Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
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Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
Oliver "Ozzy" Basilone
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Full Legal Name-
Oliver Zachari Basilone
Nickname/Alias-
Ozzy
Age-
26
Gender-
Male
Sexuality-
Bisexual
Appearance-
6'0, 158.73 lbs
He tends to wear a lot of flashy clothing, as well as showing off his "luxury" brands of clothing and accessories. According to others, his fashion Is "over the top" as they so kindly put it. Due to his sensitive blue eyes, he is more often than not seen wearing shades, even sometimes indoors- they do tend make him look even more of a douche than he already is. He likes to keep his appearance tidy, spending quite a lot of his attention on his looks. He has tattoos that cover everything from his torso, to his neck, all the way to his fingertips. His body is his canvas after-all.
Personality-
From childhood, his parents had taught him "looks mean everything". Controlling how you look meant power, strength, and intelligence. After all, if their enemies saw them in a light they didn't want? It could end in their downfall. One slip up, and they could be perceived as weak or worthless. So Ozzy is admittedly quite vain. He tends to keep up appearances, both mentally and physically, even if he has to force it. He pushes most negative emotions down, not wiling to make himself look weak in front of his peers. Oliver is quite the people pleaser when it comes to getting what he wants. Despite being quite the "bright" personality, he is a bit hostile, and tends to look down on others. He is an anxious person, aware of a whole lot going on around him, though he may not seem it. He has quite the overbearing personality.
Backstory-
Oliver had not grown up an only child, being born outside of the family by a mistress of his father, his mother having had died with no where else Oliver could go- other than the orphanage. So his father reluctantly accepted him in, officially adopting him. His father's wife. unknowing of the "other woman" divorced him, leaving his father resentful of Oliver. He grew up with 2 half-siblings, more often than not being treated like an outsider.
Growing up, he did his best to stand out, to gain more attention from his father. He wanted to feel like he belonged. Him and his older half sister and brother had grown up learning and preparing for his father's "business", who he called the Basilone Family. Oliver saw this as a chance to prove himself. He spent all the time he could following his father along, learning anything he could about the criminal life, even skipping school at times to do so.
During his younger years, he befriended a girl who he thought he could finally connect with! Unlike all his other peers and family, she seemed like the only one who truly cared for him! That was until however, his father had expressed to him, quite sternly, to stay away from her. At first- he didn't understand why. He ignored the warning, not willing to let his one true friend go. When his father found out, he locked him in a shed for a week, before commanding again, to stay. Away. From her. "I brought you here, I could take you right back out" before aiming a barrel of a gun to his head. So he listened. He pretended like she was just another stranger. Along with the threat, his father convinced Oliver that she was never truly a friend, just a phase in his childhood to prevent anymore of his discompliance and brooding. After all, the Mafia only had blood, right?
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Full Legal Name-
Oliver Zachari Basilone
Nickname/Alias-
Ozzy
Age-
26
Gender-
Male
Sexuality-
Bisexual
Appearance-
6'0, 158.73 lbs
He tends to wear a lot of flashy clothing, as well as showing off his "luxury" brands of clothing and accessories. According to others, his fashion Is "over the top" as they so kindly put it. Due to his sensitive blue eyes, he is more often than not seen wearing shades, even sometimes indoors- they do tend make him look even more of a douche than he already is. He likes to keep his appearance tidy, spending quite a lot of his attention on his looks. He has tattoos that cover everything from his torso, to his neck, all the way to his fingertips. His body is his canvas after-all.
Personality-
From childhood, his parents had taught him "looks mean everything". Controlling how you look meant power, strength, and intelligence. After all, if their enemies saw them in a light they didn't want? It could end in their downfall. One slip up, and they could be perceived as weak or worthless. So Ozzy is admittedly quite vain. He tends to keep up appearances, both mentally and physically, even if he has to force it. He pushes most negative emotions down, not wiling to make himself look weak in front of his peers. Oliver is quite the people pleaser when it comes to getting what he wants. Despite being quite the "bright" personality, he is a bit hostile, and tends to look down on others. He is an anxious person, aware of a whole lot going on around him, though he may not seem it. He has quite the overbearing personality.
Backstory-
Oliver had not grown up an only child, being born outside of the family by a mistress of his father, his mother having had died with no where else Oliver could go- other than the orphanage. So his father reluctantly accepted him in, officially adopting him. His father's wife. unknowing of the "other woman" divorced him, leaving his father resentful of Oliver. He grew up with 2 half-siblings, more often than not being treated like an outsider.
Growing up, he did his best to stand out, to gain more attention from his father. He wanted to feel like he belonged. Him and his older half sister and brother had grown up learning and preparing for his father's "business", who he called the Basilone Family. Oliver saw this as a chance to prove himself. He spent all the time he could following his father along, learning anything he could about the criminal life, even skipping school at times to do so.
During his younger years, he befriended a girl who he thought he could finally connect with! Unlike all his other peers and family, she seemed like the only one who truly cared for him! That was until however, his father had expressed to him, quite sternly, to stay away from her. At first- he didn't understand why. He ignored the warning, not willing to let his one true friend go. When his father found out, he locked him in a shed for a week, before commanding again, to stay. Away. From her. "I brought you here, I could take you right back out" before aiming a barrel of a gun to his head. So he listened. He pretended like she was just another stranger. Along with the threat, his father convinced Oliver that she was never truly a friend, just a phase in his childhood to prevent anymore of his discompliance and brooding. After all, the Mafia only had blood, right?
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FLASHBACK
12 years ago
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He swallowed spit, picking up and flipping open his phone. However, If he didn't... he didn't want to feel the full wrath of his dear old dad. After all... blood was everything. He dialed up his contact, 'Cleanup CN', Cleanup Coverup Name- the name he used instead of his only friend's actual name. If his father knew he still had her contact these last few days... Oliver shook his head, quickly leaving a hurried voicemail to the other end, "Hey... meet me at San Antonio park, gotta tell you somethin' kay?" He then made a clicking noise, before hanging up.
Closing and shoving the phone in his back-pocket, he sighed. It was better to get his over with now...
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Arriving at San Antonio park, he waved away his father's driver, a jovial smile on his face. As he eyed the black vehicle speeding away, his hand dropped, as well as his smile. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he scuffed his shoe on the ground as he made his way to the swing-set. Not many people came to San Antonio park, not ever since a newer, better one was just a few streets away. But still, he felt better here. Not so many scalding eyes watching his every move.
Sitting down, he wrapped his arms around the metal chains, his foot pushing against the sand, lightly swaying. If there was a breeze, he was sure it would be a perfect day for a picnic. As it were, the air was still. As well as everything else. Still. Quiet. Waiting. Maybe the universe knew. Maybe it knew, today was the day, where his true spark had ended.
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pandxlce
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Victoria "Winter" Florentino
Full Legal Name: Victoria Estrella Florentino
Nicknames: Vic or Tori
Alias: Winter Bardales
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Ethnicity: Latina - Lineage from deep roots in Havana, Cuba
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Appearance
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 140ish (It fluctuates)
Body Structure: On the skinnier side but curvy
Piercings/Tattoos: Two lobe piercings, a helix piercing on her left ear. Small red and black heart tattoo on her right wrist, a stick and poke of a smiley/not smiley face on the inside of her left hand middle finger, a constellation tattoo on her collarbone and a snake tattoo on her chest.
