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Summertime - Oliver Sykes

"You're an idiot, Oli." I snickered, pulling my arms up around my legs and smiling at him to show him I didn't mean it. 

"You're no better, Lauryn." he reminded me, winking slightly. I rolled my eyes and strummed again at the guitar. Oli leaned back, resting his head on the side of my bed that had a thick comforter just lying there. Oli and I skipped school today, and since it was friday and the school had more of a festival going on than classes, both Oli and I didn't want to go. 

Oliver was bullied more than anyone combined in our whole school and I was the target of most of the preppy ass girls in our school, so it wasn't a surprise that we both didn't want to go to school on color day, which was basically a 'school-spirit' day where each year dresses as a different color and it's game after game, year vs. year for the big prize: bragging rights. It just wan't worth it. 

Oli sucked on his teeth and pulled me out of my train of thought. His pale hazel eyes widened a bit when he noticed my blank stare causing him to wave his pale hand in front of my face. 

"Hello, Laur, I didn't mean it." Oli said quietly, still waving his hand in my face. I laughed and pushed his hand away, trying to deny the fact that my skin heated up when I touched him. I think it's fair enough to say that any girl who spent at least three years with a boy has had a crush on them. I guess now was my time…and so was last year…and the year before that…basically the whole time I've known Oliver Sykes, I've had a crush on him. Pathetic, right? 

"I know." I told him, snidely. "You don't have to go fanning me, or anything. I'm not Cleopatra, you know." 

Oli chuckled and grunted, standing up, his thin knees cracking slightly as he over extended them, mewling as his back strained a little, his shirt riding up, showing his thin stomach. "Okay, then stop staring at me, idiot." he winked. I blushed again and played a lick to a song that was on my mind and let my humming vibrate against my lips. In my head, I was signing the song Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance. It wasn't a secret that I liked My Chemical Romance. In fact, you'd have to be like Helen Keller to not know that I liked My Chemical Romance. Their posters lined my walls, their albums stacked my shelves, and their T-shirts finned my closet. The saddest thing about this is that I've never been to one of their concerts. My parents don't exactly approve of my choice in music, and when they heard Gerard sing a song called Mama, they told me I could never listen to that music when they were in the house, let alone see them live. 

Oli knew of my obsession, and he liked to remind me multiple times that he had been to their concert a couple of times, one time at a festival and another time when they were just starting to make it big as an opening band. 

"Let's go before your parents come home." Oli said distastefully. He didn't like my parents, but I wouldn't expect him to, seeing how my parents would give him looks with their noses in the air like they were better than him. Sure, they made more money, my father pressed his ties every morning and my mother wore a thick pearl necklace, but Oliver held that intelligence that was rare nowadays. 

"Yeah." I breathed, standing and setting the acoustic guitar in it's case and hid it in the closet. Oliver grinned at me causing my stomach to erupt into butterflies. 

"What do you want to do this weekend?" He asked, playing with his hair as I made sure to hide the evidence that Oli was here. 

"Probably cry…with you." I said as I finished making the bed and grabbed my overnight back for Oli's. I was spending the weekend at Oliver's without my parent's knowledge. Ever since I met Oli, I invented this imaginary girl named Tricia so my parents couldn't say no to me wanting to spend time with 'her'. Oli's parents, Ian and Carol, knew of the scheme and agreed to play along as Tricia's parents, pitying me. They were the clever ones to make up 'Tricia's' night terror problem with resulted in 'Tricia' not being able to spend the night at other people's houses. My parents bought it.