He had a red cup in his hands and a tall dark brown bottle sitting on the railing. How did i not see him when i was looking up? Oliver took a sip of his drinks and turned back around. I wasn't expecting him to say anything, we didn't know each other but a hi or something would have been acceptable.

I walked up to the railing and leaned my arms against it. It looked much crowded from up here and the fire looked larger.

"why are you up here?" Oliver asked. I looked at him, though he was already looking at me. His accent was thick butt i could still understand him. I liked it and wanted to hear more

"Why are you up here?" i countered.

"Because i fucking can be, i asked you first?" I was a bit taken back, i was never really associated with people who swore, and he just said it like regular language, which i guess it was normal language for some. i don't know.

"It's a little too crowded, it's calming up here" i said taking a glance below, the music got louder and everyone was dancing. It was easy to see the red cups, there were alot.

"Now answer my question" i turned to him, He look guarded. I eyed his tattoos, i never got a good look and the lights from the fire illuminated them, and olivers eyes, which were hazel green, a beautiful hazel green.

'I already told you, but i was bored and people kept talking to me and i didn't wanna talk to them" I nodded.

A red flower on his neck, a skull on his shoulder. They were so colorful and detailed.

"you're staring" he said with a questioning expression.

"what?"

Oliver placed his cup on the railing. "you why are you staring?"

"I was just looking at yours tattoos, there're alot"

"oh" oliver sighed, i'm guessing he'd been asked too many times.

"are there more?"

"yes" his voice was bored.

I saw how some designs spilled onto his chest, i couldn't see them due to the same black shirt he was wearing when i first saw him.

"Can i see?" i asked. I don't know if he was gonna say yes or no. I basically asked him to take his shirt off and i don't know how he was gonna react to that. He didn't seemed surprised so that's a good sign i guess.

Oliver sighed and reached for the hem of his shirt.
I felt my cheeks getting hot. He was really gonna do it.

He lifted his shirt up fully giving me a full view. oliver kept his shirt in his hands.

I kept my face down just enough so he couldn't see my cheeks but so i could see him.

They were amazing, the designs the detail. I never liked tattoos personally but seeing the thought and time people put into them.

But olivers, were another story. They looked like they had some secret meaning to them that only certain people would understand. I took a step closer so i could get a better look. He was a lot taller than me by a couple inches, but it was a significant difference. I couldn't help but smile, he wasn't as bad as i thought, but i barely knew him.

A Heart in the middle of this chest, diamonds and flowers and wings. They all looked elaborate.

"did they hurt?" i asked him

He shook his head. I brought my hand up to touch his chest. Expecting it to feel rough, it wasn't, he was soft. There was a voice in my head telling me to back away. I usually listened but i didn't want to. I didn't wanna move even though i knew i should.

This wasn't wrong right? i mean i did ask and he agreed, he could've said no.

Suddenly my hand was gripped tightly and oliver was smirking.

"you didn't care about my tattoos at all did you?" he whispered in my ear making me shudder. "you just wanted my shirt off" he kissed my ear around my jaw and finally to my lips.

His lips were soft and full and i found my eyes closing. Oliver kissed me, he was, right now.

Oliver moved his hands to my waist and walked us over to the wall without breaking the kiss.

He was a good kisser, not that i've had a whole lot of boys to compare only like 2 but he was good. I didn't want this moment to end.

I brought my hand up grazing his arm and up to his smooth brown hair lacing my fingers through it.

Oliver pressed his body closer to mine moved his lips to my neck, i couldn't help smiling as he sucked harder soothing it with his tongue. I bit my lip and my breathing was ragged. I gripped his hair tighter.

"Oliver" i moaned.

suddenly i heard music, it wasn't from downstairs, it was louder, more distinct.

It was olivers Phone.

He kissed me then and rested his forehead against mine and reached in his pocket. My mind was racing. Questions piled up and i couldn't answer them.

"I gotta go" he whispered. He kissed me one last time before stepping back and leaving.

I was in a state of shock and still trying to piece together what just happened, or what was going to happen. Or what he thought was gonna happen. I would say no, but i didn't. he didn't ask. I'm so confused. I just need to think about this.

I waited a bit before leaving the room to avoid oliver. I went outside and looked around. The party didn't die down a bit. Where was scarlett? She was my ride home.

I spotted Vic from across the yard, he was alone holding a sack of what looks like ice to his arms. I walked over to him.

"Vic?" I called. He looked at me.

"Skyler right, scarletts roomate"

"Yea, speaking of scarlett do you know where she is?

"scarlett left 10 minutes ago"

Notes

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