Scars: Has one scar that runs down from her hip to her left thigh
Fashion: Victoria doesn't have a set aesthetic when it comes to her clothing. She wears just about anything and everything, usually something that just feels right in the moment or appropriate for the occasion. Growing up with brothers though did leave her dressing as a tomboy a lot in her teenage years, the typical baggy pants, Jordan's and baggy tee or hoodie. Ever since she's come out of her shell, however, she does dress a little more feminine than she used to. Clothes have become a pick part of her interests, however, to the point that she has taken on a job as a stylist for a popular local boutique. Though she loves a good luxury item, she loves supporting smaller businesses as much as she can, because she loves the artistic mind behind all of the owners and wearing the different styles. Being the Latina that she is, you will never catch her wearing any non-gold jewelry, and you will never see her without the gold ring her mother gave her when she was younger.
Personality
Victoria is a very blunt person and takes no shit from anyone (You can blame that on growing up with brothers). She's short-tempered, stubborn and has the smartest mouth out of her entire family. She constantly speaks her mind, even when she shouldn't, and keeps a mask up that many consider bitchy. Deep down, Victoria has a soft heart and genuinely cares about others, even if she struggles showing it. She was always taught that hesitation was a weakness, causing her to become the outspoken girl she is now. However, anxiety is her best friend and she's constantly overthinking everything she says and does. It truly does get exhausting but Papa always said "No les muestres tu lado bueno"- Never show them your good side.
Loves: She loves cars. From working on them to racing them, they have been her one vice in life. Hence the GT-R she owns that she built and modded on her own. (That’s her baby. Anything happens to that, she would go on a rampage). She also loves fashion. She keeps up with the latest trends and has a taste of her own in clothing, which has always been something she’s loved. If she was designing her own clothes, she was creating pinterest boards for friends on what she thought suited them. This is how she ended up with the job she has now. She loves the color red, Halloween is her favorite holiday, and coffee is a literal addiction for her (It always has to be iced).
Dislikes: She hates being told what to do. No one, and I mean no one, has been able to get her to bend to their will and do their bidding. Along with this, she hates silence. She always has to have something playing in the background. The silence drives her anxiety down a rabbit hole she greatly struggles getting out of. She also hates people that think they can use people however they feel just because of their status. Oh and vegetables. She hates vegetables.
Background
Princessa was her name and being the "favored" child was her game. She never asked to be treated differently from her brothers, but for whatever reason, Alonzo "Santos" Florentino would always have a soft spot for his only daughter. To the point where his love soon became overbearing and controlling. Victoria could never do anything without the judgement of her father and her brother, Theo, the middle child. From what she wore to how she spent her free time, they always had something to say. Most importantly, they always kept an eye on the friends she made. Because of them, having genuine friends was hard. People already feared being friends with someone involved in the Mafia, throw the Florentino last name on top of it and they went running.
Much like her father, cars became her escape. She could always be found fixing, tuning and racing them. This scene was the only area she truly felt free in and she thanked god every day she had someone she could share this interest with. (Mutual friend)
There was one person though, from back in her younger years, that always came to mind during the randomest times. The only person she ever considered her true friend. He listened, held her during her breakdowns, and helped her escape from reality whenever she needed. He brought a sense of comfort that people in this world always sought, unfortunate that nothing good ever lasts. When he disappeared from her life rather abruptly, Victoria vowed to never let anyone get that close again. The anger that eventually turned into hurt was too much to bear. "No lo nescesitas"- You don't need him. That's what Papa always said about him. "Esa famila no es buena!"- That family isn't good. Victoria would never truly understand.
"In this world, everyone is your enemy. Even su famila. You can only trust yourself." Such wise words from Alonzo. Victoria didn't need anyone.
Full Legal Name: Victoria Estrella Florentino
Nicknames: Vic or Tori
Alias: Winter Bardales
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Ethnicity: Latina - Lineage from deep roots in Havana, Cuba
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Appearance
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 140ish (It fluctuates)
Body Structure: On the skinnier side but curvy
Piercings/Tattoos: Two lobe piercings, a helix piercing on her left ear. Small red and black heart tattoo on her right wrist, a stick and poke of a smiley/not smiley face on the inside of her left hand middle finger, a constellation tattoo on her collarbone and a snake tattoo on her chest.
Scars: Has one scar that runs down from her hip to her left thigh
Fashion: Victoria doesn't have a set aesthetic when it comes to her clothing. She wears just about anything and everything, usually something that just feels right in the moment or appropriate for the occasion. Growing up with brothers though did leave her dressing as a tomboy a lot in her teenage years, the typical baggy pants, Jordan's and baggy tee or hoodie. Ever since she's come out of her shell, however, she does dress a little more feminine than she used to. Clothes have become a pick part of her interests, however, to the point that she has taken on a job as a stylist for a popular local boutique. Though she loves a good luxury item, she loves supporting smaller businesses as much as she can, because she loves the artistic mind behind all of the owners and wearing the different styles. Being the Latina that she is, you will never catch her wearing any non-gold jewelry, and you will never see her without the gold ring her mother gave her when she was younger.
Personality
Victoria is a very blunt person and takes no shit from anyone (You can blame that on growing up with brothers). She's short-tempered, stubborn and has the smartest mouth out of her entire family. She constantly speaks her mind, even when she shouldn't, and keeps a mask up that many consider bitchy. Deep down, Victoria has a soft heart and genuinely cares about others, even if she struggles showing it. She was always taught that hesitation was a weakness, causing her to become the outspoken girl she is now. However, anxiety is her best friend and she's constantly overthinking everything she says and does. It truly does get exhausting but Papa always said "No les muestres tu lado bueno"- Never show them your good side.
Loves: She loves cars. From working on them to racing them, they have been her one vice in life. Hence the GT-R she owns that she built and modded on her own. (That’s her baby. Anything happens to that, she would go on a rampage). She also loves fashion. She keeps up with the latest trends and has a taste of her own in clothing, which has always been something she’s loved. If she was designing her own clothes, she was creating pinterest boards for friends on what she thought suited them. This is how she ended up with the job she has now. She loves the color red, Halloween is her favorite holiday, and coffee is a literal addiction for her (It always has to be iced).
Dislikes: She hates being told what to do. No one, and I mean no one, has been able to get her to bend to their will and do their bidding. Along with this, she hates silence. She always has to have something playing in the background. The silence drives her anxiety down a rabbit hole she greatly struggles getting out of. She also hates people that think they can use people however they feel just because of their status. Oh and vegetables. She hates vegetables.
Background
Princessa was her name and being the "favored" child was her game. She never asked to be treated differently from her brothers, but for whatever reason, Alonzo "Santos" Florentino would always have a soft spot for his only daughter. To the point where his love soon became overbearing and controlling. Victoria could never do anything without the judgement of her father and her brother, Theo, the middle child. From what she wore to how she spent her free time, they always had something to say. Most importantly, they always kept an eye on the friends she made. Because of them, having genuine friends was hard. People already feared being friends with someone involved in the Mafia, throw the Florentino last name on top of it and they went running.
