Oliver Sykes. A handsome and caring person. He was someone I could go to for anything. I just watched our hands thinking of all the memories we had shared since 5th grade. And now we're sophomores in College. Oliver is satanic and I always loved that about him because I'm satanic as well. I had my pentagram choker on and I was hoping Oliver would notice.
"We're here. Wanna come in and stay the night or do you wanna go home." Oliver asked me looking at me with a smile. He knew my answer he just wanted to hear it.
"I'll stay the night." I said squeezing his hand gently. He knew I was too drunk to go home to my mother.
