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

Raise Up, And Celebrate Your Life

I watced Jona nuzzel Cassie's forhead with his lips. She giggled softly and looked up at him adoringly. Her fingers traced the tips of his spikey blonde mowhawk. He reached down and kisssed her softly. 

"Get a room!" Matt shouted. Everyone laughed. 

"You don't tell Brodie and Oli to get a room!" she spat. There was fire in her eyes. Jona stroked her hair, trying to calm her. I smiled and took another swig at my beer.

"That's because they are always in the room," Danny muttered quietly. I grabbed the closest object to me, a pillow, and flung it right at his face. It hit him and he toppled over off his chair and hit the ground hard. I smiled with satisfaction.  Everyone laughed again. 

"Good shootin', Tex," Matty said with a fake southren accent. I broke out into a fit of giggles.

"Stick to talking like a Britt, Matty," Oli said. Matty pretended to tip his hat and walk around the room like he had on wrangler jeans. I started choking on my beer I laughed so hard. 

"Jesus, Matty, kill Oli's lady," Lee said. I gave everyone a thumbs up to let them know I was okay. Matty shot me an apologetic look. I just smiled. Oli rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. His fingers rubbed small circles in the back of my tense neck. This was my first chance to relax since the funeral. His hands worked slowly, working out every knot. I sighed a happy sigh. I could feel his soft breath tickle the back of my neck as he leaned closer.

"You okay?" he whispered. I turned to look at him. his eyes were thick with worry, and his brow was ceased.

"Of course I am," I said. As sad as I was, I knew I coulnd't dwell on it. Marci was gone, and being sad al lthe time wouldn't change it. And I knew she wouldn't want me to be sad anyway. So, I decided in celebration of her life, we'd have a small party at her house. It was nearly empty, with nothing but a few chairs and the table. Most everything had been sold. Cassie and I kept a few things, like her tea collection, her pictures and a few other odds and ends. We were all sitting out on her back patio, watching the sun go down a sharing a few beers. Tomorrow, the house was being put back on the market. 

"Sad to see the place go?" Oli asked.

"A little bit. But it's what she wanted," I said. I leaned back into his chest and took another drink at my beer. My mind kept wandering back to the boy I saw. He was so familiar to me, not someone I had seen here in England, but someone back home from the States. But how was it possible? I didn't know anyone else here but Cassie...

I shook the thoughts away and tried to focus on the party. Everyone seemed to be in a little better mood. The guys were all swapping stories about being on tour, random chicks they had slept with, and killer parties. The only one who looked like they weren't having fun was Jona. He kept staring out the window with a slight glare on his face. The only time he smiled was when Cassie talked to him or kissed him. But when she wasn't, he just stared out into space. 

"What's wrong with Jona?" I whispered to Oli. He shrugged and took another drink. He didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it. I sighed and lifted myself off the couch and walked over to him. 

"Jona, come here," I said quietly. He gave me a far off misty look, but slowly got up and followed me to my old bedroom. The beds were still there, so we sat down on mine. He stared out the window again. I waited for him to speak, but he said nothing. 

"Jona, what's wrong?" I finally asked. He sat there, unmoving. Finally, he slowl turned to look at me, a sad and angry look in his eyes. 

"I'm tired of this, Brodie," he said quietly. I gave him a quiestioning look.

"Tired of what?"

"This. Being treaated like this," he said. I still didn't understand. Treated like what? Everyone seemed to get along just fine. 

"What do you mean, Jona? Come on, you're my best friend. You can tell me," I said. I rested my hand on his leg. He looked at it and back up at me.

"I can't tell you, Brod," he whispered. I stiffened.

"Why not?" 

"You wouldn't understand," he whispered. He got up and left then. i stared after him, feeling more confused than I had before I came in here with him.

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"Did you talk to Jona?" Oli whispered. I rolled away from him and stared out his glass sliding door. The sun had long gone down, and a few stars  had started to peak out from behind the clouds.

"More like, tried to talk to Jona," I said. Oli wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into his warm chest. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"You know something is up. Oli. What is it," I asked quietly.

"I don't know anything," he said quietly.  But I knew him better.

"You're lying," I said. 

"No I'm not."

"Oli, he's my best friend. Something is wrong with him. He won't talk to me. He won't even talk to Cassie," I said. Oli sighed and rolled away. 

"I don't know." he said firmly 

"Fine." I said. I sighed inwadrly to myself. I hated fighting with Oli. I don't know why he just wouldn't talk to me. 

Oli's soft snores told me he was sleeping. I quietly crept out of bed and wandered down stairs. The light was on. Someone was awake. I creeped down the stairs and peaked out from behind the wall. It was Matt. He was sitting in the living room watching TV quietly. I walked quietly around the couch and sat down next to him.

"What's wrong, darling," he whispered. It took all I had not to burst into tears. I wasn't super close with Matt, but he was still a super good friend to me. He was always giving me advice and checking up on me.

"Jona. Oli. Everything," I whispered. I spent the next few hours pouring my heart out to him. He was patient and quiet, letting me talk and let it all out. 

"Brod. Can I ask you something," he said after I had stopped talking,

"What?" I asked.

"When are you going back to the states?" he asked. I looked sharply at him. His eyes were soft, but serious. I sighed heavily.

"Two weeks," I whispered.

"Does Oli know?" 

"No. I don't know how to tell him," I said. He sat for a few. 

"Well, maybe that's what's wrong with Oli. He knows it's coming. And maybe for Jona too. I'll try talking to Jona. We get along pretty well. You need to talk to Oli though. Before you leave," he said sternly. I nodded. I knew he was right. Oli probably did suspect Cassie and I had to go back soon. I just wished I knew what was wrong with Jona...

Matt and I talked no more. We watched TV together until we both fell asleep on the couch together.