Much like her father, cars became her escape. She could always be found fixing, tuning and racing them. This scene was the only area she truly felt free in and she thanked god every day she had someone she could share this interest with. (Mutual friend)
There was one person though, from back in her younger years, that always came to mind during the randomest times. The only person she ever considered her true friend. He listened, held her during her breakdowns, and helped her escape from reality whenever she needed. He brought a sense of comfort that people in this world always sought, unfortunate that nothing good ever lasts. When he disappeared from her life rather abruptly, Victoria vowed to never let anyone get that close again. The anger that eventually turned into hurt was too much to bear. "No lo nescesitas"- You don't need him. That's what Papa always said about him. "Esa famila no es buena!"- That family isn't good. Victoria would never truly understand.
"In this world, everyone is your enemy. Even su famila. You can only trust yourself." Such wise words from Alonzo. Victoria didn't need anyone.
Staring at the now soapy paint, Victoria began to fall down the rabbit hole known as her anxiety. She was professionally diagnosed but she knew damn well she had it. The scabbed cuticles around her nails bed was one sign. The constant phasing out, in her head and thinking of every worst possible outcome that would happen, they all point to it. She was so consumed in her own world of worry that she missed the call from Oliver, her only friend in this cruel world.
When she finally came out of her daze, she one, felt exhausted, but two saw the flashing red light on her pink Motorola Razor that let her know someone left a voicemail. She quickly grabbed it, forgetting all about the paint as she listened to it, hearing how quick Oliver was in the voicemail. She didn’t like the tone of voice or how quick he said it. It caused her stomach to slowly start turning into knots as she tried to get a grip once more. Letting out a deep breath, she grabbed her things before she called her driver and had him take him to San Antonio Park.
It was her favorite park. The only place she could let herself go and be free. The only place she enjoyed good and real company— Oliver. She went there when she needed to escape the clutches of her father, even without anyone, because it brought her a sense of comfort and relaxation. Little did she know that was going to never be the case again.
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Arriving at San Antonio Park, she thanked her driver and told him she would call back when she was ready. Papa never liked Sebastian leaving her alone but he trusted la niña enough to be on her own. He knew she needed it and never questioned what she was doing. She had a sharp head on her shoulders is what he always told Theo.
Slowly walking up to the swings, Victoria began picking at her cuticles, biting the inside of her cheek as that sinking feeling she had in her room continued gnawing at her. When she walked up to Oliver, her Mary Janes crunched the sand beneath them, drawing Oliver’s attention as she tried to let out a genuine smile before she reached up and cupped his face, squeezing his cheeks as she let out a giggle.
“What’s up, Ollie?” That was her nickname for him and she was the only one to ever dare call him that. “What’s wrong? Everything okay? You didn’t sound okay.” Now, worry was in her features. Her eyebrows bunched up together as she continued to hold his face, making him look at her.
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Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
Despite trying to prevent it, Oliver could feel his eyes glazing over with tears, the calm, detached way he was going to break it to her gone the moment her warm palms touched his skin. His eyes tore away from her. Instead, focusing his attention on the rusty playground behind her. A memory flashed through his mind then. Oliver calling her name, laying atop the monkey bars while he taunted that she couldn't reach him. Another memory, Oliver biting into a creamsicle, pretending like he got it only for himself, before producing another, pressing the frozen treat against her cheek and laughing, the chilling sensation no doubt unpleasant.
With a blink, the memories were gone. In its place, a hollow, abandoned playground stood, with a worried Victoria holding onto him. In his heart, he wanted to believe this was enough. Just a simple touch from her, could make this all go away. They could forever stay in each other's arms, positive that everything bad would fix themselves, as long as they were together.
Oliver placed his chilled, clammy palms upon the ones on his cheeks, leaning into them. A devastated expression broke across his face as he stared at Victoria, trying to memorize every last feature, every eyelash on her face. His bottom lip trembled, before a pained smile took over. He gently plucked her hands away, before standing up. He took, one, two, three steps away, his back facing her. Oliver's cerulean eyes analyzing the ground, a pebble suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the world.
".... Victory." She was always his victory. Her friendship, the one triumph in his life. "Vicci. You were always my one victory." A humorless laugh. He bit his trembling lip, a deep breath, then he turned to face her, a strained smile on his face. He knew. He knew he was going to regret this. But... Oliver couldn't think of another way. In order to sever this... He would rather have her hate- no despise- him forever, than think he abandoned her. That he gave up on her.
The black haired boy cocked his head to the side, hiding his shaking hands into his pockets. "... Did you really think you were anything more to me than a win? Than an achievement? I can't believe I actually got you to think that we were friends!" he laughed, the sound sounding hollow to his ears. "After all...." He gulped. "... I'm a Basilone. Nothing matters more... than getting ahead." His eyes lost sight, everything around him becoming blurry.
He turned his back to her again, tears falling down his cheeks, biting his lip to hold in a silent sob. "... I.. I figured it was about time I told ya'.. haa.." ...He couldn't face her.
With a blink, the memories were gone. In its place, a hollow, abandoned playground stood, with a worried Victoria holding onto him. In his heart, he wanted to believe this was enough. Just a simple touch from her, could make this all go away. They could forever stay in each other's arms, positive that everything bad would fix themselves, as long as they were together.
Oliver placed his chilled, clammy palms upon the ones on his cheeks, leaning into them. A devastated expression broke across his face as he stared at Victoria, trying to memorize every last feature, every eyelash on her face. His bottom lip trembled, before a pained smile took over. He gently plucked her hands away, before standing up. He took, one, two, three steps away, his back facing her. Oliver's cerulean eyes analyzing the ground, a pebble suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the world.
".... Victory." She was always his victory. Her friendship, the one triumph in his life. "Vicci. You were always my one victory." A humorless laugh. He bit his trembling lip, a deep breath, then he turned to face her, a strained smile on his face. He knew. He knew he was going to regret this. But... Oliver couldn't think of another way. In order to sever this... He would rather have her hate- no despise- him forever, than think he abandoned her. That he gave up on her.
The black haired boy cocked his head to the side, hiding his shaking hands into his pockets. "... Did you really think you were anything more to me than a win? Than an achievement? I can't believe I actually got you to think that we were friends!" he laughed, the sound sounding hollow to his ears. "After all...." He gulped. "... I'm a Basilone. Nothing matters more... than getting ahead." His eyes lost sight, everything around him becoming blurry.
He turned his back to her again, tears falling down his cheeks, biting his lip to hold in a silent sob. "... I.. I figured it was about time I told ya'.. haa.." ...He couldn't face her.
pandxlce
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The silence from Oliver wasn’t helping Victoria’s anxiety whatsoever. If anything, it was making her fall deeper and deeper into the dark abyss she considered her brain, and the only thing grounding her were her hands resting on Oliver’s face. The warmth in his cheeks keeping her very present in the now, on him and his distressed features. She never took her eyes off of him once. Every hesitation, every thought, the glaze that started showing up in his eyes, she noticed it all and it made her stomach drop.
What’s going on? What’s he going to say? Why does this feel like I’m breaking?
