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

Moving On Forward

One month later...

 (Brodie's outfit)

My eyes flickered open. I sighed, tired from not sleeping well again. But I can't remember the last time I actually got a good night's sleep. 

I rolled over and faced the wall. Today was supposed to be a good day. It was Oli's last concert. Yet, despite all the excitement, I coulnd't even muster up a smile. I looked up at my wall. It was now completely covered in pictures of Oliver's beautiful smile from our numerous Skype calls. Funny faces, out best duck face, sleepy good nights, all there, captured and plastered on my green and yellow walls. A tiny flutter flickered in my chest. I would see him three days. Three days and I'd be back in his arms...

But I still found it hard to be happy. I sighed and pushed myself out of bed. I rummaged through my drawer and found clean clothes. Oli had made a deal at his clothing store, so that I could have pretty much anything I wanted for hardly anything at all. 

I pulled out mu favorite shirt. It was his. A cartoon cat face with half of it's head blown off, it's brain sticking out where it's ear should have been. I smiled. Totally disgusting, but I loved it. I pulled out black skinny jeans and my checkered Vans to go with. I slowly walked down the hallway to the bathroom. I set my stuff down and jumped into the shower. When I finished, I wrapped the towel around me and walked back to my room. 

"Cassie," I called softly, sitting on the edge of her bed. I heard her groan. "Cassie come on, it's time to get up," I said, shaking her softly.

"I know," she mumbled. She rolled over and greeted me with a sad smile. I let her get herself ready. I walked down to the kitchen, clutching the towel tightly. I turned on the stove and set the kettle on the burner. I got out two mugs and pulled down a box of tea. Mint tea. I breathed in the comforting scent. I placed two bags in the mugs and walked back to the bathroom to get dressed. 

I pulled the tank over my head and slid my jeans on. I glanced up at the mirror. The faint scar on my cheek was almost gone. For some reason, I was kind of sad. I had gotten used to it, and it made me look tough. I chuckled to myself. Me? Tough?

I heard the kettle go off and I ran down the hallway, my Vans slipping on the wood floor. I slid into the kitchen and practically crashed into the stove. I poured the scalding water into the mugs. I picked them up and carried them into the bedroom. 

"Here, Cass. I got your tea," I said. I heard a muffled answer from the closet. It was overflowing from clothes. Cassie had complained about the discounted clothes at Oli's store, but she had actually taken a liking to the style. She wore the same ugly cartoon character shirts as I did, paired with skinny jeans and leggings, and she had even grown accustomed to wearing Vans and Toms.

I walked back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. I had resorted to not fixing my hair again, and i barely wore makeup. I didn't see the point any more. 

I was finally ready by the time Cassie came in to take her shower. She nodded sadly at me and started stripping of her clothes.

"Jeez, Cass, you could at least wait until I leave," I said, laughing. I grabbed my mug and  closed the door behind me. 

Once back in my room, I pulled the laptop out form under my bed. I turned it on and opened Skype. There he was, waiting for my morning call. I smiled slightly.

"Hello, baby. How are you today?" he asked, smiling. I gave a small smirk back.

"Hey, good looking. I'm.. alright," I said, His warm eyes showed their usual concern.

"You getting ready to go?" he asked. I nodded.

"After Cassie finishes getting ready," I said quietly. "I just wanted to say hello before I left," I said. He nodded. "Last show tonight, huh," I said. There was a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes," he said. 

"I'm happy for you. Really, I am," I said, smiling. I was happy for him. I just wished I could see him perform. He loved singing so much. It was his life. Just listening to him talk about the fans he met and the different cities he went to. It made me fall more in love with him every day.

I had almost told him how I felt, but I coudn't bring myself to do it. I was to scared of his rejection..

"Babe? You there today?" Oliver's voice pulled me out of the trance I had fallen into.

"Yeah, sorry. Lost in thought. I really am proud of you. You'll do great tonight, I know you will," i said, giving him a smile that I had found somewhere deep inside of me.

"Okay baby, thank you. I can't wait to see you. Two more days baby, two more days," he said, smiling warmly. I returned the smile. I couldn't wait to have him back with me. I just hoped that his homecoming would pull me out of the never ending sadness I was stuck under.

"I'll see you later, babe. I hear Cassie coming. Good luck tonight. See you soon. I lo- I miss you," I said. I couldn't believe i almost let it slip!

"Bye baby," he said. He ended the call by blowing a kiss. I pretended to catch it. Then before I knew it, he was gone again. I sighed, closing my lap top. It had been the longest month of my life. I flopped back down on my pillow, my fingers traced the closest picture of Oli. I couldn't wait to be back with him, to be encased in his arms, getting high off his sweet smell. 

"Brod, it's time to go," Cassie said softly. I shook myself, pulling up off the bed. I ran my fingers through my messy hair, turning to face her. She looked solemn. "Ready?" she asked quietly. I nodded. I walked over to her and she pulled me in for a hug. I pressed my face into her neck.

"Maybe she'll be better today," she said hopefully. I scoffed. I knew it was false hope. She stood there and stroked my hair. "Come one, we're gonna be late, Fish Face." I pulled away from her and walked down the hall. I grabbed Marci's keys and headed out the front door.

We drove to the hospital in silence. Cassie rested her hand on my leg and squeezed slightly. I sighed heavily.

"Brodie, who knows. Something may have changed," she said softly.

"Cassie, it's been a month. Nothing has changed. Nothing will change. She's going to die, and there's nothing I can do about it," I snapped. She drew her hand quickly away. 

"Brodie, if you don't stop with this out of no where bitchy attitude, I'm not going to come with you any more. I'm tired of this. I come with you every fucking day, and every fucking day you snap my head off for no reason. I'm sick of it. You're my best friend and I shouldn't have to put up with it. I love her to, you know.." she said. Tears spilled down my face.

"I'm sorry," I said. I pulled into the parking lot and found a spot. Tears rolled down my face. Cassie put her hand back on my leg. I grabbed her hand and squeezed tightly. 

"Brodie, it's going to be okay. I know things are hard, but it's going to be okay. We're going to make it through this, no matter what it takes, okay?" she said, We were both crying now. 

"I know... it's just really hard..." I said, 

"I know. We're going to be okay. It's okay to be okay," she said. she wiped her tears away from her face. I didn the same. Once were were both presentable, we climbed out of Marci's mini coop and walked up the front steps. 

The nurses at the desk greeted us with a warm but sad smile. They handed us our visitor badges. We walked down the long hallway to the elevators. I pushed the button to the third floor. 

"Smile, remember?" Cassie said. I nodded. The door opened and we stepped out. 

RADIATION. The neon green sign glowed coldly at us.

We turned down the long hallways that seemed never ending. Finally, we reached her room. 306. I sucked in a deep breath before turning the knob.