Late at night on your bed. Staring at the ceiling, you pull up your phone, looking at Oliver's phone number. Still wonder what got oliver so... Flustered. Sure he has always been protective of you. It's just... Something snapped.
You remember all those memories in a short amount of time with Oliver as a child. He was truly your first real friend. He stuck by you even when the other children made fun of you. Although you wanted to keep your secret from him. Fearing whether he would stay with you or not. He wasn't... Normal to begin with. Always happy go lucky, kind and nice. Though when people criticized him or not agree with him at all, hurt him. He would turn into a whole other person. Though it was controlled somewhat. Oliver was a person you knew and you knew never wanting to meet his other half.
"Oliver.." whispering to yourself.
---Flashback 8 years earlier---
"Oliver?" Oliver stopped swinging you giving a curious look. "Yes ___________?" He asked walking around you. His eyes set on you.
"Am I weird? Or am I normal?" You frown. His eyes blinked. A pause was set for a certain amount of time. It made you nervous that he was going to say you were weird. Closing your eyes swing back and forth slightly a fit of laughter broke out. It quickly brought your attention back to you British friend. "What so funny Ollie" you pout. This made him laugh more making him hold himself.
"What kind of question is that poppet?" He giggled out.
This made you pout more. Was he being mean? "I'm being serious" you sigh. He chuckled putting both hands on you shoulders. His eyes dead set into yours. Making you feel hypnotized, suddenly making your child heart pitter patter.
"There is no such thing as normal or weird. We're all unique." He smiled and snuggled his nose against yours that made you blush. Oliver giggled out again and pulled away.
"If you're so worried about it. Then i'm not any better" he smirked.
Looking back now.. He was right. It's silly to get it now. There is no Weird or Normal. It doesn't exist in our Human world. We're all different. Why can't most of the world accept that?
You smile to yourself and call his number.
The dial tone rang a few times and a sudden jerk was heard on the other line. "Ello ____________!" He chimed. His voice making you smile more you could help but blush. "Oliver... I just wanted to say thanks.. Even if we were apart for 8 years. You have always been my one true friend. Even now." you softly spoke. A chuckle was heard on the other line.
"It's really late. Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" He questioned with a hint of laughter.
You blink "Oh is that so." you started as you fidget slightly looking at the time. "I lost track?" you lied badly. Which rose more giggling. "You sound so mature over the phone poppet." He whisper teasingly. A blush started to rise against your face "Y-You too" you stutter. He laughed again.
"S-Stop making fun of me" you pout.
It was silent for a few seconds. His voice sounding faint "You know I'd never make fun of you." he said seriously.
A small smile crept up your features. "____________" he began.
"Why haven't you stand up to those bullies. After all these years..." You frown and thought. He made a good point, but remember what you said to them all those years ago. "I didn't want to stoop to their level." You sighed. "I feared if I did anything. Would it really stop?" you pout.
"That's a silly reason." Oliver spoke bluntly.
"Yes it is... A stupid one at that." A faint 'Mhm' was almost audible on the other line.
"___________?" he asked.
"Yes Oliver?" the silence was there again. His usual fun happy attitude couldn't be made out. "I want to show you something tomorrow after school." His voice demanded. "H-Huh?" you blink sitting up from you position on your bed. He didn't say anything. "Well o-okay"
"Will you still be my friend?" he asked a little more seriously.
"Yes, Oliver" you sigh. 'What is going on with him?' you thought. A dark chuckle was heard on the other line. Making chills go up and down your spine. Your senses once again telling you to say no. Don't go down this path. It was like making a deal with the devil. Oliver was my friend.. Yet there was so much to him I barely even knew. Why did he draw you in so well? What was the attraction..
"Good, because I'll hold you to that poppet." he giggled like his old self and with that he hung up leaving you speechless..