CHAPTER TWO
the pair walked the damp streets of london, them both enjoying the light drizzle of rain. calum asked a lot of questions, and olive answered a lot of them - if she didn't want to answer,she would just say "pass".
"do you live alone?"
"yes."
"where are you from? or have you just lived in london your whole life?"
"originally im from essex. we moved when i was five though so i don't really remember it much." calum nodded ."thats cool." he says. he was wondering why a girl as pretty as olive supposedly 'had no friends' ,as she kept on saying.
"my turn." she piped up. calum looked over to his small companion (this sounds like she's a dog lmao) and grinned. "go on then, i'm an open book."
it was quiet for a second, olive wondering what to ask first. she had so many questions for this mysterious boy. first of all, "why are you helping me? do you have a personal quest to help total strangers?"
he chuckled. "because ,olive, unlike you , the majority of the time i love my life and i want you to see the good parts about yours." she raised her eyebrows.
"that's quite a mission you got there , sadly its mission impossible." calum scoffed at olive's stubbornness. "doubt it.",he says.
"okay... question number two"she takes a pause to dodge the dog muck in the street. lovely london life. "what do all of your tattoos mean?"
"too many to explain, but the most important ones are the ones on my arm and hand. my parent's initials and my sister's name." he points towards his arm ,although they were covered up by black fabric.
olive admired his muscles that were clearly huge underneath his top. "take a picture ,it'll last longer."
"what do you do, like job-wise?" she changes the subject after seeing a huge rolex watch on his wrist. he shifts uncomfortably "im in a band."
she becomes more interested then. olive loves music, mainly bands like blink 182, green day, mayday parade, the cab and all time low. " really? what genre?"
he is surprised by her interest in the actual music, most people's first question is 'are you successful'. "that's a hard question, because we like to think we are pop,definitely, with rock and punk influence." he phrased his words carefully not wanting olive to think his band was too pop ,or too rock for her.
"that's important, you know. to not have too much pop - i dabble in it every so often." olive laughs at herself, and cal does too but not so much at her as with her.
at some point olive takes a turn to the left, leading calum into an apartment block. it was nice, even he thinks it's fancy and he's loaded. they step into a lift and olive clicks the button for the sixth floor. she sighs and looks up at the boy "you know, you're gonna fail right?" he looks down.
"fail what?" he says, not understanding. "fail at making me love life, fail at making me stay alive." he shrugs and gives her a little smile.
"it's worth a try, right? you might be happier than your leading on."
