Fransykes~ Locked in for life

Fransykes~ Best fry of my life

The week went by fast. I and Oliver talked about everything from music to food. Sometimes we even had these tender moments where he actually would open up and talk about his problems. I would listen to him and he would talk freely. Oliver would sometimes shed a tear but quickly hide it from me. I was just so glad that I had cracked his walls. But there were of course still his inner walls left.

I had convinced Oliver to go too his private therapy lessons. He doubted highly at first and had yelled that I was a 'fucking ass control freak prick.' He had almost started punching the walls to free his anger. But luckily I managed to calm him. And now he went to therapy lessons three times a week. He still came to me and complained about the therapist, which he claimed was retarded. I would only laugh and agree with whatever he said.

Sometimes in therapy lessons he would go crazy and try to attack the therapist, that's when I was called. They had replaced Kaitlin with Oliver. Kellin was taking care of Kaitlin now and he seemed a lot more comfortable with that.

Ever since the day I came back to work and snapped back to Kellin, we've been avoiding each other. The only time we would talk was when we exchanged files on our patients. He had seemed to hang out with this new coworker the whole week anyways. Vic I think his name was; Small, tanned man with long brown hair. I heard he took this job because it reminded him of the past. But in all reality I couldn't care less.

I was currently heading for the food hall. Today I had taken on the responsibility to guard the patients through lunch. The reason was mostly because I could see Oliver more, but also because I could make more money. One could never have too much money.

The big bell rang through the hospital signaling that lunch had begun. I opened the door to the food hall and walked casually in. My first task was holding the line in order. Basically it was just standing there and making sure nobody skipped food or sneaked in line. 
Everything seemed fine, I counted up and nobody was missing. Even Oliver was there. I wanted to go talk to Oliver so badly, but I had to wait until work was finished.

When everybody had gotten their food and sat down, I had to make sure they ate their food. Some of the patients were tricky and we had to watch them carefully. At the moment we didn't have too many patients with anorexia, only three. One of them was Oliver, and I watched him closely through the entire lunch. 
When lunch came to an end most of the patients had vanished from the food hall. But some of them remained, Oliver was one of them. I walked over to him and sat next to him.
"Wanna get out of here?" Oliver looked confused up at me. 
"What the fuck Josh?" If I were a patient here I would also doubt eating the food. And seeing as Oliver hadn't touched his food through the entire lunch period I thought I could sneak him out for lunch today. I was bored and liked the thought of taking the risk.

"Come on now Oli. Food here sucks. Besides; I thought you loved taking risks." My voice was low and I tried sounding as seductive as I could. I knew this might trigger Oliver into his old habits, but I was willing to take that risk. My thoughts were that he needed to face it sooner or later, and I choose sooner.

"How?" Oliver looked interested in my plan and listened carefully as I explained. He looked so damn hot as he focused on every word that slipped out of my mouth. I couldn't help but thinking of Oliver in some romantic way. Lately I seemed lost in everything he did and said, and I turned it into some sort of sexual act. Never had I been in love with a guy, but I think that’s what I felt for Oliver. If only I had a chance to prove it to myself, that I do love him.

"Josh?" Oliver snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Are we going to leave soon?" He stood up and was ready to leave. Obviously he was into the plan and eager to start.

The plan was basically pretty risky. I was going to sneak Oliver's clothing’s out of the archive. I was also pretending that Oliver and I were going to have a talk with a therapist together. That way nobody would be suspicious about where we might be. After that Oliver got dressed and I sneaked him out of the building and we were out on the street.

"Oh my god! That was so fucking awesome! They don’t have a clue!" Oliver jumped eagerly around and screamed. He didn’t really mind the looks people gave him; he was too busy with celebrating his freedom. 
"Come Oliver. We don’t have too much time." I grabbed his hand and ran down the street to find a good diner. People around us gave us looks of unapproval and disgust. What were people’s problems with gay people? 
I looked behind to see Oliver giving a lady an ugly look. She just stood there looking disgusted at us. I tried dragging Oliver along, but he stood like a stone to the ground. When did he get so strong? 
"Oli, come." I was getting scared of what he might do to that lady, so I tried dragging his arm harder. Still nothing.

Then Oliver turned to look at me. He grinned from ear to ear and let go of my arm. His hands moved up to cup my face and then something I never could think would happen, happened. Oliver’s lips crashed onto mine with force. It was just for couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I was so shocked by Oliver's action that I forgot everything around me. My mind was in ecstasy, and right now I felt it didn't matter if I die. Because I would die happy.

My train of happy thoughts stopped as I heard Oliver break down in laughter. 
"You should have fucking seen your face." I felt myself blush and turned away.

"Just let’s get something to eat." Oliver laughed more as I blushed deeper. He was impossible to drag along when he laughed like this, but I eventually made it into a diner. 
Oliver had stopped laughing and managed to tease me about earlier about ten times already. We had also managed to get some edible food. Now the challenge was to get Oliver to eat some.

"One small bite. You can do that." I held my hand over Oliver's and smiled reassuringly to him. He looked down on the food, obviously thinking. I watched in excitement as he took the fork to his mouth. He was so close, but then he dropped the fork.

"I don’t think I can do it Josh." His head dropped down on the table and he sighed loudly. I ignored his complaining and picked up a fry and put in my mouth. Then I hit Oliver slightly in the shoulder so I would get his attention.

"I want to try something." Oliver watched as I took another fry and put it in my mouth. I leaned closer to Oliver and smashed my lips onto his. My hand started messing around in his hair, earning a moan from him. I took the opportunity to push the fry from my mouth into his mouth 
with that accomplished I pulled away from Oliver. I saw him chew and swallow and I cheered inside. Even though it was a weird way, he at least ate. 
"Best fry of my life." Oliver smiled at me and blushed.

We were on our way back to the asylum now. Today had been the best day of my life. I got to kiss Oliver twice. He had even eaten some more fries since the kiss. That meant I had successfully managed to help just a bit. But what bothered me the most now was that I had no clue to where I and Oliver's relationship was heading. Was there even a relationship? These questions were racing through my mind at a speed unable to hold onto.

We had managed to sneak into the mental ward and put back the clothes successfully. My work shift was over for the day and I was heading home. All night my mind kept thinking about Oliver. After we kissed twice earlier I knew for sure I was in love with him. It felt weird to say that I loved someone, especially a guy. When I think about it I never had a girlfriend or boyfriend before. My years in high school and college were spent reading and thinking. It never bothered me that I didn't have anyone. The one friend that I had in high school had been completely forgotten about. When I had moved to London two years ago I had left my old life there. I had no contact with either family or anyone I ever knew.

When thinking about it my life was kind of sad and distant. I wonder how Oliver's life had used to be. He had already told me that after his latest suicide attempt, his parents had disowned him. He lived with his brother before he was sent here also by his brother. That meant he at least had one person who still cared.

Tomorrow was Tuesday and that meant Oliver had stayed at the ward for 9 days. Then there were only 21 days left until he left. On these 9 days we hadn't helped too much. One reason was that he was locked in for most of last week.

I decided to go to sleep and talk to Oliver again tomorrow. Just another attempt for him to get better. Tomorrow I was going to have a breakthrough with him for a change.