With a new ampersand tattoo, a new pair of shoes, and a new apprieciation for people who wore eyelashes every day, I made my way home after a long photoshoot for Ash Costello's new brand Bat Royalty. As soon as I got in I dropped my stuff and fell onto the couch ontop of Moose. My whole body ached. "Ugh,"
"Get off, fat ass." Moose rolled me onto the floor.
"Says you. You're nicknamed after like the heaviest animal ever." It was near midnight, and I had been up and out the door since 6am.
"Come on, get up." Moose stood over me and extended a hand to help me up. When I reached for it, he pulled back and fixed his hair. "Sike." He laughed.
"Fine. Leave me here to rot. I see how it is."
"Well if you insist." He walked into the kitchen and I hardly had the strenght to pull my shirt back down over my stomach - so I didn't even try standing up.
"Oliver!" I called. No answer.
"He isn't here." I groaned.
"Well than where is he?" Moose walked back in with a plastic container of Nando's takaway. He shrugged.
"Went to get a package or something."
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TWO HOURS EARLIER - MOOSE'S POV
"I'm going out to get a package." Oli walked to the front door.
"Sure, man."
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"A package?" Moose shrugged again. "You didn't think to ask?"
"Not my place." I sighed. I guess not.
"Look at my new tat." I showed him the ampersand about an inch tall on my right thumb knuckle.
"Nice. But why?" Moose sat back down on the couch, leaving me to disintegrate into dust, only for Briana to vaccuum me up next week.
"Kind of like Of Mice & Men. It's like a 'you're not alone' thing. You and me. Me and Moose. Me and Ally. Me and Oliver."
"Lame."
"Fuck you. Speaking of Ally though, how is she?"
"Funny timing. What with saying 'fuck you' and all." I raised an eyebrow. "Me and your sister kind of have a thing.
"I'm too tired to be disgusted."
"Good. Does that mean I can tell you that she's fucking horrid in bed." I burst out laughing and Moose giggled a little.
"Don't worry. It get's better. Joel told me that too, and then he couldn't get enough of her. Remember to keep that to yourself when it gets to that part, yeah?"
"Don't worry, I'll tell you all the gorey details." Weirded out at the fact that my best friend and sister had been fucking, I forced myself up and brought all my stuff upstairs and set it on my bed beside where Walter and Brusnop were cuddling. Much to Oliver's dismay, they had become best friends. I patted their sleeping heads lightly and went back downstairs. I flopped back onto the couch beside Moose and cuddled up to a big pillow, falling asleep instantly.
OLIVER'S POV
When I came inside, blood supply in hand, I saw Kylie asleep cuddling a pillow on the couch. "She basically passed out." Moose said as he walked down the steps. "Got home about an hour ago." She was dreaming about Canada, her sister and parents, and Moose. Her old life.
"Right." I carried my box upstairs and slipped the individual bags into the mini fridge in my closet before walking back downstairs. She always looked so peaceful when she slept - like everything that had bothered her during the day had faded away. I pulled the grey pillow from her grasp gently and set it on the floor beside the couch. I picked her up bridal style and carried her to the steps. "Goodnight, man. I said to Moose.
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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...