“Ollie?” She whispered very weakly, trying to break the silence but the lack of response was worse than anything he could’ve said. It was him holding her hands, leaning in to them that made her heart flutter. Oliver was her best friend. He was her rock, her comfort, her moon and her stars. All the memories they made here were everything to her. But for her, the memories of him holding her came to the forefront. Like she was doing now to him, he did many times to her. The feeling of his palms on her cheeks always brought her comfort. It calmed her but along with that came the memory of them just last week, when she ran away from home because Theo burned her favorite shirt right before her eyes. It wasn’t hers, it was Oliver’s, but it became her sleeping shirt the minute he gave it to her. When Oliver found her that day, it was here, in the same park, sitting at the bench as the rain hit her back. All she saw as she cried was Oliver’s head in her lap, his beautiful cerulean eyes looking up at her with concern as she struggled to catch a breath.
Everything good revolved around Oliver.
That’s why hearing what he said after he distanced himself wrecked her. She stood there, dumbfounded, staring at his back as the ground began to suddenly feel hot. The playground was starting to warp, all the metal pipes suddenly bending. Oliver soon became blurry, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stayed silent, letting him say whatever it was he wanted.
He doesn’t mean it. Victoria, he doesn’t mean it! He-he couldn’t. We were- We’re friends!
Victoria was stuck in her abyss, her inner voice becoming louder and louder as the seconds passed. That comforting world. That one ray of sunshine was crumbling before her eyes. She couldn’t stop her knees from giving out as she collapsed to the ground, staring at the sand on the floor as it slowly began to turn red. She scrapped her knee. She must have but how could she not feel it? You’re going to be alone again. We’re going to be alone!! We can’t do that again. We can’t. Please.
“W… what?” Victoria finally said as she looked up at Oliver, his back anyway, as she gripped her skirt tight in her hands. “You don’t mean that. Tell me you don’t mean that, Oliver!” She yelled this time. “After everything we’ve been through? You’re going to really stand there and tell me it was just a game?!! I was just an easy victory for you?! Y…you broke my walls down, Oliver. You were the only person I trusted and now you’re telling me it was all fake?” Now she felt the pain in her knees. But nothing compared to what she was feeling in her heart. “You don’t mean it.”
Stop being in denial. He meant it. You know he did. He- he’s leaving. He’s leaving us. We were always meant to be alone. No one would ever stick around. Remember what Papa said? We only have ourselves. You only have you, Victoria.
What’s going on? What’s he going to say? Why does this feel like I’m breaking?
“Ollie?” She whispered very weakly, trying to break the silence but the lack of response was worse than anything he could’ve said. It was him holding her hands, leaning in to them that made her heart flutter. Oliver was her best friend. He was her rock, her comfort, her moon and her stars. All the memories they made here were everything to her. But for her, the memories of him holding her came to the forefront. Like she was doing now to him, he did many times to her. The feeling of his palms on her cheeks always brought her comfort. It calmed her but along with that came the memory of them just last week, when she ran away from home because Theo burned her favorite shirt right before her eyes. It wasn’t hers, it was Oliver’s, but it became her sleeping shirt the minute he gave it to her. When Oliver found her that day, it was here, in the same park, sitting at the bench as the rain hit her back. All she saw as she cried was Oliver’s head in her lap, his beautiful cerulean eyes looking up at her with concern as she struggled to catch a breath.
Everything good revolved around Oliver.
That’s why hearing what he said after he distanced himself wrecked her. She stood there, dumbfounded, staring at his back as the ground began to suddenly feel hot. The playground was starting to warp, all the metal pipes suddenly bending. Oliver soon became blurry, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stayed silent, letting him say whatever it was he wanted.
He doesn’t mean it. Victoria, he doesn’t mean it! He-he couldn’t. We were- We’re friends!
Victoria was stuck in her abyss, her inner voice becoming louder and louder as the seconds passed. That comforting world. That one ray of sunshine was crumbling before her eyes. She couldn’t stop her knees from giving out as she collapsed to the ground, staring at the sand on the floor as it slowly began to turn red. She scrapped her knee. She must have but how could she not feel it? You’re going to be alone again. We’re going to be alone!! We can’t do that again. We can’t. Please.
“W… what?” Victoria finally said as she looked up at Oliver, his back anyway, as she gripped her skirt tight in her hands. “You don’t mean that. Tell me you don’t mean that, Oliver!” She yelled this time. “After everything we’ve been through? You’re going to really stand there and tell me it was just a game?!! I was just an easy victory for you?! Y…you broke my walls down, Oliver. You were the only person I trusted and now you’re telling me it was all fake?” Now she felt the pain in her knees. But nothing compared to what she was feeling in her heart. “You don’t mean it.”
Stop being in denial. He meant it. You know he did. He- he’s leaving. He’s leaving us. We were always meant to be alone. No one would ever stick around. Remember what Papa said? We only have ourselves. You only have you, Victoria.
Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
He couldn't. Oliver could not turn back. If he did... he was positive his resolve would break. He was sure he would run to her, wrap Victoria in his arms, and sob for forgiveness until the sky became pitch black. He was sure he would cradle her in his arms, beg that they leave this place, leave everything behind. No... he couldn't do that to her. Have her leave behind everything she knew just for another second in one another's arms? He couldn't push his selfish desires onto her like that...
Oliver winced as she yelled at him, his fists tightening by his sides. Just a few more moments. In just a few more moments it will all be over... Jaw tense, he wiped the tears off his cheeks and turned to face her once again. His eyes widened in shock as he took in blood coating the ground underneath her. "Are you-" He paused, biting his lip. He couldn't... as much as he wanted to care for her right now, he shouldn't. He had to make Victoria believe... he didn't care.
Clenching his fist, he straightened himself. "... I guess I'm a good actor, huh?" He walked forward, steps slow, before he planted his feet right in front of her. He squatted, hooking his finger under Victoria's chin to tilt her face up to hold his eyes. A smile was on his face. A smile of pity. In a soft voice, he spoke, leaving no room for question. "You were nothing more to me.. than a trophy, Victoria." His eyes quickly filled with tears, before he quickly got up, leaving her sitting on the sand.
With shaky hands, he texted his father's driver to come pick him up, immediately. A chant repeated in his head, 'Don'tlookbackdon'tlookbackdon'tlookback' Before he broke. Oliver's chin titled over his shoulder, eyeing Victoria's disheveled state for one. Last. Time. Her figure became blurry as the salty tears in his eyes overflowed, dripping down his chin. He faced forward once again, the car arriving in front of him, faster than he expected.
In a low enough voice he was sure she couldn't hear, he whispered. "...I'm sorry." Before he opened the passenger door, and clicked it shut behind him. The black vehicle sped away, leaving his light behind.
Oliver winced as she yelled at him, his fists tightening by his sides. Just a few more moments. In just a few more moments it will all be over... Jaw tense, he wiped the tears off his cheeks and turned to face her once again. His eyes widened in shock as he took in blood coating the ground underneath her. "Are you-" He paused, biting his lip. He couldn't... as much as he wanted to care for her right now, he shouldn't. He had to make Victoria believe... he didn't care.
Clenching his fist, he straightened himself. "... I guess I'm a good actor, huh?" He walked forward, steps slow, before he planted his feet right in front of her. He squatted, hooking his finger under Victoria's chin to tilt her face up to hold his eyes. A smile was on his face. A smile of pity. In a soft voice, he spoke, leaving no room for question. "You were nothing more to me.. than a trophy, Victoria." His eyes quickly filled with tears, before he quickly got up, leaving her sitting on the sand.
