Silver Sands 【Piko x Oliver】(CANCELLED)

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'Writing this novel is gonna kill me..'

Oliver's thoughts spun around in his head over and over, yet he couldn't make sense of any of them despite how many times they came back around. Mum and Dad were out for the month, Hio was asleep, and messaging anyone online seemed like a waste of time, so Oliver had no way to think of anything for his novel.

Sure, he could listen to music or look up a plot generator, but some annoying little voice in his head kept telling him that that would make his story fake.

And even though Oliver knew that was wrong, he'd become set on thinking up something all without the Internet anyways. A foolish plan, considering tools were created to be used, but who cared?

Well, his future teacher probably would. Miss Sora was the teacher for Oliver's writing class in his next year of high school, and she conducted the after-school creative writing club as well. Oliver only knew her a little bit, as he'd always opted for English class in the past, where books were focused on more than writing.

Miss Sora did seem nice enough, though. Minus the novel she wanted turned in once summer break was over.

Well, it was a short story, but Oliver felt like being cool and promising himself he'd write a novel. He ignored the voice in his head again, as this time it was telling Oliver he'd fail if he didn't actually write anything and only prayed for something inspirational to occur.

And even though Oliver knew that was true, he only grew more adamant in denying it.

And-- gah! All Oliver's absentminded daydreams were killing him. He had to let off some energy. But how-? Well...

A quick glance toward the window brought a smile to his face. It wasn't too dark to go for a short stroll just yet. Perks of living close to a beach. Minus the stupid weather and random people visiting for summer vacations. Oh, and the birds. No one was allowed to forget the birds.

But that wasn't the point! The point was that he could go for a walk! Alone! Yeah, he was sixteen and independent enough, but who cared? Not him. And he couldn't think of anyone who did. Smiling to himself, Oliver slipped out of his room, thankful he'd left the door open a crack so it wouldn't whine.

He kept his footfalls light so as not to upset the temperamental wooden floor, either. In fact, most of the house made rather cacophonous noises in the instance things were messed up. Oliver grimaced as he remembered trying to reheat some fast food a few months ago. The microwave had went ham on him!

Now, though, Oliver was determined to escape unscathed. He tiptoed over to the kitchen and quietly opened a jar of some candy, taking a small handful. He could hear Hio snoring loudly from the couch, so he didn't try too hard to be quiet. Besides, it wasn't, like, pitch-black. Just getting darker.

Anyways, now that he had some sugar in case his blood sugar decided to drop, he was ready to book it. A quick glance at the clock let him know it was about eight at night. Man, summer was awesome! The sun almost never set!

Well, that was an exaggeration, but it sure felt like it. Oliver put two peppermints back on the counter and kept the chocolate. He hurried to the front door, picked a random pair of flip-flops, and quietly nudged the screen door open. In summer, they left the actual wooden door open all the time since it got too hot otherwise, leaving only the creaky screen door. However, if the door was pushed upwards while being opened, virtually no sound was produced! Hio really had to be careful about what he taught Oliver.

The blonde boy let the door click shut, flinching at the small snap before turning to glance at the setting sun. It was always so pretty; it was primarily orange and purple this time. The weather was still pleasant and the wind blew towards him tonight, leaving the scent of the city behind him.