*Oliver's Smile (Oliver Sykes Fan-Fic) Slow Edits

The Trip

Hey guys! This is my very first fan-fiction! So I hope you all enjoy it, and let me know how I'm doing. I'll try and update it every day, so as not to keep you waiting. Comment, vote, give feedback, all that jazz.

The soundtrack for this story is Thriving Ivory. The songs have nothing to so with the chapters, but I found myself listening to them quite a bit while writing, so hopefully you feel the same connection I did with them while reading. (:

PS. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story, or and of BMTH. I just used my imagination and things I remembered from interviews! All credit goes to me, with he exception of songs, quotes, and interviews! The photos are also from Google, so credit goes to original owners.

Picture: What Brodie looks like.

Song: Love Alone; Thriving Ivory

I stepped off the crowded bus into the bright sunlight. I blinked a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the warm sun’s light. Other people started coming out behind me and headed off in separate directions, but I stood on the edge of the side walk, taking in the sight.

“Ah, this is just what we needed, Cassie,” I said to my best friend as she crawled out of the bus and stood next to me. As far as best friends go, Cassie is pretty average; chalk full of insults, and always better than me at everything. She was blond and had big green eyes, and she had really long legs and huge boobs that guys usually flocked over.

We had just flown into England a few hours ago, and had gotten of a transfer bus, and now we were getting ready to get on another bus to my aunt’s house.

“I’m not really sure why you wanted to come to England with you, Brodie. What’s so special about it?” she asked. Cassie was kind of a negative person. She couldn’t see positivily in anything, including my surprise trip to England. She pulled her sunglasses out of her bag and slid them on her face.

“Because, Cass, it’s England! I mean, just look at this place! Who wouldn’t jump on that opportunity?” I said. She looked unwillingly around at the beautiful land spread out before us. The sky was a pale blue, and there were a few white, fluffy clouds. There was a slight breeze ruffling our hair, and the air smelled slightly of sheep, but other than that, it was perfect.

“Well you could have chosen a less smelly place to drag my ass too,” she said. She pulled her small mirror out of her giant suitcase purse and began fixing her already perfect hair. She fluffed it up even higher and asked me to check the back.

“Cass, you know what I’m going to say. It looks fine. Maybe you should ask that guy who’s had his eyes on your ass ever since you stepped off the bus,” I said, gesturing to a kid our age who was obviously interested in what she had to offer.

“Really? Where is he?” she asked, throwing the mirror back into her bag and whipping around to see where I was pointing. He big eyes instantly showed her disappointment. No guy was ever good enough for Cassie unless they were a Hollywood movie star or looked like Justin Beiber. 

“Ugh, Brod, you need to start finding better men for me to look at. What do you think I keep you around for?” she said. She pulled her gross greasy lip gloss out of her bag and started smearing it on her pouty lips.

“To insult me and have me compliment your butt,” I said. I picked up my worn duffle bag and threw my Sleeping With Sirens back pack over my shoulder. “Come on, Cass! We’re going to miss the bus and I am not carrying all of your shit to my aunt’s house.”