A month has passed.
Oliver doesn't get home until next month.
I sat on the counter and sighed. I put strawberry jam on my toast and ate it. I wanted to do something instead of staying here in our house doing nothing.
But Oliver didn't want me to work. He wanted ne to stay home and take care of things here.
But fuck it. I'm getting in a habbit of getting lazy and I absolutely hate it. I wanted to bring in money. I wanted to by Oliver and Oscar things with MY money. Money that I worked for. I don't want Oliver's money.
I wanted a job.
I knew how to do a lot of things due to high school experiences. So I got ready and left Oscar with Oliver's mom.
I drove to the city and parked the car in front or a tattoo parlor. I went in and waited until they called me.
A skinny punk chick came out. A smile immediately formed on her lips and she went up and hugged me.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. Um, I'm Alys. Huge fan of yours." She said backing away.
I looked at her with a huge smile. "Fan?"
"Yeah, I've seen your work on Oliver's arms and chest piece. Well, in pictures." She replied.
"Oh well, um, thank you. So SO much."
She grinned and dragged me to the back of the shop. There was a guy with a scruffy beard with his body covered in tattoos. He had stunning blue eyes and brown hair.
Another girl sat in the back. She had many piercings on her face. Her pink hair was fluffy with half of it split with a black bandana.
They all wore similar things. Ripped jeans and a band shirt with the sides cut off. The pink haired girl had shorts with flower tights though.
"Guys! Look who it is!" Alys said.
I shyly waved. The guy looked star strucked as he left his half eaten sub fall down on his lap. The pink haired girl did a double take. She stood up and extended her hand.
I grabbed her hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you all." I spook.
"I'm..... we're all big fans of your art work. I went to one of your exhibits. I bought one of your paintings. The one with Alex Pardee. I have it hung up in my art room." The guys said.
He got up and made his way over me. He held his hand out shaking my extended hand.
I loved it here. I was welcomed. They new my work. So if I asked for a job, they'll let me. They'd put a good idea of me into their boss.
"So uh, I came here for a specific reason." I started off.
"Which is?" Said Alys.
I nervously played with my fingers looking at the floor before looking at them each. "I need a job..."
The stood there staring at me. I uncomfortably shifted on my feet. Why did I ask? I'm fucking stupid.
"YES! OFCOURSE!" said the pink haired chick.
"So uh, when do I need to meet your boss?" I spoke up.
The guy smiled at me. "You already have." He extended his hand and grasped mine. "You're hired."
I've been working here for a month now. Oliver gets home in 2 days.
I've learned their names and got along really well with the employees. They all seemed to admire my work.
My boss, Kinney, Was set up next to me. Pink haired chick, Sam, was across from him, and Alys was next to her. There was another guy, Max, but he rarely came.
I cleaned up my spot and got my things. I said goodnight to everyone and left.
I got home and went straight up to the bathroom after locking the front door. I took off my clothes and laid in the tub filled with soapy water.
I closed my eyes and put on music from the doc next to me. Spark Alaska came on and I said along to Take It Easy, Tiger.
Suddenly I felt lips on mine. They were soft, warm, plum.
Oliver.
I kissed back sitting up. He leaned down pushing me making me lay. The water moved and it seemed that the water was risen.
Oli was in the tub with me.
I smiled and kissed him like never before. He gasped and smiled into the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.
He sat on me and I could feel his wet body on mine.
I missed this. These moments of love. I missed Oliver.
I sat on the couch. Oliver laid his head in my lap. His left hand holding my right one. While his left one rubbed my thighs as the hurt because of him grasping them everytime he picked up his pace. I watched Nearly Famous intensely.
Aaron Johnson was hot.
I felt Oliver turn his head and look up at me. "Why are you staring at me Oliver? You know I hate it."
He softly smiled and leaned up kissing the bottom of my chin. I smiled and looked down kissing his nose.
"Where were you, love? I came home around 5 and didn't find you. I tried calling you and you didn't answer." He asked.
Fuck.
"Oh, sorry. I had my phone turned off." I spoke.
"But where were you? I was worried."
I closed my eyes. I pressed the MUTE button on the remote and looked down at him.
"I got a job Oli." I whispered.
I stared into his eye. He slowly sat up and turned to look at me. He seemed..... bothered.
"Oh." was all he said.
"... yeah. I... I-I got tired of being home doing nothing and going out did little no help. So I got a job. I enjoy it. I feel less lazy."
I saw his eye twitch. I sighed and graves his hand. Only for him to yank it back. "Oli." I whispered.
"The money I get. I EARN from performing. Money that I let you have, is that not enough? Do you NEED more money?" he said. Venom dripping from his voice.
"No! Ofcourse it is enough Oli! I just don't want to be lazy. I litteraly have nothing to do here. I also don't want you to be the only one working your ass off and paying the bills. I want to help to Oliver." I said.
He looked at his hands. Suddenly he attacked me with small kisses in my face. "You shouldn't do that Zen. I want you to be happy. Not miserable."
"But being here alone and bored is making me miserable." I kissed his lips and pulled away.
He pushed me back and kissed me harder. "As long as you are happy Princess. I'm glad. Don't want you to turn into a fat lazy bastard now." he said.
I gasped and hit his arm. "Jerk." I laughed.
"Maybe. But you love me. As much as I love you." he said smiling at me. His eyes showed love.
"I love you too Oliver Scott Sykes."
He leaned down and closed the gap between us. He pulled away again and looked at me dead serious. "But I need to know where you work and who you work with."
