ELEVEN

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A little warning here. There's some action between Ollie and Sal in this chapter and I recommend that if you don't like it either you skip it or you just find another story to read.

Hope you enjoy :3

-> Desyre

Oliver

                Sal looked so happy. I loved the fact that I was the one to make him that happy. He threw himself into my arms and hugged me tightly. Then he pulled back and kissed me right there in front of everyone. I was kind of embarrassed to be kissing him in front of his friends but that didn’t stop me from kissing him back. For a few never-ending minutes I felt as happy as he felt. He pulled back and smiled that warm smile that I was starting to love. I smiled back at him, happy that he looked so proud of me. And then I felt him tense. He stiffened up in my arms and suddenly he didn’t look happy, he looked worried. He looked around at his friends and that was when I noticed the silence. It had never bothered me before. After all I had spent most of my live in near silence. But there was a difference between the silence I was used to and this silence. This silence was charged. I dared to look around and saw that everyone was looking at me. They didn’t look happy or disappointed or anything, it was just blank.

                They didn’t like it. I knew it. My voice is horrible, nobody would like it. Only Sal likes it. His friends didn’t like it. I just made a fool out of myself in front of them.

“Ollie that was…” Gret started to say.

                Horrible. Awful. Hideous. Terrible. Disastrous. Ear-splitting. I could think of about ten more adjectives.

“Incredible,” Dust ended for her.

                Incredible? Incredibly horrible? Hadn’t thought of that one.

“It was just, amazing,” Kevin said from where he was sitting in the couch that faced the little stage -if two amps and one microphone on a sort of rug could be called that- Sal, Em, and Dust had built here.

“Even I have to agree,” Em said sounding something between amazed and defeated.

                Sal looked at me with a sort of questioning look. I just shrugged. I didn’t really understand it either.

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