With shaky hands, he texted his father's driver to come pick him up, immediately. A chant repeated in his head, 'Don'tlookbackdon'tlookbackdon'tlookback' Before he broke. Oliver's chin titled over his shoulder, eyeing Victoria's disheveled state for one. Last. Time. Her figure became blurry as the salty tears in his eyes overflowed, dripping down his chin. He faced forward once again, the car arriving in front of him, faster than he expected.
In a low enough voice he was sure she couldn't hear, he whispered. "...I'm sorry." Before he opened the passenger door, and clicked it shut behind him. The black vehicle sped away, leaving his light behind.
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"You were nothing more to me than a trophy, Victoria." Her small body suddenly felt so heavy. The sound of his shoes crunching against the sound becoming so faint, so distant in her head that she didn't even know where she was anymore. Her chest was so tight she could swear she couldn't breathe, and maybe she couldn't. It felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest, like her entire life just up and went. So weak. You're so weak, Victoria.
Letting herself collapse to the ground, Victoria hugged her knees close up against her chest, the blood on them no longer a bright red but a deep brown. In her paralyzed state, she watched as her sun got into the black car, speeding away as fast it possibly could. She laid there, still, hurting, non-breathing until the pain finally washed over her. With one single breath, she inhaled, letting out the loudest sob possible before screaming. She knew no one would hear. She was alone.
She was alone.
The crying was too much. She couldn't possibly find it in her to grab her phone and call Sebastian back to pick her up. She was only 14-years-old and yet, she felt like her life was over. Like Oliver took all the meaning she could find in this cruel world and crushed it, taking the scraps with him. I'm alone. He really left. I.... I'm all alone.
Blinking, Victoria came out of her daze, her black and white Nike Panda's coming into view, her body still resting against the side of her black GT-R as her body was hunched over slightly, her arms still crossed over her chest. Shaking her head, she looked up at the gas pump, letting out a deep sigh as she grabbed the nozzle, taking it out of her gas cap, putting it back where it belonged. Pausing, she thought about that horrible day once more, her small body crumpled on the ground even as it started raining. That lifeless look in her eyes she saw for days after it all happened.
"Winter!" A voice called out, causing her to look over in the direction it came from with a glazed expression. She hadn't thought about that asshole or that day in years, so why was it so present in the forefront of her mind today? "Winter?"
There was that voice again. Shortly after, the only thing she saw was a tall ginger-haired man with deep blue eyes hunched over, looking at her with such a worried expression, her eyebrows creased together. Who is that? She asked herself, not fully present in the now, those stupid blue eyes making her only think about those beautiful cerulean ones she had grown to love. Ollie? Her inner voice asked herself but hands now rested on her shoulders as that man stayed in front of her. "Winter, come back to me."
Like a bucket of cold water was thrown on her, Victoria took a deep breath as she blinked one, two, three times, finally registering who the ginger in front of her was. It was so annoying how much her heart ached at the realization that it was, in fact, not Oliver. Scream him anyways, Vic. Why the hell are you thinking about him so much anyway? He left you, remember?
"Hm? Were you saying something?" She asked Cody, the only person in this world she could semi considered a friend. More like an acquaintance. After Oliver, she hated using that word. No one would ever stick around, so she never opened up enough to actually have any friends.
"I wasn't but you were doing that thing where you phase out again. You sure you're good? That's been happening a lot more recently." He replied back to her, that worried expression still on his face. Before he could say anything more, her hand was pushing his face away from her, maneuvering her body so she could get back inside her car. "Shut up and get in the car. Where did you say we were meeting your "secret" friend, again?"
As both of them got back in the car, Victoria was only present enough to actually hear her friend's response, noting mentally that they were headed to a club downtown that she wasn't really fond of. Not like you have a choice. If this "friend" of Cody's can actually help you, then we just need to suck it up. It's not like that bar is mafia affiliated anymore. It got busted years ago and now just operates as a regular downtown club. Relax.
"You're positive this guy can help? You know it's my life that's sorta at stake, right?" She asked Cody as she buckled herself into her bucket seats, starting the car as she moved the gear shift side to side, letting the car warm up slightly before she put her left food on the clutch, the right one on the break as she shifted into first gear.
"Yep. He's got lots of friends in low places. Swear on my life he's a good guy though. Told him I was bringing you to see if he could help. He said we would have to discuss what it is you're running from exactly before he can make any promises but at least he agreed to hear ya out."
That was true. Not many people would even give someone the time of day but this friend of Cody's was probably doing it more so for Cody than her considering he knew nothing about her. Victoria Florentino was dead. The driver of the GT-R in the moment was Winter Bardales, an underground street racer and fashion connoisseur. No one knew about her family background and she sure as hell would make sure they never did. Victoria Florentino was a weak little girl who knew nothing about how the world truly treats people, especially those in the mafia. She was so naïve, so trusting and caring and it made her current self sick. That little girl, curled up into a ball on the sand in San Antonio Park was no one. The "perfect" daughter to Santos Florentino was no more. She ran away, leaving that life behind and making something new for herself. No one could take her back to that world. No one. Not even her father who was working so diligently to get her back. He would never find her here, in this city where she grew up. This was the last place he would look because who would ever dare to come back to a place filled with such disgust?
"I just hope he can actually help." Victoria sighed, now in fourth gear as they soared on the highway, approaching downtown quicker than anticipated. Making her way through the god awful traffic, and all eyes on her car from the line outside the club, she was able to park her car in a "VIP" spot which calmed her anxiety. She would hate for anything to happen to it. That was her literal baby. Shutting the doors and locking it, she blinked when she felt Cody's hand wrap around her wrist. "C'mon. They're all waiting." He told her as they walked inside, skipping the line and going straight in, walking past the bodies on the dance floor and to the back where she assumed private rooms existed.
"They? You said it would just be Mr. Mystery?" She stated, annoyed at the thought of having to meet more people. "He will be there, but so will some other friends of mine. They're all really cool, swear. We all go way back. You're safe here, Winter." Victoria hadn't noticed that they were now standing in front of a door, Cody looking back at her with a huge grin on his face. His Golden Retriever energy was always too much for her. Am I really safe here? The faintest feeling of hope fluttered through her as she thought about the possibility of finally feeling safe, but when the door opened and she walked in with Cody's arm around her shoulder, she was frozen in place. While Cody was cheerful, happily greeting everyone, Victoria's eyes settled on such beautiful cerulean eyes, slightly hidden by some sunglasses. Oh fuck no. She thought to herself. "Winter, meet the boys. Boys, this is Winter. That street racer I meet down in San Fran who actually smoked the shit out of me."
Oh my fucking god.
Letting herself collapse to the ground, Victoria hugged her knees close up against her chest, the blood on them no longer a bright red but a deep brown. In her paralyzed state, she watched as her sun got into the black car, speeding away as fast it possibly could. She laid there, still, hurting, non-breathing until the pain finally washed over her. With one single breath, she inhaled, letting out the loudest sob possible before screaming. She knew no one would hear. She was alone.
She was alone.
