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

Just Go..

Oli wants me to move in with him... 

The words bounced around inside of my head as I sat at the kitchen table. Jake sat next to me, drinking coffee. James was cooking me breakfast. He set a waffle on my plate and handed me the butter and syrup. I smiled my thanks.

"So, are you going to tell us what's up?" James asked, sitting in front of me.  My eyes shot up.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking away.

"Come on, Brod. We know you. Something's up." Jake said. I sighed and rested my head in my hands. They were right. Hiding things from them was impossible. 

"It's Marci.." I whispered. Lee and Sam came in and sat down, listening intently. 

"How's she doing?" Sam asked, grabbing a bowl for some cereal. 

"Is she doing better?" Jake asked. I shook my head.

"She's not?" Lee asked. I looked up at him sadly. 

"What's happening, Brod?" Sam asked.

"She's getting worse. The tumors are growing larger, causing more and more damage. She's going to die within the week.." I whispered. I felt Jake's arms wrap around me. I sunk into his chest. 

"But- she- I thought-" Lee stammered. I nodded.

"I don't know why, but it's- it's killing her faster.." I said. Tears spilled down my face. Jake stroked my hair. 

"Brod, baby, I'n so sorry.." he whispered into my hair. I nodded, but there was nothing really that could be done. She was dying either way, and nothing was going to be able to stop it.

I got up from the table. I didn't want to be around everyone anymore. I left the room. despite their protests. I started up the stairs, but Ben stopped me.

"Brodie," he said with a smile. I tried to return the smile, but I knew I was failing. He reached out and grabbed my shoulders. 

"Brodie? What's wrong?" he asked. I couldn't hold it anymore. I sank down to the stairs, crying hard. I felt Ben's arms scoop me up and cradle me to his chest.

"Brodie? Babe? Come on, tell me what's wrong? Is it you and Oli? Did you guys have another fight? Talk to me. beautiful," he pleaded. I tried to control my sobs, but I couldn't. I only cried harder. I felt him lift me up and carry me back up the stairs. He brought me into the closest bedroom and he set me on the bed. 

"It's- it's not O-Oli," I stammered. He handed me a box of tissues. I looked up at him gratefully and blew my nose, trying to calm down. He sat next to me on the bed, rubbing my back slightly. I couldn't stop crying. This was the first time I really had cried since I found out about Marci's even more sudden death.

"Brod, talk to me. You're scaring me," he whispered. I leaned against his chest. He hugged me tight. He was such a good friend to me. I was glad it was his chest I was bawling into.

"It's not O-Oli. It's M-Marci.." I sobbed. He clutched me closer. I heard the door open and footsteps come running into the room. 

"Ben, what's wrong with her?" Jona asked, his voice coated with worry.

"It's Marci," Ben whispered. I felt the bed sink with weight as Jona say down on the other side of me, his arms wrapping around Ben and I.

"Her cancer, it-it's spreading, and she's going to d-die faster than t-they thought," I said. I heard Jona gasp slightly. Their arms wrapped tighter around me.

"Oh, Brodie, baby, I'm so sorry," Jona whispered. I nodded. 

"It's okay, there's nothing t-to be done," I said, giving a final sniffle. I stopped crying. My best friends were here, which made me feel ten times better.