Abby Wilson is an average emo girl. Shes a senior in high school, she's the outcast from everyone else. Things were going just fine until she had a dream that felt real.
~3 months later~ Oliver and I have been great together, my mother had let me move in with him a while ago. I still feel bad for just leaving my mom like that, but she kept telling me it was okay. I still feel bad.
"Abby?" His voice rang.
"In here!" I call back to him.
I heard his foot steps enter the kitchen, and his arms wrap around me.
"I couldn't find you there for a second." He laughed.
I laughed to.
"So what are you making?" He asked, clearly seeing I was cooking something.
"I'm making some spaghetti, your favorite right?" I ask jokingly, even though I already know.
"Duh, yes it's my favorite, especially when you make it." He said giving my neck a little kiss.
"Now now Oliver, no sex before dinner." I said sternly.
"Mmm but love!?" He whined, his arms tightening around my waist.
I turn around in his grip and put his face in my hands.
"If you have a problem with that, then I guess no dinner for you." I said.
He gasped dramatically and put his hand on his chest, backing away from me.
"How dare you." He gasped out.
I laugh evilly and turn around stirring the spaghetti sauce.
"Why would you not give me dinner?" He asked.
I turn my head to him and look down at his pants, finding a slight bulge forming. I laugh and turn back around.
"It looks like you have a problem. You might want to take care of that now, because I sure ain't doing it now." I explained.
"But love, I want you to do it." He whined again, hugging me from behind, pushing his bulge to my thigh. "Please."
I sigh loudly, "Oliver no! I gotta finish this. Just go onto my phone and find a picture of me to jack off to or something." I said.
"That's a little weird." He said, "But I guess what ever floats your boat." He said then walked off.
I heard his footsteps disappear into the hall way, and hearing the door slam shut. I laugh, he probably is gonna look at a really awkward photo of me. I shiver.
After a while of me getting the food ready, I heard Oliver's moans come from our room. I role my eyes, he's just tempting me. I'm not gonna fall for it. I get everything put together and sit at the table. I start eating, because I don't wanna wait for Oliver. I know that's selfish, but who cares?
After a while everything was quite, he must have finished. Then Oliver walks in with his face red and a little messy hair. I laugh. He sits down next to his plate of cold food and starts eating it.
"That took you a while." I said.
He looks up at me, "Well if you were there I could have been here a long time ago."
I role my eyes, I stand up to put away my dishes and start to was them. Oliver then walks over to me and hugs me. I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck.
"I love you." He mumbles.
I smile, "I love you to." I pull back to look into his eyes.
I peak his lips and continue to do He dishes.
~~~~ Oliver and I wanted to get out of the house, we wanted to get some fresh air. We were both walking down a street when I saw something that caught my eye. I saw a tattoo shop. I kept looking at it, stopping dead in my tracks. Oliver noticed,
"Love, You alight?" He asked.
"Yea...." I said, thinking of an idea.
He walked behind me to try and see what I was looking at. He finally figured it out.
"You want a tattoo?" He ask laughing.
I blush a little, "Well it's not like I want one, it's just I had an idea." I said.
"Oh? What's the idea?" He asked, grabbing my hand, making us walk again.
"Well I thought maybe.... no it's stupid." I said looking down.
"Hey!" Oliver said stoping us, walking in front of me. "Anything that comes from your mouth is not stupid, now let me hear this idea." He said crossing his arms.
"Umm well, I though maybe we could get a cute couple tattoo, but it's stupid." I said scratching the back of my neck, looking away from him.
He chuckled, "I think..... that's a great idea!" He explained.
I look up at him with wide eyes. "What?"
"Yes Love! Let's do it!" He said, taking my hand in his and dragging me to the tattoo shop.
"So what were you thinking of getting?" He asked.
"Umm I thought like a heart monitor on our wrists, because we both keep each other alive." I said looking down, blushing.
He lets go of my hand and puts my face in his hands. "I love it." He smiled.
I look at his wrist seeing he has tattoos everywhere. I giggle, "do you even have room to put t on your wrist?"
He looks at his left wrist and smiles, "I'll have room."
I smile and we head off to the tattoo shop.
~~~~ After and few hours of unbearable pain, the tattoo came out nicely.
"So love, what do you think?" Oliver asked softly.
"I love it." I smiled. "I'm still surprised that you had enough space left to put that there." I laugh.
"Yea, I am too." He smiled, and kissed my forehead.
We left the tattoo shop and went home with out new tattoos.
~~~~ Heyyy! Oh my glob! I'm so sorry this chapter was so late but I happen this makes it better. I'll try to update as soon as possible! xoxo :3 (word count: 972)
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