I love ketamine (Oliver Sykes fanfiction)

7. Deathbeds

After we had watched some movies in the cinema, we decided to Oliver's place, because it was raining outside. As always both of us was hungry, so we came to conclusion that we will try to cook something together. Something means a pizza with a vegan cheese.

Oliver's house is not exactly like I was imagining. His house is white, roomy and lightsome. His bedroom, office and large bathroom is on the second floor while the rest of rooms (I mean the kitchen, living room and second bathroom) is located on the first floor. Despite the mess all around, I must admit that his house is lovely.

When Oliver unlocked the front door, a small dog greeted us by a loud bark and shriek. Oliver kneeled and grabbed a dog in tight hug, letting Oskar lick his face. I can't help, but must admit that it was one of the sweetest view I have ever seen.

Now we are in the kitchen, preparing a dinner together. The loud music strums from the loudspeakers. Oskar wanders between our feet, waiting for some snacks to eat. I cut a onion to thin slices as Oliver prepares a tomato sauce.

"Let's play the truth or dare" he proposes, breaking the silence.

I look over him, a knife in my hand. He laughs, seeing as I aiming at him with a blade.

"You are childish, Oliver, don't you know?" a small laugh escapes my lips.

"Comme on, Nina. It will be funny" he insists, taking a paprika and knife to chop it.

I roll my eyes, sighing.

"Fine"

Oliver smirks mysteriously, glancing at me.

"Who was your first sex partner?" he asks with a fake serious voice.

"Dammit, Oliver. I choose dare in that case"

"Take your shirt off" he responds with a husky voice.

"Did I tell you that you are an fucking asshole, didn't I?"

Oliver laughs, not paying attention to a knife in his hand. He sticks his tongue out at me.

"I was just joking. Calm down, love. I will give you another question. What do you really want to do in your life? I'm not asking you about your job in the coffeeshop"

I think for moment before I look over him and answer.

"I don't know exactly. When I was younger, I dreamed about being an artist"

"Can you draw?"

"Not bad. Everybody told me that I have a talent, but I wasn't ready to go to the college"

"You regret it, don't you?" Oliver asks, rising his eyebrow.

I sigh, but not answer for his question.

"Truth or dare, Oliver?"

"Dare" he gives me a wide smile, looking over me. Before I can think about a challenge for him, a mixture of whines and curses escapes his lips. I look at him surprised in the same time when he drops the knife down on the floor and grabs his hand. I notice blood between his long fingers. The red liquid is draining form a small cut on his index finger.

"Holy shit" he curses, his brown eyes filled with tears.

I rush toward Oliver and grab him by his hand.

"Oliver" I can't help, but smile, seeing his painful expression "Can you do something in the kitchen without doing yourself any harm?" I chuckle, checking his small wound.

"It's not funny. It's second time I get injured when we are cooking together" he says with serious expression on his face, but after a second he bursts into laughter, joining me. The blood's drops fall down on the white floor.