Oli's P.O.V
"This cigarette's almost done, got another one?" "is that what your using me for?" she said, her dark eyes were so big and beautiful. "Maybe" I said, she handed me another one. The streetlight confirmed it was scars on her wrist, it felt like someone was pressing on my chest. I didn't even know her, why did I want to stop all pain that was coming towards her, anything that made her want to hurt herself. "This is what you want to do for the rest of your life?" she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts "what?" "the band" "oh, yeah it is" "music means a lot to me too" "it's the only thing that means anything to me, at least right now" I said. I realized this sounded a bit competitive, I began chewing on my fingernails. "Well you shouldn't smoke so much then" "you're right" "yeah" "so what do you want to do?" "art" I could kind of get that from the way she looked at every thing like she was trying to see deeper meaning, artist were never about surface. "Do you know what kind?" "I want to be a tattoo artist" "incredible. Have you done any yet?" "only on dolls" "why don't you try on me" "really?" "yeah, we could even do it some time this week" "why don't you decide after you see some of my work" "I don't care that much, you can't be that bad" "I'm as bad as your band" she smiled, she had beautiful teeth, and beautiful lips. "So why a tattoo artist?" "can you think of anything else completely permanent to your body" "scars" I said, she smiled "I guess so, but I like the idea of it. How permanent things could be. Scars count, even stretch marks, it's like you start out with an unmarked body and you make it into your own work of art. Tattoos are a huge part of that" "I like the way you think" "thanks" she said, "do you have a favorite band?" she asked. She was a metalhead with a nose piercing, dressed in all black. Slipknot would've impressed her more, but I was going to be myself "It's Linkin Park" "they're not heavy enough for me, but they're not bad" she said, "Stas likes them" "who?" "my best friend, Anastasia" "oh the girl you were in the pit with?" "yeah" "Lee's friend" "yeah. She's probably looking for me" "he thinks she's pretty, you know" I don't know if I was supposed to tell Hannah this, but I did anyway. More conversation would make her stay longer. " I don't know what she thinks about him, I'll ask her" she smiled, "she'd call if she was looking for you" "my phones dead" "guess we got to go back then?" I wanted to make sure I didn't say anything wrong. I stood first, she sat for another minute, her body in a perfect fold. When she finally stood, she did a little stretch, and yawned. It made me think of sleeping with her. She tiptoed and kissed me on the cheek. The nervous feeling in my chest went away when I realized she was comfortable with me but my fingers were shaking rapidly when I put my arm on her back. I wondered if I should take them off, maybe she'd feel them. We walked inside, the place was small so Hannah found her friend in a couple of minutes. I sort of recognized her, her face was familiar but not so much that I would be able to find it on my own. She was clearly drunk, "do you want to leave?" Hannah said. The girl looked at Hannah then at me, "oh he's so cute" she said, Hannah smiled but didn't say anything. "Lee asked if he could kiss me earlier, should I kiss Lee?" Anastasia asked us. Hannah and I were laughing now remembering our previous discussion, I nodded my head up and down. "He said we could go back with him and Oliver, are you Oliver?" "Yeah" I said, looking at the time. "We should be ready to go soon, so I'll just help close up the merch and then come back and get you."
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I will always love you, but I need pills to sleep
Teen Fictioneverything that leads up to the marriage of Oli Sykes, and Hannah Snowdon.