*Dalton's POV*
I'm back at my phone. With All Time Low blaring in my ears, I am currently staring into the cloud-filled sky, thinking. The open window is allowing a biting breeze to ruff up my hair. I thought over last night. First of all, Olive can sing! Seriously, her voice should be a candle scent. It was so smooth, and it always cracked with emotion at just the right time. I had noticed that she also gained a faint British accent when she sang. I contemplated what she responded with when I pointed out the blood on her cheek. "There's plenty more where that came from." Those words had haunted me all last night as I restlessly tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. What did she mean? What happened that caused her to have blood on her? I became worried sick every time I thought about it. I needed to know she was safe. Listening to the meaningful lyrics of Missing You, I looked at the cool grey sky, wondering how long it would take for winter to catch up.
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*Olive's POV*
I didn't do anything....All day... I've been exceedingly weak lately. The most likely cause would be blood loss, but some small, unreasonable part of me whispers one word--one name--continuously throughout the day and night:
Dalton
Dalton
Dalton
I felt hopeless without him with me. I refused to sleep for fear of having nightmares, I hardly touched my food, and I felt like all the energy had been sucked from me. All I did was exist, survive. This was only the first of many completely Dalton-free days! I'm not sure how I'm gonna make it if I continue like this. From what I overheard from Will and Fizzle's conversations, Dalton's not doing any better. He downright refuses to eat, talk, or even move. I hated this whole idea. It didn't exactly seem to be helping our relationship at all. But I do trust Fizzle, even if I disagree with her.
O: how's Dalton?
I've been texting Will every once in a while (basically every ten minutes), asking about Dalton. I hope he doesn't get too mad, though I have always known Will to be patient and kind.
W: He actually just went on a walk
O: o rly?
W: yes and no u can't randomly go on a walk right now
O: pleeeeeeeeese?
W: nope
O: w/ a cherry on top?🍒😩🙏
W: not happening
O: Whatever
W: ttyl
I let out and angry huff as I put the iPod down. I wanted to be with Dalton right now. We could be hand in hand, walking to the coffee shop to get some warm drinks to fight the oncoming winter temperature. I could just imagine him right now,
walking down the pavement, coffee in hand, beanie on head, kicking a stray pebble as he lost himself in his thoughts. God, I wanted to be with him.
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The routine has remained consistent throughout the past three days. I don't move from the couch all day. I read, watch tv, listen to music, anything to pass the time. Nearly every hour I text Will about Dalton, usually just getting a 'he's fine' in return. I hardly eat or speak at all. I'm beginning to feel weaker by the day. Dalton's routine is similar to mine, not talking or eating, doing basically nothing all day. But at around 7 o'clock every evening, he goes for a walk through the city. He usually returns around two hours later. I never sleep. I don't need a mirror to know that my skin has become pale and pasty, and dark rings had appeared around my eyes that go so low, they could probably be seen from below my hood. Sometimes I trudge up to the roof and stare over the city as the sun sets. Though I would love to see the stars, Will or Fizzle always comes up to bring me back to the apartment before it gets too late.
I don't need a babysitter! It's like every time I'm left alone, their afraid I'll do something stupid.
I decided I'm just gonna avoid contact with every single person. I'm keeping to myself now. I haven't eaten for 24 hours, and to be honest I don't really have an appetite. I pull up Tumblr to creep some fan accounts. I let out a sigh as I shove myself deeper into this big black hole of loneliness and depression. That sounded super emo, but hey! You'd think and act like this way, too if you were in my shoes. I prepared to waste yet another day.
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*Dalton's POV*
Insanity:
Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
They say Albert Einstein was the smartest person alive, right? So he probably knew what he was talking about when he tried to explain to the rest of us stupid, pitiful human beings what craziness is. I'm gonna trust Al on this. Will and Fizzle have been attempting to keep Olive and I apart for a while now, expecting some great breakthrough to become certain our relationship was all good. That has not happened. So I think it's safe to say I'm going insane.
I've been thinking about it lately, and I decided if I wasn't going to be able to spend time with Olive, I would have to replace our friendship with something. A hobby maybe? But how do you replace your best friend? It's impossible. So if not a replacement, I need a distraction.
I felt my body stiffen as a cold breeze blew through my leather jacket. I was roaming the unusually emptying sidewalks on my daily stroll. You're going insane. My head kept telling me. You need a distraction. Y'know sometimes I can be really annoying. Well, what do normal guys do when their stressed?
My eyes raked over a night club. How 'bout I get a drink? The thought alone scared...and yet thrilled, me. And so, knowing full well I would be extremely out of place, I stepped through the doorway and into the crowded building.
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*Olive's POV*
"Where is he?!" I demanded of the pair.
"Honey, he's not back yet." Fizzle said in a soft voice.
It was over three freakin hours later than when he usually returned!
My mind immediately wandered to dark, scary places. As dark and scary as thoughts of a city night could get.
The rim of my vision blurred before a deep darkness enveloped me.
Where the hell are you Dalton?!
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Grapes & Olives // Dalton Rapattoni
FanfictionOlive is a girl with a bright past, a hell-like present, and an even more sinister future. All that changed when a kind boy came into her life. Dalton Rapattoni provided her with friends and a place to call home. But as Olive's life slowly gets piec...
