"Oh well I look at you and say,
It's the happiest that I've ever been,
And I'll say, 'I no longer feel I have to be James Dean.'
And she'll say, 'Yah well I feel all pretty happy too.'
And I'm always pretty happy when I'm just kicking back with you."
"I look over at you and I can't believe someone like you, could ever love someone like me." He said with a grin.
"But I do love you." She said. Along with all the other nice things that he has always needed to hear.
"Your compliments are wanted, yet unwarranted," He tried to convince her. She only smiled back at him.
But the day gets dark, and the sun goes down. And if he can't stay afloat, will his sun stay in the sky? Sometimes he felt incredibly stupid for saying such poetic crap, but it helped him get all the feelings out of his heart and into his head. His ability to analyse his feelings— or lack thereof— from years and years of being told to not show any emotion on his face, was now coming to bite him in the ass. His previously blissful ignorance for any deep feelings was now driving him insane. If only he knew what feelings actually felt like. If only his mother hadn't been a power-driven bint, determined to make him and his sister perfect little robots to honour the Roscoe name. If only, he kept telling himself.
His daydreaming was the only thing to satiate his craving for physical affection. Even if she somehow lost her mind and gave him a chance, would she stay if he relapsed. That was the question.
He didn't think so. He doubted it. He doubted everything. Except her. God, she's everything anyone has ever wanted, he thought pathetically. She forgives until she has no more chances to give out. She's her own person, but her pride doesn't make her too stubborn to back down when she knows she's wrong. She was just, breathtaking.
She disappeared behind the dark clouds and he started panicking. His heart jumped into his throat.
He jumped up, breathing heavily. He opened his eyes and his dream faded away into his subconscious as he slowly regained consciousness. He blinked lethargically a couple of times, and his pulse was beating again his throat viciously. He glanced around, and he realised he was only in his room at his parents' house. It was no longer home to him, he made the shocking revelation in his head after his previous statements.
By the time he came to, his dream was already gone and Oliver would never be able to remember it, no matter how hard he tried.
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Of Kings and Queens
Teen FictionAvarice Academy is one of the best, most prestigious and most expensive schools in the entire world- And when Robin and her twin brother Peregrine are offered scholarships, they can't wait to get on the plane and rush off to Ireland to start. Though...
