Hold Onto Me (Koli/Kellic) (EDITING)

Chapter 3 [REWRITTEN]

A/N: Sowwwy this took so long to post. I'm actually done with the book? Haha whoops. I'll post a chapter either every day or every other day :)

Oliver and I sit in silence for a while longer. Our feet dangle off the edge, but I no longer have the urge to jump, or let myself fall.

It's still there, of course, that little part of my brain whispering 'do it, do it, jump, end it all'. But for the moment, it's mostly dulled down. I push it away each time the thought enters my mind.

I think I'm just tired, too tired to think about hurting myself again.

The waves crash into each other below and the sound is calming, soothing like a lullaby. I love the sound of the ocean at night, when it's so quiet you can hear every swish of each and every wave.

It's chilly out, but for some reason I'm not cold like I was before. I don't really feel anything, in fact, I'm sort of numb. But this time it isn't in a bad way, or at least I don't think it is.

The warmth of Oliver's side pressed against mine is enough to keep my entire body from being cold.

I feel myself about to fall asleep a few times.

My eyes start to slip closed, but I'm startled back into consciousness by the snapping of a twig. Probably a small rodent scurrying through the grass around us.

I'm awake for a few minutes, staring out at the beautiful view in front of me.

Then I start to doze off again, my eyes drooping shut. I barely notice it, but my head falls down to rest on one of Oliver's broad shoulders.

He doesn't ask me to move or push me away, which is what I'm expecting. No, instead he just lets me lie there with my head on his shoulder.

"Sleepy?" He asks, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.

"Mhm." I murmur.

Apparently trying to commit suicide and getting 'saved' by a hot guy is a very draining activity. I'll be sure to remember that for future reference.

"You should go home." Oliver tells me.

A part of me wonders if that's his way of hinting that he wants me to leave, or if he's just being nice.

If it's the first, well, I'm too tired to care.

"Noooo." I whine somewhat childishly.

"Aren't you cold, Kells?" He asks.

"No, I don't want to go home. It's cold there, and you're warm." I say, my words slurred and thick with sleep.

"I'll walk you home." Oliver offers.

Having a feeling he's not going to give up, I nod my head in agreement. "Okay."

My house is only a few blocks away, but Oliver walks me there.

My feet drag on the concrete, and I can't wait to get home to my comfy bed.

Finally, after what seems like forever, we get there.

I stop at the door.

"I have to sneak in through the window." I tell him. "I was supposed to be in bed hours ago."

"Ooooh, badass." Oliver says sarcastically, but his smile lets me know he's playing around.

"Shush, Oliver." His name feels weird on my tongue, familiar somehow, though I'm sure this is the first time I've said it.

"I'm innocent," I continue. "Unless you plan on corrupting me."

I don't intend for it, but my words come out sounding oddly sexual and flirtatious. I guess sleepiness makes me oddly courageous.