"It wasn't easy, but I managed." Oliver said of Denis, as we lie in his bed.
"Neither was pushing my vomit down the shower drain, but I managed." I sighed. I woke up with a blistering headache, and crawled into Oliver's bed with him. I wondered why he put me in my own bed, when I'd been sleeping in his for the past week.
"You're sure you're alright?" I nodded yes. I had my entire body, arms and legs, wrapped around Oliver like he was a giant teddy bear."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Always." I felt his heart beat in my ear.
"It's that why you quit? Because it fucks with your powers?" Oliver paused for a long time. "It made Denis' eyes change colors three different times."
"Sort of. You know mind control?" I nodded. "It reversed it when I was high. Made it easier to convince me to do anything. That's how Ella convinced me to change her." He said solemnly.
"Oh."
"I thought I'd spare you the gory details in the fact that my drug addiction lead to the death of my last girlfriend."
"Does it bother you what I did, last night?" I asked softly.
"Not really. As long as it doesn't become an issue. Or more than a one time thing. I worry about you, Kylie."
"You know nothing happened with me and Denis right? You can read my mind or whatever."
"That's not how it works, but yeah, I know."
"How does it work then." I adjusted my position at Oliver's side so I could looked at him.
"You can only hear what they think as they think it, it's not like recordings you can sift and sort through. That's why you can't read a persons mind when they're drunk. They don't think really, and its like a bunch of songs playing over each other but you can't pick out one specifically."
"I could think of all the memories from last night and you could listen to that?"
"Oh." Oliver said. "I guess it does work like that. But I don't need to. I believe you." I smiled. I sat up and pulled my hair over my shoulder. "Kylie you are so beautiful."
"You can't just say that to try and make me like you more."
"I'm not. I'm saying it because it's true. I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world."
"Well, good thing you haven't seen every girl in the world then." I sighed. Oliver sat up and leaned his forehead on mine, looking straight into my green eyes.
"Kylie. I have traveled the world, and looked upon crowds of millions, and been in clubs on every corner of the world. I've seen locals in every country and I've seen tourists. I've seen short and tall, and blonde and brunette, and brown eyes and blue eyes, but none of them are better. Noone is as beautiful as you." I took a deep breath as the lump in my throat choked me. "I've been alive for three hundred and eight years, and never felt this way about anyone." A tear slipped down my cheek. "Why are you crying?" He chuckled slightly and kissed me gently. He wiped my tear with his thumb.
"Cause no one's ever said anything like that to me before." I whispered, and kissed him again. Oliver blinked and I felt his eyelashes on my nose. I pulled away and wiped my face roughly. "I'm sorry, I'm a mess." Oliver laughed and pulled me to his chest, kissing the top of my head.
"No you aren't." We lied back down.
"Tell me about her." I looked at him. "Tell me about Ella."
"I can show you a picture-"
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Fanfiction('Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter' is one of the titles, not a warning) Kylie has questions. She has so many questions - all valid - but Oliver isn't planning answering any of them. Kylie was not supposed to see. She wasn't meant to know. When Instagram...
