It was late, the sky was a beautiful violet color as Veruca and Oliver stepped out of the crowded bar. They looked around for Oliver's car, luckily finding it in less than 20 mins. New record. Oliver pulled the sleeves of his jacket up as he walked over to his car, Veruca hot on his tail. "Oliver" Veruca said just about a whisper but loud enough so her significant other could hear. Nothing, nothing is what Veruca heard after calling out to him. Oliver got to his car and unlocked the driver side and slide in, leaving Veruca standing next to his car with a scowl on her face as she pulled on the door handle repeatedly. Inside the car Oliver's face turned to one of pure rage while he let down the driver side window. "Knock it off before you fucking break it!" Oliver growled at Veruca and eventually unlocked the door for her. Veruca seized the constant pulling on the door handle long enough for him to unlock it then she got in. The car was silent. Awkward silence for Veruca and annoyance for Oliver. "Sorry" Veruca squeaked out as Oliver turned to look at her, his face softening as he looked at Veruca nearly shitting herself out of fear. "So, when exactly do you plan on doing it?" Veruca asked, her voice shaky as she looked out of the window, admiring the city. "Soon....Trish doesn't get out much so it won't be to hard for me to sneak in and get to her" Oliver said while starting the car and driving out of the parking lot of the dusty (musty crusty rusty) club. As Oliver sat at the stop sign , the bright head lights of another care shone into his face, turning his eyes a beautiful mint green any girl would fall for. As he was pulling out a red 1980s Chevy (idk what kind don't ask okay you little shit??) sped by causing Oliver to come to a screeching halt, his arm jetting out and over Veruca to keep her from going forward. Veruca sat wide eyed. "Fucking dick" Oliver yelled as he hit his steering wheel, then felt a small hand tilt his head back after being placed on his forehead. He looked over to Veruca to see a scowl take place of her usual smile. "Let the lord be with you" Veruca tried to keep scowling but began to chuckle once Oliver did. Her laughter died down and she closed her eyes and layed her head back on the cars head rest and allowed sleep to takeover her.
Oliver arrived at his house about 20 minutes after Veruca had fallen asleep. He had decided that it would be best if he brought Veruca to his house because he didn't want her home alone. He parked in his driveway and turned his car off. He looked over to Veruca and just sat and admired her, her soft snores causing him to giggle, which then caused Oliver to grimace at himself, the sound of a giggle foreign to his ears. He got out his car and walked over to the passenger side and grabbed Veruca and carried her bridal style, closing the door with his bum.
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It was Saturday morning, 11:06 to be exact. Veruca woke up to a pounding headache and instantly regretted all the drinking she did last night. Slowly but surely, she made it out of her bed, nearly tripping over herself since her eyes were still closed because of the sunlight creeping through the blinds. She opened her eyes and came face to face with a navy blue wall, then started freaking out because her walls aren't navy blue. "Oh frick oh frick oh frick" She said as she turned around to see the rest of the room, only to realize it was in fact Oliver's room. She sighed a sigh of relief then stretches her back before making her way to one of Oliver's drawers to retrieve some clothing to get into the shower. Whilst getting the clothes she got a pair of his boxers. "Who cares he can't do anything about it" She said as she swung the boxers around and slipped into the bathroom. She stripped herself of her clothing and stepped into the shower, the warm water instantly relaxing her. After washing herself and her hair Veruca got out the shower, her ash blonde hair in its natural curly state fell against her shoulders and back, imitating that of wet pasta but still as beautiful as it is dry. She then dried herself after running her fingers through her hair to get out any tangles.
Veruca sat in the mirror staring at herself after applying a generous amount of different hair products into her hair, "What if he hates me?" "What if he doesn't even want to be with me anymore?" Veruca thought to herself as memories of her and Oliver's argument in the club ran rampantly through her mind, wincing at every insult she could think of that he threw at her. With a sigh and an expression of disdain, she brushed it off and allowed herself to continue to get ready, not wanting to think of the situation anymore in fear that the tears in her eyes would actually spill.
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Veruca slowly crept down the stairs of Oliver's townhouse, they squeak under her and as silent as the house was, anybody would hear. She finally made it to the bottom after standing in the middle of them, contemplating on whether she should go back to bed for about 10 minutes, not wanting to face her presumed enemy. She made her way to the kitchen where she saw Oliver sitting at the table , sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. "You are such a dad" Veruca whispered to herself about Oliver. "Hey..." She squeaked out to Oliver, barely able to hear herself saying it because she was so quiet and it came out so high pitched. Oliver simply sipped from his coffee mug and kept reading, not even sparing her a glance. She sighed. "Hope is lost in this one" She said to herself as she walked to get a mug and poured coffee into it. She sat next to Oliver, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to see what he was reading. Biting down on her lip she traced the perimeter of the mug with her pointer finger, awkward silence and somewhat sexual tension danced waltz in the air around the two of them and it was causing Veruca to almost go into a panic.
Then, Veruca felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned her head to look at Oliver who as soon as Veruca turned her head took her lips onto his, his hazelnut and natural musk scent enraptured her nose causing her to nearly melt at the combination. He pulled away and looked at her with such lust in his eyes you'd think he'd jump her right then and there and take her at the kitchen table, yet he didn't and Veruca did feign disappointment as she had come to the realization that she missed his touch more than she thought. "I'm sorry" Oliver whispered to Veruca a tear slipping down his cheek. Veruca crumbled seeing Oliver cry and she repeatedly pecked his lips, which turned into a rough kiss, both hungry for the other. The kiss is broken and they both breath heavily trying to catch their breath, their eyes locked onto each other's and them breathing heavily the only sound to fill the once silent room. "I love you baby girl and I'm sorry I even talked to you like that last night. Please forgive me..." Oliver said pecking Verucas lips between words. She chuckled falling for his apologetic words almost instantly. This was a con of Veruca's personality. She was so gullible and easily forgave anyone and paid it no mind when everything and one came back to bite her in the ass. In a sense she was used to her misfortune and it became normal when bad things happened. "I love you too,Olly, but I'll never be sorry for hurting you" a devilish smirk took ahold of her lips, her grabbing onto his ear and pinching it as hard as she could before yanking on it, Oliver yelping out before he crashed his lips back onto hers for a few seconds before pulling away to halt the torture. "Let's go back to bed" Oliver said before picking Veruca up bridal style in his arms, she giggled as she began kissing all over his face again, love and stars twinkled in her eyes as she did so. He made it up to his bedroom door and kicked it open, then threw Veruca onto the bed. Oliver climbed into bed and got under the covers before pulling Veruca close and falling asleep with her in his arms, an onset of snores following soon.
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Later that day, about 9:30 pm, Veruca woke up to the sound of Oliver turning on the shower. She slowly sat up, the cover barely covering her semi naked body. Oliver opened up the bathroom door, peeking his head out to see if Veruca had woken up since he had made a few bumps and crashes since entering the bathroom. "Hey" Veruca whispered in her raspy sleeping voice, barely audible but enough for Oliver to hear, his heart beginning to race faster. "Hey babe" Oliver bit his lip and let his eyes run down the part of Verucas body that was exposed to his wondering eyes before meeting with her loving ones. "Would you care to join" Oliver asked with a smirk so mischievous on his face the devil would be proud yet quaking in fear.
ITS NOT DONE YET IM JUST REALLY LAZY AND TAKING EOC RN SO BRB I HOPE I DONT DIE LMAOOOOO