The crying was too much. She couldn't possibly find it in her to grab her phone and call Sebastian back to pick her up. She was only 14-years-old and yet, she felt like her life was over. Like Oliver took all the meaning she could find in this cruel world and crushed it, taking the scraps with him. I'm alone. He really left. I.... I'm all alone.
Present Day
Snap!Blinking, Victoria came out of her daze, her black and white Nike Panda's coming into view, her body still resting against the side of her black GT-R as her body was hunched over slightly, her arms still crossed over her chest. Shaking her head, she looked up at the gas pump, letting out a deep sigh as she grabbed the nozzle, taking it out of her gas cap, putting it back where it belonged. Pausing, she thought about that horrible day once more, her small body crumpled on the ground even as it started raining. That lifeless look in her eyes she saw for days after it all happened.
"Winter!" A voice called out, causing her to look over in the direction it came from with a glazed expression. She hadn't thought about that asshole or that day in years, so why was it so present in the forefront of her mind today? "Winter?"
There was that voice again. Shortly after, the only thing she saw was a tall ginger-haired man with deep blue eyes hunched over, looking at her with such a worried expression, her eyebrows creased together. Who is that? She asked herself, not fully present in the now, those stupid blue eyes making her only think about those beautiful cerulean ones she had grown to love. Ollie? Her inner voice asked herself but hands now rested on her shoulders as that man stayed in front of her. "Winter, come back to me."
Like a bucket of cold water was thrown on her, Victoria took a deep breath as she blinked one, two, three times, finally registering who the ginger in front of her was. It was so annoying how much her heart ached at the realization that it was, in fact, not Oliver. Scream him anyways, Vic. Why the hell are you thinking about him so much anyway? He left you, remember?
"Hm? Were you saying something?" She asked Cody, the only person in this world she could semi considered a friend. More like an acquaintance. After Oliver, she hated using that word. No one would ever stick around, so she never opened up enough to actually have any friends.
"I wasn't but you were doing that thing where you phase out again. You sure you're good? That's been happening a lot more recently." He replied back to her, that worried expression still on his face. Before he could say anything more, her hand was pushing his face away from her, maneuvering her body so she could get back inside her car. "Shut up and get in the car. Where did you say we were meeting your "secret" friend, again?"
As both of them got back in the car, Victoria was only present enough to actually hear her friend's response, noting mentally that they were headed to a club downtown that she wasn't really fond of. Not like you have a choice. If this "friend" of Cody's can actually help you, then we just need to suck it up. It's not like that bar is mafia affiliated anymore. It got busted years ago and now just operates as a regular downtown club. Relax.
"You're positive this guy can help? You know it's my life that's sorta at stake, right?" She asked Cody as she buckled herself into her bucket seats, starting the car as she moved the gear shift side to side, letting the car warm up slightly before she put her left food on the clutch, the right one on the break as she shifted into first gear.
"Yep. He's got lots of friends in low places. Swear on my life he's a good guy though. Told him I was bringing you to see if he could help. He said we would have to discuss what it is you're running from exactly before he can make any promises but at least he agreed to hear ya out."
That was true. Not many people would even give someone the time of day but this friend of Cody's was probably doing it more so for Cody than her considering he knew nothing about her. Victoria Florentino was dead. The driver of the GT-R in the moment was Winter Bardales, an underground street racer and fashion connoisseur. No one knew about her family background and she sure as hell would make sure they never did. Victoria Florentino was a weak little girl who knew nothing about how the world truly treats people, especially those in the mafia. She was so naïve, so trusting and caring and it made her current self sick. That little girl, curled up into a ball on the sand in San Antonio Park was no one. The "perfect" daughter to Santos Florentino was no more. She ran away, leaving that life behind and making something new for herself. No one could take her back to that world. No one. Not even her father who was working so diligently to get her back. He would never find her here, in this city where she grew up. This was the last place he would look because who would ever dare to come back to a place filled with such disgust?
"I just hope he can actually help." Victoria sighed, now in fourth gear as they soared on the highway, approaching downtown quicker than anticipated. Making her way through the god awful traffic, and all eyes on her car from the line outside the club, she was able to park her car in a "VIP" spot which calmed her anxiety. She would hate for anything to happen to it. That was her literal baby. Shutting the doors and locking it, she blinked when she felt Cody's hand wrap around her wrist. "C'mon. They're all waiting." He told her as they walked inside, skipping the line and going straight in, walking past the bodies on the dance floor and to the back where she assumed private rooms existed.
"They? You said it would just be Mr. Mystery?" She stated, annoyed at the thought of having to meet more people. "He will be there, but so will some other friends of mine. They're all really cool, swear. We all go way back. You're safe here, Winter." Victoria hadn't noticed that they were now standing in front of a door, Cody looking back at her with a huge grin on his face. His Golden Retriever energy was always too much for her. Am I really safe here? The faintest feeling of hope fluttered through her as she thought about the possibility of finally feeling safe, but when the door opened and she walked in with Cody's arm around her shoulder, she was frozen in place. While Cody was cheerful, happily greeting everyone, Victoria's eyes settled on such beautiful cerulean eyes, slightly hidden by some sunglasses. Oh fuck no. She thought to herself. "Winter, meet the boys. Boys, this is Winter. That street racer I meet down in San Fran who actually smoked the shit out of me."
Oh my fucking god.
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Oliver sighed, checking his phone for the umpteenth time. Alright, he had two hours. He checked that his hair was perfect in his car mirror, smoothing a hand over his gelled locks. Not a strand out of place. Cody told him that someone he knew was seeking safety. It wasn't the first time he had spoken of her, so he was quite curious a to who this woman was. If Cody was lucky, maybe Ozzie would be his wingman. He smirked to himself.
Opening his phone, he checked up with the others to see if they were already here. Most were, except of course Cody and his mystery woman. He sighed to himself once again, carefully laying his head back against the headrest. In all honesty, he had barely gotten a wink of sleep last night. Things were picking up with the Basilone family, his brother had gone MIA and his sister overseas on a some kind of bargaining deal his father refused to speak of further with him, no matter how much he pried. That left Oliver with all of the business his father hadn't wanted to deal with himself in their homeland.
He looked wistfully out of his tinted window, gazing at the barely peeking sun. He had been stuck in this place his whole life. Oliver barely thought there were any other places that actually existed other than here anymore. He was quite jealous of his sister, Alessandra. She actually got to see the world- albeit mainly for the business, but nevertheless- was infinitely more free than Oliver. He thought that his father finally recognizing him was all he wanted in life, but now that he had a speck of that- ... he wasn't so sure anymore.
His third sigh in barely 10 minutes, he stepped out of his yellow chevrolet Camaro, eyes feeling weirdly naked. Ah, right- he nearly forgot. He bent to get his shades, hastily putting them on before throwing the door closed. He couldn't really see colors all that much in this thing, but well.. it was better than having his eyes screwed up all day. Even if it was becoming night- it could always be helpful with flashing or bright lights.
Once inside, he made his way to where the others said they were, glancing warily at others along the way. It didn't seem like trouble was brewing today- which was a good sign at least. Shoving open the door, he laughed a "Heeyyy!" in greeting, his arms spread wide. A few drinks were already on the low table, one of the others- Oliver didn't try bothering to guess who- had a whiskey waiting for Oliver. Sitting down, he accepted it gratefully, taking a large sip with barely a wince before setting it back down. Truthfully- Oliver didn't really like whiskey. But his father did, so he took it on as his own. He sat back, an ankle resting over his knee as he waited for Cody and the special guest to arrive, Anthony beside him yapping their ears off.
