Figment
“After my mother’s comment, I was clear in my mind for the first time since the accident. I had to find out what my dream meant, but I couldn’t depend on Davis to give me the answers. I was going to have to find them on my own.
“Oh, look—Oliver!” My mother waved at someone ahead, waiting at a light. It was Oliver, in shorts, with a soccer ball tucked under one arm. I quickened my pace to reach him before my mother did.
“Hi.” I was breathless.
He smiled in his disarming way. His hair ...was disheveled, stuck to his forehead. “Hi. I haven’t seen you in a while. Sorry I’m so sweaty. Been kicking the ball around with some pals.”
“Yesterday—say something about it,” I hissed through my teeth as my mother approached.
“Er, yesterday was great, Z. I had fun.” He shot me a glance. “Is that all right?” he mouthed.
“Yeah, thanks for going up to Brighton with me!”MoreLess
“Oh, look—Oliver!” My mother waved at someone ahead, waiting at a light. It was Oliver, in shorts, with a soccer ball tucked under one arm. I quickened my pace to reach him before my mother did.
“Hi.” I was breathless.
He smiled in his disarming way. His hair ...was disheveled, stuck to his forehead. “Hi. I haven’t seen you in a while. Sorry I’m so sweaty. Been kicking the ball around with some pals.”
“Yesterday—say something about it,” I hissed through my teeth as my mother approached.
“Er, yesterday was great, Z. I had fun.” He shot me a glance. “Is that all right?” he mouthed.
“Yeah, thanks for going up to Brighton with me!”MoreLess
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