They Say

Oliver Sykes had never been easy to pin down. He was always quickly distracted. Never interested in anyone for too long. He didn't know if it was out of habit or not. If not, then he didn't know what what wrong with him. He clearly wasn't normal.

Oli sighed as he brushed his dark hair from his eyes so he could look around the room better. His eyes scanned the boring crowd he was sick of being around every weekend. It would be different if it was just his small group of friends, but it never was. This got tiring after a while.

"There yeh are! Glad yeh finally showed!" Matt said approaching him instantly.

"Yeah..." Oli mumbled looking around for someone else he could possibly find familiar and came up short.

"Need a beer?"

Oli nodded and quickly followed the guy to the kitchen. If he was going to be here for a while he needed alcohol to dull the boringness of this party.

Once he had a cold bottle in his hand he relaxed against the counter and took a sip of the cool liquid, "Thanks mate."

Matt nodded and patted his shoulder before leavng him alone. He finally made himself leave the small area and stepped out into the loudness of the party.

He observed everyone around him laughing and talking loudly in their now drunken states. His eyes scanned the room and he was startled when he found the need to stop and look at a girl sitting by a window. His eyes narrowed as he watched her intently. She didn't belong here. Her modest clothing and her calm manner didn't fit in here. Why was she here? Oli couldn't help but be a curious person. It was just how he was. He wanted to get to the bottom of everything that intriqued him.

"You at the right place, love?" He spoke unsure how he had even gotten over to the girl that quickly, but he did.

The dark headed girl looked up and his breathing came to a halt. He wasn't prepared for her to be so pretty that was for sure or for her peircing blue eyes.

A grin hit her lips, "Uh, I sure as hell hope so."

Oli chuckled and sat cautiously across from her.

"Are you here alone?"

"No and yes. I know who owns the house if that counts."

He chuckled, "It does, but see, so do I, so I'm curious as to how you know him."

"Ah, see, I hear it's not good to be curious."

Oli couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, well it's never hurt me before."

The girl laughed sincerely and he grinned, "Well?"

"Well, what's your name?"

"Oliver, you can call me Oli. And yours is?"

"Emerson."

"Isn't that a guy name?"

"Isn't Oliver an old name?"

Oliver laughed, "Touché."

She grinned and relaxed in her seat realizing the boy was not a threat of any sort.

"So, Emason..."

"You say it weird."

Oliver laughed once more, "Sorry, I don't have an American accent like you do. Which leads me wanting to ask more questions."

"I know it does."

"And you aren't going to let me, huh?"

She shrugged, "You can if you want."

"Will I get a straight answa?"

"Probably not."

He laughed, "Of course not. Will you at least answa my first question?"

"How do I know Matty?"

He nodded waiting for an answer.

"He's dating my sister. Who's here for school so she's also American which you probably knew already and I'm here visiting, which means I'm stuck here."

"Oh she's yeh sista? Yeh two don't seem alike in the least bit." He said with a bit of surprise. They really didn't. He had been around Matty's new fling. She was a typical girl, blonde hair, not a lot of clothing, a bit annoying. This girl before him wasn't like her sister in the least bit.

The brunette smiled, "We aren't. She's 4 years older than me so that could be why."

"So yeh are what? A baby?" He teased.

"I'm 21."

"A baby."

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe I am."

He chuckled as he rested his elbows on his knees leaning closer to her, "Let's get out of here."

"I don't know you."

Oli scoffed, "Yeah, well I'm in a band with Matty. If something happened to you I'd probably be murdered. Plus, it's only a walk. So what do you say?"

She studied the boy before her. Even though he was unbearably tattooed up, his eyes made him seem gentle and trustworthy. She finally sighed and placed her hand in the boy's who stood waiting patiently.

A smile lit his face and she felt herself return the gesture. It was a bit contagious and she realized how cute he really was.

"I can't handle the loud, drunk people when I myself am not loud and drunk." Oli stated once they stepped into the silence of the night.

She laughed, "Me neither."

"So let me guess, your sister brought you here and then left you to go bang Matty?"

Emerson laughed, "No. Well, probably. I haven't seen her in a while now that you mentioned it..."

Oliver laughed shoving his hands in his front pockets, "Well, you're lucky you met me."

"Oh I am?"

"Yes, or you would still be miserable."

"You think?"

Oli nodded, "Oh yeah. Definitely."

