Olivia

Temporary fix

"You can call me
When you're lonely
When you can't sleep
I'll be your temporary fix"

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I didn't sleep last night. I tried to, but I couldn't stop thinking about how much I want to rip Harry and Kayla's heads off. Kayla really seemed like a nice girl, and Harry seemed like a nice guy. He always made me laugh, and feel safe and comforted.

I finally fell asleep at 5:00 a.m, but I had to wake up an hour later for my morning classes. It was important, because I had to turn in assignments, and take a test. The rest of the day I'm free, and I think I'm going to visit Michael to just have a conversation with someone other than the voice in my mind.

The test went seemingly well, except for the fact that I kept passing out through out the whole thing, but I continued to drink coffee, and pinching myself to stay awake.

I texted Michael after class, and said I can hangout around twelve or after that, he replied, and said he'll pick me up at one. So that gives me about about three hours to take a nap, and two hours to take a shower, get ready, and do nothing.

I fall asleep with headphones in, and I find myself dreaming about Toby again this time it's more of a flashback of the first argument we ever had.

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"Hey Toby." I say to my boyfriend in the halls of our highschool. He doesn't say anything and keeps walking at a pace I can't keep up with.

"What's wrong?" I ask him calmly but not in a pushy tone.

"I can't talk now." He says in an angry voice.

"Um okay, I need to get my stuff I left in your car." I say to him.

"Can't it wait?" He asks me with a groan.

"No. Not really. It's my wallet it has all my money and stuff in it." I say quietly.

"Whatever c'mon." He says with a huff.

On the way to his car I wonder what has him in such a horrible mood. I don't want to push him to talk about anything he doesn't want to talk about, but if he's going to be rude or short would me I'm going to stick up for myself. We've been dating for a month now, and we haven't had any arguments, and he's never been angry or short with me. He's opened up to me and trusted me, I've never seen him so a angry before either. Something has him all red in the face, and his veins are basically popping out the side of his head.

We arrive to his sleek black car, and he opens it up for me. I grab my wallet from the passengers side. "Thanks." I tell him.

"Whatever." He mumbles at me with a glare.

"What's wrong with you?" I say my thoughts out loud, and Toby doesn't seem to like the question I asked.

"Jesus Olivia! I don't always need to be would you constantly! You're so damn pushy, why can't you just leave me the hell alone!" He yells at me in anger.

'Fuck yourself Toby! How about that?' I want to yell him, but I don't instead I calmly tell him fine.

"Fine?" He asks me semi confused, almost like he was expecting me to blow up on him.