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by CliffordGalaxy

by CliffordGalaxy

Olive woke up at the exact same time as Michael. She did everything that Michael did and got to school the exact same time as Michael...except from today. Olive was a minute early so waited around the corner scorning herself until it was time for her to come face to face with none other than Michael Clifford.

"Olive hey, how was your morning?" They hugged, then hugged again. Though he never had to ask as he knew that it had been as terrible as his, the same as it always was.

"I'm fine." Both he and she knew it was lies but she alway replied that she was fine, she was always fine. "You?"

"I'm good." Lying again, although they both had OCD, neither of them felt like they had to tell the other everything. You see, when Michael and Olive met they were 11. Only Olive had OCD at that point but it wasn't severe, the odd time when she had to order her books and pencil case in the desk she sat at in class; the odd time she'd clean the whiteboard when she was bored. Then when Michael came into her life...she thought she was getting better, she thought she was becoming normal but honestly Michael was becoming more like her. Maybe it wasn't that bad, at least they had each other, someone to understand that you need to do something's more than once.

They walked into school together, not at all amused by their steps being the same like most people. There was never awkward silence between them as they always knew what the other was thinking.

"Clarice?"

"Yes Gordon."

"You know I hate my middle name!" Michael groans in annoyance, he may like teasing her about middle name but not when it was returned. "I'll start calling you by your last name if you're not careful."

"Yeah but if you randomly scream Doyle, all the Sherlock fan girls will swoon over you thinking you're the Watson to their Sherlock, the Moriaty to their Sherlock, the Molly to their Sher-"

Michael interrupted, "why do they get to be Sherlock all the time?!"

"-lock. Because my dear Gordy, you're detective skills are some what lacking. Plus, he's practically a god!" She closed her locker and left it at exactly 24, no doubt the other students would twist it.

"You know Clary, I wouldn't mind the fangirls after me, since you're practically in love with Sherly anyway." He smirks as she pulls a tissue from her pocket.

"Oh yes cause I would love a guy that has...is this pizza sauce?" She asks astonished as she wipes the corner of his mouth. Michael blushed and scrubbed his face harshly. "So what are we doing tonight?"

"Er band practise, sorry every Thursday."

"No don't worry about it, I'll just..."

Unlike Michael, Olive didn't have any other friends, just him. She was invisible to everyone, Michael being the only one that could really see who she was. But Mikey wasn't always around, he could be hanging out with Cal, Ash, or Luke, leaving Olive to drift as nothing.

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