Just Friends
besties with oli.
The names Ryelie.
Iam was besties with Oli Sykes.
her thoughts
No, we never dated, kissed for the hell of it, or acted like a couple.I wish. all we did was sex. I was always the girl between girls. What yeh might ask is that? Well let me tell yeh. When Oli a dumped a girl or well there really wasn’t a b but it would be if a girl dumped him he would come over to my house, we’d get shitfaced and have sex. We’d keep that up till Oli found himself a new bird. Oli was never the man whore people put him out to be.
So you’re gonna ask if I was there between SJ Whiteley and Amanda Hendricks. Answer is no. I wasn’t. and I had no intentions of it either. Here comes into play the whole ‘was besties’ part. I haven’t seen Oli in 4 years. I moved from Sheffield to Oxwich Wales because of a little mistake that occurred between Oli and SJ’s dating. Short story: SJ broke up with Oli, Oli came over, got smashed, had sex, Oli and SJ get back together, 1 month later prego.
We just finished secondary schooling and Oli’s band got signed. But you know about that. Present time I’m raising a 4 year old boy who is a mini of Oli with my red hair. Oli doesn’t know incase you’re wondering. He has the life he always wanted. Why ruin that.
reality
“Kingsley!” I yelled running after him.
I had to get him dressed so that he could go to Abi’s place so I could get to work. I just got him in his pants when the door bell rang. I quickly looked at the clock thinking Abi was here and opened it. My jaw dropped at who actually stood there.
“Olleh?” I said shocked.
“’Ey Rye.” He said rubbing his neck.
“What? ‘Ow’d yeh know I was ‘ere?”
“Yeh mum.”
“Figured. Come in, I’m late alreadeh.”
“Late fer what?”
“My job, Oli.”
"What yeh job?"
“Tattoo artist. Kingsley!”
“Mommy!” he said running out of the kitchen.
I handed him his shirt and told him to put it on.
“Mommy ‘e ‘as tats like yeh.” King said pointing to Oli.
Oli needless to say was speechless. His mouth kept moving like a fish.
“Go get yer shoes Kings.” I said rubbing his head.
A few more awkward silenced seconds flew by before Oli opened his mouth.
“Yeh…yeh ‘ave a kid Rye?”
I nodded.
“And ‘e looks like meh.”
“Oli why yeh realleh ‘ere?”
“I miss yeh. ‘Ow old is ‘e?”
“4. Oli, why did yeh choose now ta find meh?”
“Amanda broke up wif me.”
“Oli I don't ‘ave time fer this. I’ve gatta go.”
“’E’s mine innit ‘e?”
“Yes Oli. Kingsley lets go!”
“What yeh said yes. “Ow?”
“Oli ‘e’s 4. I ‘aven't seen yeh in 4 years. It all makes sense. Yeh can stay ‘ere if yeh like.” I said grabbing Kingsley.
“I love yeh.” Oli whispered.
“I love yeh too Oli. I really do.” I said rubbing a hand over his cheek. I quickly kissed him and left.
Iam was besties with Oli Sykes.
her thoughts
No, we never dated, kissed for the hell of it, or acted like a couple.I wish. all we did was sex. I was always the girl between girls. What yeh might ask is that? Well let me tell yeh. When Oli a dumped a girl or well there really wasn’t a b but it would be if a girl dumped him he would come over to my house, we’d get shitfaced and have sex. We’d keep that up till Oli found himself a new bird. Oli was never the man whore people put him out to be.
So you’re gonna ask if I was there between SJ Whiteley and Amanda Hendricks. Answer is no. I wasn’t. and I had no intentions of it either. Here comes into play the whole ‘was besties’ part. I haven’t seen Oli in 4 years. I moved from Sheffield to Oxwich Wales because of a little mistake that occurred between Oli and SJ’s dating. Short story: SJ broke up with Oli, Oli came over, got smashed, had sex, Oli and SJ get back together, 1 month later prego.
We just finished secondary schooling and Oli’s band got signed. But you know about that. Present time I’m raising a 4 year old boy who is a mini of Oli with my red hair. Oli doesn’t know incase you’re wondering. He has the life he always wanted. Why ruin that.
reality
“Kingsley!” I yelled running after him.
I had to get him dressed so that he could go to Abi’s place so I could get to work. I just got him in his pants when the door bell rang. I quickly looked at the clock thinking Abi was here and opened it. My jaw dropped at who actually stood there.
“Olleh?” I said shocked.
“’Ey Rye.” He said rubbing his neck.
“What? ‘Ow’d yeh know I was ‘ere?”
“Yeh mum.”
“Figured. Come in, I’m late alreadeh.”
“Late fer what?”
“My job, Oli.”
"What yeh job?"
“Tattoo artist. Kingsley!”
“Mommy!” he said running out of the kitchen.
I handed him his shirt and told him to put it on.
“Mommy ‘e ‘as tats like yeh.” King said pointing to Oli.
Oli needless to say was speechless. His mouth kept moving like a fish.
“Go get yer shoes Kings.” I said rubbing his head.
A few more awkward silenced seconds flew by before Oli opened his mouth.
“Yeh…yeh ‘ave a kid Rye?”
I nodded.
“And ‘e looks like meh.”
“Oli why yeh realleh ‘ere?”
“I miss yeh. ‘Ow old is ‘e?”
“4. Oli, why did yeh choose now ta find meh?”
“Amanda broke up wif me.”
“Oli I don't ‘ave time fer this. I’ve gatta go.”
“’E’s mine innit ‘e?”
“Yes Oli. Kingsley lets go!”
“What yeh said yes. “Ow?”
“Oli ‘e’s 4. I ‘aven't seen yeh in 4 years. It all makes sense. Yeh can stay ‘ere if yeh like.” I said grabbing Kingsley.
“I love yeh.” Oli whispered.
“I love yeh too Oli. I really do.” I said rubbing a hand over his cheek. I quickly kissed him and left.