Waking up to birds chirping and the sunshine streaming in is typically pleasant. Except when you're hungover and have no recollection of what happened last night. It takes me all of five seconds within waking up to realize I'm not in my bedroom.
Oliver Smith's house is tiny. It's one story and there's two bedrooms, he has two younger brothers. The two sibling abovementioned stare at me, they have the same bright blue eyes as Oliver but their hair is brown compared to Oliver's brown. "Livy?" I hear Oliver's voice say from far away. Oliver walks into his bedroom seconds later...shirtless. Holy fuck! He may be an ass, but those abs! I try to focus on the plaid pajama pants he's wearing instead. "Cam and Colby get out," he says while tilting his head towards the door. The two young kids run out as fast as possible.
The headache pounding in my head increases as Oliver sits incredibly close to me. "What Ollie," I say, kicking myself at the nickname I gave him a year ago.
"Liv, I still like you," he breathes out.
"Oliver, I can't," I close my eyes trying to ignore my hangover and focus on Oliver.
"Why not Livy. I'm sorry. I know I was a douche, but I-" I cut him off.
"It's not you Ollie it's-" now it's his turn to cut me off.
"Me. Yeah, I've heard that one so many goddamn times."
"Ollie, it-"
"Just leave Oliver." I stare at him. He doesn't seem to change his mind but simply looks away from me while clenching his jaw.
I have no idea why there are tears flooding my face. I bring my hand to my face to wipe then away but the action turned out to be futile. Crying with a hangover is painful. A headache on top of a headache. Luckily my house isn't far from Oliver's.
Once I'm back at my house I collapse on my bed. The blinds are already drawn so my room is very dark. Exhaustion overtakes my body as I fall into a deep sleep.
"I love you Livy," Ollie holds my hands to his.
"I love you too Ollie," I recite back to him. Ollie's hands are cold but I don't care. He looks at me and smiled sadly. He seems to do that a lot, smile sadly. I wrap my arms around him as he wraps his around me. "Livy, we'll be okay, right?" he asks, voice muffled by my unruly hair.
"Of course, Ollie. No matter what. I'll love you."
I wake up from my dream with an electric charge. The dream I just had wasn't really a dream, it was a memory. I need to find Oliver's number and talk with him.
My backpack remains are splattered all on the floor. I dig through the contents, at my widths end. I let out a muffled scream and smack my head against my hardwood floor. "Ow," I quietly mutter. I give up hope and start packing things back into my backpack. There's a stray piece of paper and I pick it up.
call me, not him
414-910-7156
devyn
A/N
the number above is completely fake. also, oliver smith broke up with oliver masons
also, i have the story plotlined and it's only twelve chapters long. keep in mind each chapter is only around five hundred words.
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The Suicide Effect
Historia Corta|| Every time a gun rings out an Angel earns its second death wish. || Each year one MILLION people take their own lives. Each year fifty-five MILLION people die. One in fifty-five angels want to die. Angels are real. Just not in the way you think...
