Chapter Fourteen

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“CAWWWWW-CA-CAWWWWW-“

“BLOODY BIRDS! Get yo’ mangy paws offa my BURGER! UGH.”

So it seems that I was correct to assume Oliver was not a morning person. Or a beach person, either, poor boy.

“You know, waving your hands around like you just don’t care isn’t going to make them go away; it’s going to attract them to your salty flesh!”

He looked at me like I was insane.

“Yeh have the weirdest word bank I ‘ave evah heard.”

I smirked.

“It’s called reading. You should try it sometime!”

And with that I took in the absolutely gorgeous view in front of me. The Pacific Ocean loomed in the distance, with waves undulating beneath a wide arc of pure sunlight and radiation. It was maddening.

I wanted to rush into the chilly water and feel my toes go numb in the silt of water. I wished to float on top of the sea foam, like the seals and the seagulls.

But, alas, all I was doing was finishing my fourth chili-cheese dog and relaxing on the damp sand. Which in turn made my air supply machine quite perplexed. Every so often, it would beep at me, as if to say, “HEY! I’m DYING here!” Ironic? I think so!

Naturally, since I could not live out my desires, I was forcing Oliver to instead.

“I’m headin’ out.”

I looked into his cute, worried face.

“There’s nothing to worry about! The sharks only come out if you’re bleeding. Are you bleeding??”

I smiled as widely as I could.

“Yeh evil little girl. S’not nice to scare people yeh say yeh love!”

I had to laugh at that one.

These conversations were what I lived for.

“Well go on then! The Pacific awaits! And you better make it a good one!”

“I know, I know.”

He grumbled to himself, walked around in a circle for a bit, and finally nodded his head of shaggy hair and walked towards the surf.

I watched his ass with the attention one would give to a two-year old on a sugar high.

God, today was glorious.

What more could a girl ask for?

Oh WAIT! I know! Perhaps a new BODY? One without faulty pipes and a nice rack, preferably.

“Oi! Pay attention! I’m only doin’ this once!”

I looked up from my musings to see the boy coasting along a tiny barrel, with all the trouble a seal has getting oysters from the ocean floor. What a liar! What a whiner baby!

“YEAHHHH! You go get you SOME SON!”

I saw his smile and then I saw him fall backwards underneath the waves.

A jolt of fear went through me.

Then his shaggy head appeared out of the water, and he managed to drag himself past the breaking waves and onto shore, kissing the sand beneath his lips.

“Ew. Get a room!”

*Oliver’s P.O.V.*

I sawr her standing there, lookin’ at meh like I was her everything. I was nothing. But to know that someone like ‘er was thinkin’ tha’, well, twas a miracle.

How could I evah hope to lose ‘er?

How would I go on?

She was stronger than I, even when they had ‘er hooked up to all the machines and gurneys, an’ performed their mad science on ‘er over-worked body.

She was remarkable.

I walked ovah ‘er, placing my wet and slimy hands on her face, lovin’ the reaction I received.

How could she smile an’ be so happy?

Didn’t she realize ‘er life would be ovah in ten days?

But no, she looked like the ‘appiest girl in the world.

I was shocked.

I am not a good person. I’m a fuck-up. Royal fuck-up. I burn everythin’ I touch.

I’m no good for anyone, least of all, ‘er.

Yet all I can do is stay and keep close, cuz there’s somethin’ between us, honest to god, that I can’t imagine will evah happen to me again.

“Yeh ready to go?”

“Why so soon? Don’t you want to see the sunset? I have ice cream!”

I smiled. Still a little roly-poly, she was!

“Yeh runnin’ low on oxygen.” I pointed to ‘er tank, watching the damned machine poot it’s way into nothing.

“Look at you! Remembering all sorts of smart things today!”

Her fingers took hold of my cheeks and squeezed. Had it been me mates, they’da been smashed between a rock an’ a hard place.

“But, yes, you’re right. Do me a favor and grab the other oxygen tank from the car. I’ll switch them up.”

“Without a doctor?”

“Don’t look so shocked, Oliver! It’s not that hard. I’ve had to do it a million times before. Not big deal.

‘Er tone was one I dearly recognized. Nevah a good idea tah piss off yeh girl…

“Arright, I’m on it.”

I got up, careful not to trip ovah her cords, when she pulled me back down for a kiss. It was like fire, like always.

How was I to survive?

*Author's Note*

Don't hate me!! I'm busy!! T.T Just a little filler before the big stuff happens...

And as always, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for taking precious minutes of your equally precious lives to read my drivel T.T

<3 xOxO - V

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