*Oli*

I was walking through the doors leading to the courtyard, a certain kid on my mind. I couldn't get him out of my head, and maybe that's why I'm such a dick to the poor boy. I was just walking on to the open patio when I saw Trek beating the fucking hell out of a kid. I ran over and pulled him off, spinning him around, a wave of anger washing over me when I saw the blood pouring from Austin's nose.
"What the fuck, Oli?" Trek pushed me away from him, a suspicious glare on his face. "Defending the little faggot, are we?" He smirked at me.
"Not at all, Trek. But you shou'd realize that there's cameras fuckin' everywhere out here. Just though' I'd save your sor'y arse." I lied. There weren't any cameras back here, but I was the only one who knew. He scoffed and walked off, glaring at Austin one last time. I turned and helped the boy up, not missing the wary look in his caramel eyes.
"The 'ell are you 'elping me fo'?" His voice came out weird due to his broken nose and I didn't answer him, instead examining his face. Black eye, broken nose, split lip, and even a small cut above his eye. "I don' mean to be a ass, O'i, but you've al'ays be'n a 'rick, why be nice now?" I just shrugged and pulled him up, walking with him to the nurse's office.
"Austin! Oliver, what happened?" Mrs. Dunbar, the school nurse, stood up as I led Austin to the chairs. "Walked out to the pa'io to see Mat' Trek beatin' 'im." I said, watching carefully as she tried to staunch the flow of blood from Austin's nose, which was a surprisingly dark purple now.
"Oli, c'mere. I need someone to keep his head still. Austin, I've gotta set your nose. Try to keep as still as possible." At her words, I moved and carefully held his head between my hands, keeping him looking straight forward.
"1...2...3!" Crick! His nose clicked into place and he jerked a little but I kept him looking forward.
"Mother fucker that hurt." He mumbled, holding his nose. The nurse put a bandage over where it had broken, securing it with a bit of medical tape.
"There." She signed a form and handed it to Austin, writing out an assisting form for me. "I'm guessing you both have the afternoon as a free period, so you can go home or stick around." I nodded and followed Austin to go sign out, not bothering to say a word to him. If I did, I'd probably make some over used comment about how cute he was, how his eyes were the perfect cross between amber gold and dark brown. I signed out and sighed, not really wanting to head home and face the screaming match going on between my parents. Believe me, it isn't a bad situation, I'm just sick of them fighting, and I know Tom is, too. I just sighed again and started the car, heading to my part time job at the local record shop. I reached the store and walked in, going back to where Mr. Franchesci, my friend Josh's dad, kept the guitars and basses. I picked up a black acoustic and messed around with it, singing out little random bits of a song that was slowly coming together in my head.
"Eyes like a car crash, I know I shouldn't look but I can't turn away. Body like a whiplash, salt my wounds but I can't heal the way, I feel about you. I watch you like a hawk, I watch you like I'm gonna tear you limb from limb." I thought again about Austin, the way he could be a right fool sometimes, how he fought whenever someone hurt the ones he loved, how sometimes he would just blend into the background but still be the focus of my attention.
"Will the hunger ever stop?" I sang, asking myself if I would ever let go of my longing for the brown haired boy. The answer to that question, of course, was no. I wrote down the words and the chords I had played, making a note of the tempo and everything. I clocked in when my shift rolled around, and I spent the rest of the afternoon selling CDs, talking about bands and artists that I would recommend to people, and I even sold a few of the basses we had. I was putting a new stock of Bieber CDs (ick) up when the bell over the door rang, last customer of he day considering the store closes in half an hour.
"How can help you?" I asked, putting the last of the CDs on the shelf and heading over to the register.
"I, uh, I need a guitar." An all too familiar voice said, making me look up at the one and only Austin Carlile.
"Follow me." I motioned back to the guitars, gesturing to the display. "Electric or acoustic?" I asked. "Acoustic." He responded. I nodded and led him down the aisle, stopping at a selection of six string acoustics, all a varying shade of amber. He picked up the darkest one, strumming a little tune on it and smiled.
"I'll take it." He smiled at me and something made me smile back. Maybe it was my slight fancy to the boy, or maybe it was just that his smile was so damn adorable that I couldn't help it. Before I led him up to the register, I felt a hand on my hip, spinning me around, a pair of lips moving against my own. I froze for a second before kissing back, and almost too quickly it ended. I resisted the urge to reach up and pull him back down; for all I know he didn't swing my way. I got him checked out and went back to the back, picking up the black guitar once more. I looked over the chords, playing them again and singing the lyrics till I got to where I stopped.
"Can we simply starve this sin? That little kiss you stole, it held my heart and soul. Like a deer in the headlights, I meet my fate. Don't try to fight the storm, you'll tumble overboard. Tides will bring me back to you."

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OLI POV :3