I woke up and found Oli in the kitchen of his flat brewing tea. "You are so freaking english dude." I shook my head.

"What is there a problem with that?" He smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"No I just." I stopped, "Stop it!" I yelled putting my hands up in the air.

"What?" He threw his hands up in the air.

"You stop! Just stop!" I rushed. He hobbled over to me. I sighed seeing him hurt like that. "I'm sorry Oli, that this happen. I looked down at his braced knee.

"Skylar it's fine." He reached out to squeeze my shoulder reassuringly. I stepped back.

"No Oli! It's not okay! I destroy everything and everyone I come into contact with! Look at you for example! Your knee wouldn't be destroyed had you not met me!" I yelled.

"Skylar it's fine! Really!" He yelled trying to be louder than my gibberish.

"No it's not! I'm a freaking walking disaster!" I yelled louder.

"No you aren't! He yelled. I took a few steps backwards, falling over the back of the couch. My feet were over the backside of the couch, and I was opposite how you would sit on a couch. I started balling.

"Hey it's okay." He rushed over onto the couch next to me. I covered my face, not wanting him to see me like this.

"No it's not." I sobbed.

"If I hadn't known you I wouldn't have been able to write those songs." He cooed. He moved me hands away from my face. "Hell I wouldn't have been able to come up with those lyrics on my own." He smiled down at my mess of a face.


"Your knee wouldn't be in a brace, Vic wouldn't be tied down to me for so long." I said between sobs.

"You know what? I'm taking you somewhere, go get cleaned up." He got up off of the couch and went into his bedroom. I curiously followed, only a few tears rolling down my face. I walked into the room and a grinning Oli stared at me. "You stopped sobbing." He smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him and walked into his guest bedroom. I sniffled really loudly, hoping Oli would hear.

"I'm still crying!" I yelled. I hear him start cracking up down the hall in his room.

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"Oli!" I whined. He was driving me to god knows where really fast. He was in a Bugatti and freaking flooring it. Every single time Oli drove me someplace here I always feel like I'm on the wrong side of the road. It's kinda scary, especially when someone decides to go way over the speed limit. He slowed the car down and pulled off to the side. This road was really open, and we still hadn't seen another car.

"Want to drive?" He asked.

"What? No I don't even have my license in the U.S." I gasped in horror.

"But you have to had driven sometime. Here go ahead, you won't hit anything." He hopped out the car, and motioned for me to get in a drive.

"I'm going to crash this Oli." I warned him. He just smiled at me.

"There's nothing out here to crash into." I hopped over the center console and buckled up on the driver's side. Oli got in on the passenger side, and I put the car in drive. I pressed the gas, and we accelerated quickly. I slammed on the brake, and Oli and I got whiplashed. I put the car in park.

"Oli drive I can't do this." I trembled.

"Calm down. I'll just buy a new one if you wreck it. Now put the car in drive and slowly push down on the gas, until you feel an adrenaline rush, then don't push down further, and follow the curves in the road, it's simple." He smiled. I did as I was told. Soon, I wasn't even going as fast as Oli was, but it felt fast, I felt so much power and control. After about two minutes I pulled over, stopping pretty quickly. Oli lurched forward, his seatbelt saving him from hitting his head on the dash.

"Whoops." I cringed. He just chuckled.

"Want to go home?" He asked. I nodded my head and we switched spots. The entire drive home was silent, and I didn't mind, I just watched as the scenery passed by.

Notes

Well there goes the one I caught up on. I'm going to try and double update tonight.