-seven: Fancy

'I'm sitting outside and staring at his empty house. I've done this so many times now; always secretly hoping that by some miracle, the lights would turn on, and I'd get a glimpse of his silhouette through the window.'

"What did Mickey tell you that had you swearing at him like that?" I asked when we sat down. "Nothing new," Oli said. What did that mean, though? Was Mickey the same way with Oli as Gemma was with me? "That's a bit cryptic, innit?" I asked. He regarded me with a thoughtful look. "You don't have to tell me," I said just as he opened his mouth. "I will. Just not right now. Alright?" Oli said. "Alright," I nodded. We were quiet for a while before I spoke again. "So, I've heard that Mickey's met someone," I don't know why I decided to talk about that. It was the first thing that came to mind. "Aye, Chloe. She's cool," he said. "I had this theory that he might fancy Gemma," I admitted. "You know what's interesting? I thought so, too. He gets awfully weird about her and everything. They still chat every day, as far as I know. I guess they're just good friends," he shrugged. "Oh, she was weird about him, too. I dunno if she still is, seeing as we haven't spoken much lately, but yeah. I think it's quite unfair that she gave me shite about you every day, but whenever I mentioned Mat, she would just ignore it, or deny it, or distract me with you," I said, without really thinking. Oli didn't have any sort of negative reaction to my confession, though. "Distract you with me?" He asked with a cheeky smile. "Aye, she'd force me to talk about you. And there's always much to say on that topic," I laughed. "So, what would you tell her about me? How I'm the sexiest olive planter you'd ever met?" He grinned. "Of course, mainly that," I giggled. I weirdly didn't feel uncomfortable telling him I found him sexy. "Tell me more," he beckoned me with a hand wave. "Well, she also had to listen to how much I missed you and how excited I was for your return. Among other things," I said, leaving out the bit about how confusing I found him. "Interesting... D'you know that Mickey has the same tactics?" He told me. "Oh? So, you tell him how amazingly attractive I am and how you miss me so much it hurts, too?" I joked. "I think I'd use different phrasing, but yeah, something along those lines," he laughed. I was a bit surprised by his honesty. "I was joking," I said. "And I wasn't," he told me. "You find me attractive?" I asked. "Of course. I think I've already told you you were gorgeous. Have you forgotten?" He referred to my birthday. "No, I think the memory of my birthday will forever haunt me," I frowned. "My reaction really wasn't the best that night. I'm sorry," he apologised. "No, it's fine. I don't know what I expected you to do. You obviously wouldn't kiss me back. It was stupid of me," I rolled my eyes. "No, I wouldn't have then," he agreed. I ignored the little spasm that went through me when he spoke. "Anyway, uhm, what have you been up to? How is Luna?" I changed the topic before I'd ask him something silly, like if he'd kiss me back now. "Oh, uhm, I've mostly been writing and composing. I've spent quite some time with my family, too. And with Luna. She's great. She's still a nutter," he smiled. "I can't wait to see her again," I gushed. "I'll bring her with me after the New Year. We should be done with That's the Spirit by then," he said. "Is that what the album's called?" I asked. "Yes," he nodded. "So, do I have to wait for the official release before I hear the songs, or?" I grinned. "I can show you," he smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. This was new. "Really?" I asked with a huge grin. "But not today. I want to be 100% sober when I show you," he said cryptically. "But you haven't had that much to drink yet," I pointed out. "Leonora, I said no. Let's talk about something else," he demanded. "Like what?" I asked. "Liiiiiiike uhm, tell me, what is... your favourite, uhm, hmm, piece of clothing to wear?" He finally finished thoughtfully. "I like putting on my knickers. Or maybe hoodies. I miss wearing hoodies and long trousers in summer. I can always wear knickers, so I guess I'll say hoodies. Yours?" I asked. "Interesting. I like putting on my knickers, too. Stop laughing! Hmm, I like the feeling of wearing a button-up over a tank or a T shirt," he said. "I expected you to say your beanie was your favourite thing to wear," I said. "Right, that's also a good choice. Maybe I'll change my answer, yeah," he nodded. "I don't want to influence your answer, though," I said. "It's fine. You apparently know me better than I know myself, hahaha. Alright, your turn," he said after he'd stopped chuckling. "To ask something? Hmm, what's your favourite smell?" I asked. I know I'd already had the same conversation with Remington, but I wanted to know Oli's answer, too. "My favourite smell? The people I love because they smell like home," he said. "That's so lovely," I smiled with a bit of a frown. "Yours?" He asked. I gave him the same answer as I did to Remmy. "That's a great one," he agreed. "Did you know that summer rain has its own scent?" I asked. "Of course, and it smells heavenly," he said. "I never knew until Remmy told me," I shrugged. "How is that possible?" Oli asked. "What? How's it possible that I never knew? I reckon it's because I've never been anywhere where it doesn't rain every other day," I explained. "You've never been outside of the UK?" He looked quite flabbergasted. "Those two weeks with you in summer were the most I'd ever travelled," I told him. "Have your parents never took you anywhere?" He questioned. "Are you really surprised by that? Have you forgot I was mostly raised by nannies?" I scoffed. "Right," his eyebrows knit together in thought. "It's alright, y'know, you shouldn't pity me. I'll travel loads after I graduate," I smiled. "Aye, you will. Remember I've promised to show you around my favourite European cities," he reminded me of one of our lengthy chats back in August. "You have promised me that, aye. I've completely forgot," I admitted. "Have you also forgot about our deal to watch Scream together?" He wondered. "No, I haven't. It was during our last chat," I shook my head. "We can do that tonight if you'd like?" He offered. "Sure. We have it on DVD, plus we can watch it on our telly since mum and dad aren't here," I said. "Perfect," he smiled.