I woke up today feeling pretty damn good. Not going to lie, but might have something to do with the fact I fell asleep cuddling with Oli last night. I hopped out of bed and trekked over to the kitchen. Oli got up from the table and handed me a big rectangular black box with a white bow that looks like it had blood splattered on it. I cocked my head in curiosity. "What is this?"

"Have you never gotten a gift?" He asked. I shook my head no. "Open it!" He smiled.

"I don't think I've ever gotten a gift?" I paused, waiting for Oli to reassure me that I said it right. He smiled so I guess I did. I opened up the box, and there was a partially leaver jacket thing. I think it's called a varsity jacket. One of the younger clients that I was forced to sleep with had one. I asked him about it, and he said it was for being on varsity for football. Then he had to explain what varsity is to me. Wait but why would I have a varsity jacket, I'm not on football. Maybe Oli was. He's giving me his varsity jacket from high school.

On the back there was a zombie looking cat. I turned it around so I could see the front. I dropped it immediately and curled up. He looked concerned to say the least. "Skylar are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked me. He reached his hand out towards me and I flinched.

"You want me to drop dead?" I asked him, hardly whispering.

"No Skylar!" He laughed, "I own a clothing company called drop dead. I don't want you to drop dead." He reached out towards me and I let him touch me. He cupped my cheek and picked up the jacket. "I designed this for you." He smiled. I grabbed it from his hand and really studied the design. The Jacket was actually kinda cool.

"It's pretty cool!" I gasped.

"You want to model it?" He asked me. I violently shook my head yes.

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"Alright this is going to be awesome sit next to Oli right near the edge, yeah right there." The photographer said as Oli and I followed his directions. He sat on the corner of the building while I was next to him. He wrapped his arms around me, and his face was towards me.

"Okay good look like you are about to kiss." I turned towards Oli and our noses where about touch. Our lips were maybe three inches apart. I closed my eyes and so did Oli, I think. I heard a click, but neither Oli or I pulled back. Actually I leaned in, and so did Oli. Fireworks were going off I swear.

"Okay lovers break it up!" I heard. But it definitely wasn't the photographer. I pulled back and saw Justin.

"Justin!" I yelled and ran over to him. I hugged him and he hugged back. I squeezed him really hard so that he would have to say something.

"Skylar stop, you're going to kill me!" He yelled. I laughed and released him.

"So should I be concerned that the girl I like is this excited to see another guy?" Oli stood up and walked over to us.

"Hey I could use him to model some of your other new products, if you don't mind of course." The photographer gaily laughed. I swear he's probably gay.

"Yeah sure." Oli shrugged. He grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers. He lazily swung them back and forth.

"Skylarrrrr." He said dragging out the R.

"Oliverrrr." I smiled

"Why you gotta be so cute?" He asked me smiling.

"Why do you?" I reiterated. He smiled. He quickly pecked my lips and pulled back. He was blushing so hard. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

"Hey Skylar, do you want to go on a date, with me I mean..uhh, I mean....Can you..No that's not it..Would you possibly maybe want to go on a dinner thing with me for a date?" He stuttered.

I smiled. "Of course Oli!" I said. "Wait do this, no wait does this mean we be dating? Oh my god I said that wrong." I said that like a question at the end.

"I don't know do you want to doing the dating?" He asked.

"If you want to I'd like to and stuff." I rambled.

"Oh my god you two are dating, there." Justin interrupted. Oli and I looked at each other and blushed. I have a date!!!

Notes

Guys I know I can be inaccurate, but um yeah. There's no point in this not.