Barely 30 minutes in, the door opened. Oliver turned his attention to it, realizing the newcomer must've arrived. Sitting up, he was ready to greet them with a smile, until he noticed who Cody was with. He blinked, the others greeting them blanking out in his mind. No... that couldn't be- He blinked again, a slight jerk to his head, before a jovial smile came upon his face once more. Oliver gestured for the both of them to sit down, relaxing back in his seat, swirling the whiskey in his hand. His ringed index finger tapped against the glass nervously. She looked just like-... but it wasn't Victoria. It couldn't be. This woman's name was Winter, no matter how much they looked alike. That girl was gone... These sunglasses must be messing with him.
Whiskey still in hand, he gestured to himself, then to the others as he named them, a lively smile on his face, "I'm Oliver- just call me Ozzie- that's Anthony, Diego, and Julian. I hear ya' got a problem. Though for someone who was actually able to beat Cody- it must be something huh?" He laughed. The clicking of the glass continued as his ring tapped against it.
Opening his phone, he checked up with the others to see if they were already here. Most were, except of course Cody and his mystery woman. He sighed to himself once again, carefully laying his head back against the headrest. In all honesty, he had barely gotten a wink of sleep last night. Things were picking up with the Basilone family, his brother had gone MIA and his sister overseas on a some kind of bargaining deal his father refused to speak of further with him, no matter how much he pried. That left Oliver with all of the business his father hadn't wanted to deal with himself in their homeland.
He looked wistfully out of his tinted window, gazing at the barely peeking sun. He had been stuck in this place his whole life. Oliver barely thought there were any other places that actually existed other than here anymore. He was quite jealous of his sister, Alessandra. She actually got to see the world- albeit mainly for the business, but nevertheless- was infinitely more free than Oliver. He thought that his father finally recognizing him was all he wanted in life, but now that he had a speck of that- ... he wasn't so sure anymore.
His third sigh in barely 10 minutes, he stepped out of his yellow chevrolet Camaro, eyes feeling weirdly naked. Ah, right- he nearly forgot. He bent to get his shades, hastily putting them on before throwing the door closed. He couldn't really see colors all that much in this thing, but well.. it was better than having his eyes screwed up all day. Even if it was becoming night- it could always be helpful with flashing or bright lights.
Once inside, he made his way to where the others said they were, glancing warily at others along the way. It didn't seem like trouble was brewing today- which was a good sign at least. Shoving open the door, he laughed a "Heeyyy!" in greeting, his arms spread wide. A few drinks were already on the low table, one of the others- Oliver didn't try bothering to guess who- had a whiskey waiting for Oliver. Sitting down, he accepted it gratefully, taking a large sip with barely a wince before setting it back down. Truthfully- Oliver didn't really like whiskey. But his father did, so he took it on as his own. He sat back, an ankle resting over his knee as he waited for Cody and the special guest to arrive, Anthony beside him yapping their ears off.
Barely 30 minutes in, the door opened. Oliver turned his attention to it, realizing the newcomer must've arrived. Sitting up, he was ready to greet them with a smile, until he noticed who Cody was with. He blinked, the others greeting them blanking out in his mind. No... that couldn't be- He blinked again, a slight jerk to his head, before a jovial smile came upon his face once more. Oliver gestured for the both of them to sit down, relaxing back in his seat, swirling the whiskey in his hand. His ringed index finger tapped against the glass nervously. She looked just like-... but it wasn't Victoria. It couldn't be. This woman's name was Winter, no matter how much they looked alike. That girl was gone... These sunglasses must be messing with him.
Whiskey still in hand, he gestured to himself, then to the others as he named them, a lively smile on his face, "I'm Oliver- just call me Ozzie- that's Anthony, Diego, and Julian. I hear ya' got a problem. Though for someone who was actually able to beat Cody- it must be something huh?" He laughed. The clicking of the glass continued as his ring tapped against it.
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Oliver. There's no way. How did we end up here? How in the world is Cody friends with Oliver Basilone? Pft, and he called him a good guy? Bullshit.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Victoria was present physically in the room but not mentally. Her thoughts were drowning her. She had her doubt when she saw those beautiful eyes but he just confirmed he was in fact Oliver. There was no way she could sit here and ask for his help. There's no way once he knew who she was that he would even want to help.
You were always just a trophy.
The room began to spin, her chest becoming heavy the more she dwelled on the fact that Oliver, her Ollie, was here in front of her, completely different from what she remembered. She took notice to the amount of tattoos over his body, how he slicked back his hair with a crazy amount of gel and how he wore sunglasses despite being inside. His fashion sense was top notch, but his personality was still the same. He was still that outgoing, vocal person he was when they were younger. Her eyes glanced over him once more, taking notice to the whiskey in his hand before she looked back up into those eyes that pierced her soul. She saw his lips moving as he smiled and what she could only assume was introducing everyone, though she caught nothing he said. She was phasing out again. Get it together!
"Winter?" She heard Cody whisper but didn't acknowledge him. She glanced around her as she tried to think of her next step, the walls becoming awfully close as she struggled a little more to breathe. She tried to control her anxiety, she tried to get a grip because his presence shouldn't be affecting her as much as it did. He was the one that left. He was the one that said what they had was nothing. He wrecked you. "Winter." She felt a hand on her shoulder again, not enough to bring her out of her daze. Cody could tell there was no way he could bring her back to the present so he was quick to make conversation for her. He knew she was already drawing attention that she wouldn't want so to ease the tension building, he laughed playfully before wrapping his arm around her shoulder again, bringing her closer to him in a friendly side hug. "We don't have to dwell on the fact that she beat me, okay. It was a solid victory. Though, what she needs help with is something that requires more than what I can offer. She needs to lay low for a bit, hide out in the shadows, y'know? She's got someone on her tail right now that she says she doesn't really want around. Right, Winter?"
Victory. Blinking, Winter was finally able to snap out of her daze, looking up at Cody who still held her to his side before sighing softly, biting on her lip as she nodded before putting distance between them. Clearing her throat, she let out a sigh and looked over at Oliver before she leaned back on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest as a security blanket and her leg over the other. "Like Cody mentioned, I have some... people after me. I unfortunately cannot disclose who nor why, but I did ask him for some sort of protection. Not really protection, I can do that myself, I just need somewhere to be.... be..."
"Unfindable?" She heard Julian, one of the others now sitting say as she looked over at him and nodded. "What does this person want from you?"
Shaking her head, Victoria let out a sigh. "I really can't tell you all that."
"Then how can we trust you if you can't give us the full picture?" Diego, another one, pipped in.
"I don't expect you to. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if you deny my asking. I get it. I know it's risky, especially when you won't know what you're looking for, I just... I need security."
The third friend in the room, Anthony, was silent. Victoria could feel him staring at her, observing her every move. She knew he was getting a feel her, checking to see if she could be trusted. She knew what she was asking wasn't easy, but what made it even harder was Oliver sitting right across from Victoria. The minute he found out who she was, it would all be over. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if he sent her back to Santos instead of helping her get away from him. Biting the inside of her lip, she weighed out her options. Doing this alone would be harder yet easier. Who needs Oliver's help anyway?