The girl laughed and a smile hit his lips as they aimlessly walked down the sidewalk.

"So since I can't ask you questions what am I suppose to say?"

"Now that was actually a good question."

Oli laughed, "I know."

"Well, how about you let me ask you questions?"

Oli immediately shrugged, "I don't really like to talk about myself."

"Why? Bad news?"

He laughed, "Me? No. Hardly. Well depending on who you ask."

"Oh is that so?"

"Yeah, you know. Comes with the territory. Ask the media, I'm an asshole. Ask fans, I'm a saint. Ask groupies, I'm a whore. It's just whoeva you ask."

"Well, why don't I just ask the source?"

Oli chuckled and looked over at her, "I'm not any of those things."

"So you aren't an asshole, saint, or a man whore? Good to know."

"Well, I can be an asshole, but the others no."

Emerson laughed, "Well, I'm none of those either."

"Probably closa to a saint if I had to choose." Oliver stated.

"Oh you think?" She said walking backwards so she could look at him.

He grinned, "Yeah. I'm pretty good at reading people."

"Oh well by all means then, read me Oli."

He laughed, "Not yet. There are still a few things I need to sort out."

"Like?"

"If I can't ask questions neitha can you, love."

The girl chuckled and spun arouund falling back into step with him, "I assume that's only fair."

"Yeah, it is."

She laughed and they continued walking in silence.

"Ok, fine. 5 questions."

Oli chuckled, "Mhm. Knew you wouldn't last. Fine, you go first."

"Last name?"

"Sykes. I aleady know yours Miss Kelly."

She chuckled, "Of course you do. Your turn now."

"Are you in school?"

"Funny story really, no."

"Oh funny, yeah? Does it have anything to do with why you are here visting?" He asked curiously and she smirked, "Is that your 2nd question?"

The boy rolled his eyes, "Yeah, it is."

"Yes, I quit and needed some time from my parents because they are beyond angry at me."

"Why did you quit? Yes, 3rd question." He stated before she did.

"Because, I don't know. I just don't know what I want to do with my life. I mean, my parents want me to go to medical school and I want to spend my time painting. It's a conflict of being book smart and loving art."

"I figured you were smart..."

"Read that, huh?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, I did."

She laughed as it fell silent and he thought over her words, "You should do what makes you happy, Em. Fuck everyone else. They don't have to live with your decisions."

"I know. It's just hard." She mumbled disregarding the shortening of her name that she usually got mad about.

"I know, but if it wasn't for those who told you that you couldn't do anything you wanted you wouldn't want it as badly. Prove them wrong."

She nodded, "Wise words, Sykes."

He laughed, "It happens."

"So you like to just paint?"

"No, I like to paint, sketch."

"You draw?"

She nodded and he smiled, "So do I. I'd love to see your stuff sometime."

"Maybe we can arrange that. What do you draw?"

"Well, funny thing, I actually own a clothing company. That's where most of my imagination goes to. You have to come to the store."

"You have a store?" She asked a bit intriqued now and he laughed, "Yeah."

"Awe."

"Awe?! Did you just say awe?!"

She laughed, "I did."

"Why?! It's not an awe clothing line it's..."

"Manly?" She asked jokingly.

"No, just not awe." He grumbled.

She laughed, "Ok, ok."

He looked over at her as she focused on the road ahead.

"Come see my shop."

"Now?"

"Yeah! You've royally pissed me off now, I feel like I've gotta prove a point!"

The girl giggled and turned around and he quickly followed, "Where are you going?"

"I figured you could drive there instead of us walking."

Oliver laughed, "I could do that."

They quickly walkd back to Matty's and he pointed to a black car parked in front of the house and she didn't waste time getting in simply because she was now cold.

"Hurry up. It's cold." She said rubbng her hands together.

"That's just the yank in you. This is not cold." He said starting the car and quickly turning the heat on for the girl which she thanked him for.

"How far is your store?"

"Not far. Do you always trust strangas?" He asked jokingly of course.

"Nah, just the tattooed covered ones in bands."

Oliver couldn't stop the laughter from leaving his mouth.

"You have a strange way of thinking then!"

She chuckled and looked out the window and he took the time to glance at her. It was odd to him really. Sitting here driving around with a girl he barely knew. He didn't know if it was simply because he was curious about her or because a part of him truly felt lonely. Either way he would get to the bottom of it.