Walking side by side, Oliver forced himself to keep a straight face. Every time his arm brushed against Charlie's he couldn't help a smile. He wasn't sure why. Bending over, Oliver groaned. 'Are you alright?' Charlie grabbed his hand to support him. 'Peachy'
Charlie laughed nervously and swung Oliver's arm over his shoulder. 'Thanks Charlie'
'No problem...I don't...did you ever tell me your name?'
'Oh...I suppose not...Oliver' He smiled and within seconds was staring at the ground.
Charlie spoke quietly 'Oliver...nice name' Oliver blushed. Apparently Charlie wasn't that quiet.
After walking for what felt an eternity, Charlie lay Oliver down on a scrapped mattress behind a restaurant. Oliver held his breath avoiding screaming in pain. Sitting beside him, Charlie stared with concern. 'So...how did you sustain all these injuries?' Oliver shamefully admitted 'I got into a fight'
Charlie's eyes widened and he began to ask more 'Oh, did you win?'
'It wasn't that kind of fight- physically argument if you must'
Charlie giggled and swallowed in embarrassment. Oliver raised his head 'What's that smell?' Charlie lifted himself off the mattress and excitedly informed Oliver it was the best restaurant in London.
'Ooh I'd love something from there'
Checking his pockets to find nothing but bread crumbs, he grinned and asked Oliver 'You hungry?...'
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The Artful Twist
Fanfiction|Dedication to xXRubyChanXx| Oliver began his life living awfully without choice and it doesn't seem to get any better. Oliver has nobody on his side and fears for his future. Can Oliver cope for much longer?
