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Chapter 5

Chapter 5

To say that Gabe was amazing in bed would be telling a lie. Drunk guys could and have done better. No wonder Susie cheated. He's all Mister Smooth And Sexy normally, but when it comes to sex, his kisses are sloppy and we'll just say that he doesn't last long. Anyone who got the gist of that, I congratulate you.

Oli now had one day left. One day. I was actually slightly nervous about asking him. I mean, I don't want to pry. He looks a bit better since I helped him out a few days ago. Only a bit better. He hasn't cried again, from what I've heard anyway, and I haven't seen him drink a drop of alcohol. He's never out anymore, just spending all his time locked up in his room, not eating unless I go and get him something. Thankfully, the beard is still gone. At least that has to be a good sign, doesn't it?

Quinn and I still talked regularly, and I was pretty sure that we were becoming good friends. We didn't mention Oli very often, I think she had realised that I didn't like to talk about him anymore, since he had become a shadow of his former self. I had considered telling Mum and Dad, but that would have only made them more worried than ever, and I knew that they worried about us a lot. We talked on the phone every now and again, but they talked to Oli more often, as he was my guardian right now. Not that I need a guardian. I'm eighteen, after all. I had also told Quinn about Gabe and I. I didn't add in details, but I told her all about how terrible he was in bed. We joked about it for a while, before the conversation turned to something different, as per usual.

I decided to try and get Oli to do something with me. I really missed my fun-loving best friend. I padded over to his room and knocked on the door. "Come in," he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. I assume he hasn't spoken in a few hours. I pushed open the door, expecting to see a huge mess like last time, but the place was spotless. Maybe that's what he's been holed up in here doing. Cleaning. "Hey," I said to the huddled figure on the bed. He nodded in acknowledgement. "Wanna watch a movie?" I asked, my voice hopeful. He shook his head. "Okay," I sighed in defeat. I really wanted to ask him. My mind was screaming at me to do it. But my heart was pleading to let him have the one day to tell me. It was only one day. I was going to find out tomorrow anyway. 'But what if he's not here tomorrow?' An inner voice asks me. They're right. I can't help thoughts of waking up and running in to talk to Oli, only seeing him hanging by his old school tie. The images are so vivid at night. Not nightmares, no, just little pictures, like a child's book, before I go to sleep.

Should I trust my heart or my head? I think of the endless possibilities related to my choice. Finally, I make the decision. "Oliver," I say, sitting down on his bed. His head snaps up. It's the first time I've used his full name in years. "We need to talk."