"Mm. I don't know if we should do it, Ozzie." The quiet one finally said and Victoria's stomach sank. It's better this way, Vic.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Victoria was present physically in the room but not mentally. Her thoughts were drowning her. She had her doubt when she saw those beautiful eyes but he just confirmed he was in fact Oliver. There was no way she could sit here and ask for his help. There's no way once he knew who she was that he would even want to help.
You were always just a trophy.
The room began to spin, her chest becoming heavy the more she dwelled on the fact that Oliver, her Ollie, was here in front of her, completely different from what she remembered. She took notice to the amount of tattoos over his body, how he slicked back his hair with a crazy amount of gel and how he wore sunglasses despite being inside. His fashion sense was top notch, but his personality was still the same. He was still that outgoing, vocal person he was when they were younger. Her eyes glanced over him once more, taking notice to the whiskey in his hand before she looked back up into those eyes that pierced her soul. She saw his lips moving as he smiled and what she could only assume was introducing everyone, though she caught nothing he said. She was phasing out again. Get it together!
"Winter?" She heard Cody whisper but didn't acknowledge him. She glanced around her as she tried to think of her next step, the walls becoming awfully close as she struggled a little more to breathe. She tried to control her anxiety, she tried to get a grip because his presence shouldn't be affecting her as much as it did. He was the one that left. He was the one that said what they had was nothing. He wrecked you. "Winter." She felt a hand on her shoulder again, not enough to bring her out of her daze. Cody could tell there was no way he could bring her back to the present so he was quick to make conversation for her. He knew she was already drawing attention that she wouldn't want so to ease the tension building, he laughed playfully before wrapping his arm around her shoulder again, bringing her closer to him in a friendly side hug. "We don't have to dwell on the fact that she beat me, okay. It was a solid victory. Though, what she needs help with is something that requires more than what I can offer. She needs to lay low for a bit, hide out in the shadows, y'know? She's got someone on her tail right now that she says she doesn't really want around. Right, Winter?"
Victory. Blinking, Winter was finally able to snap out of her daze, looking up at Cody who still held her to his side before sighing softly, biting on her lip as she nodded before putting distance between them. Clearing her throat, she let out a sigh and looked over at Oliver before she leaned back on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest as a security blanket and her leg over the other. "Like Cody mentioned, I have some... people after me. I unfortunately cannot disclose who nor why, but I did ask him for some sort of protection. Not really protection, I can do that myself, I just need somewhere to be.... be..."
"Unfindable?" She heard Julian, one of the others now sitting say as she looked over at him and nodded. "What does this person want from you?"
Shaking her head, Victoria let out a sigh. "I really can't tell you all that."
"Then how can we trust you if you can't give us the full picture?" Diego, another one, pipped in.
"I don't expect you to. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if you deny my asking. I get it. I know it's risky, especially when you won't know what you're looking for, I just... I need security."
The third friend in the room, Anthony, was silent. Victoria could feel him staring at her, observing her every move. She knew he was getting a feel her, checking to see if she could be trusted. She knew what she was asking wasn't easy, but what made it even harder was Oliver sitting right across from Victoria. The minute he found out who she was, it would all be over. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if he sent her back to Santos instead of helping her get away from him. Biting the inside of her lip, she weighed out her options. Doing this alone would be harder yet easier. Who needs Oliver's help anyway?
"Mm. I don't know if we should do it, Ozzie." The quiet one finally said and Victoria's stomach sank. It's better this way, Vic.
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The glass felt cold against his lips as he took a sip. Something was clearly off about this girl, Winter. Why exactly did Cody trust her enough to bring her here? No ordinary person would accept help from a gang, let alone mafia. How was he so sure Winter wouldn't rat on them the second she found out what he was? Setting his glass down, he licked his lips, nodding in acquiescence. "You might be right. After all, we have no reason to trust each other." He smiled, seemingly friendly.
With an amused hum, he titled his head. " Then again what do we have to lose from helping her? For all we know, it could just be some psychotic ex." He shrugged. "It might not even be a big deal." In all honesty, Oliver kind of wanted to do it. It might be fun after all. Besides, he wanted a break from all the work his dad was piling onto him, and this may just be the perfect opportunity. The problem was, he had to convince these guys. This was quite the serious issue after all. How could they help someone who they had no idea what to help them from?
He smirked, eyeing the others. "Of course I know it could be hella risky, don't get me wrong." Oliver leant forward, his forearms resting on his crossed legs. "But imagine this.. Where will this gal end up if it was a serious problem hm? She would be dead in a ditch, alone, blood on our hands because we refused to at least consider it." He shrugged once again, a twitch of a frown on his face as he relaxed back into his seat. "But- well, be my guest. Maybe the guilt wouldn't weigh too heavily on ya'. Wouldn't bother me either way." Oliver took another sip, a squinting smile hiding behind his glass while he gave Winter a mischievous glance.
With an amused hum, he titled his head. " Then again what do we have to lose from helping her? For all we know, it could just be some psychotic ex." He shrugged. "It might not even be a big deal." In all honesty, Oliver kind of wanted to do it. It might be fun after all. Besides, he wanted a break from all the work his dad was piling onto him, and this may just be the perfect opportunity. The problem was, he had to convince these guys. This was quite the serious issue after all. How could they help someone who they had no idea what to help them from?
He smirked, eyeing the others. "Of course I know it could be hella risky, don't get me wrong." Oliver leant forward, his forearms resting on his crossed legs. "But imagine this.. Where will this gal end up if it was a serious problem hm? She would be dead in a ditch, alone, blood on our hands because we refused to at least consider it." He shrugged once again, a twitch of a frown on his face as he relaxed back into his seat. "But- well, be my guest. Maybe the guilt wouldn't weigh too heavily on ya'. Wouldn't bother me either way." Oliver took another sip, a squinting smile hiding behind his glass while he gave Winter a mischievous glance.
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Of course it wouldn’t. You had no qualms throwing me aside when you no longer saw a use for me. What was it again? I was just a trophy, right? Is what Victoria wanted to say, but the thoughts could never leave her mouth. There was no way in hell she would ever admitted who she actually was. She couldn’t. Oliver would’ve refused to help instantly. She’d be dead. Or maybe he’s still a douche and would help then leave us to our demise yet again. Glaring at Oliver now, she rolled her eyes at him as what he explained to the guys settled into her head. There was no way her father would kill her. He just wanted her back home, mostly because he needed her as a bargaining chip for a deal he had been trying to make for ages. The chance finally arose when she turned 18– marry the youngest son of the Song Family and live a life with him. Fuck that. The Song’s were worse than the Basilone’s. She’d rather end up how dead like Oliver just said.
Letting out a soft hum, Anthony looked over at Victoria once more before looking at Cody, taking what Oliver said into consideration. “Why’d ya bring her here, Cody?” He asked, to which Cody rolled his eyes and looked at his friend. “Why wouldn’t I, Tony? She needs help. Our help. You know we’re the only ones that can do it.” He tried to defend.
“Yeah but she’s gotta know who we are, man. Don’t you find it a little odd that she’s seeking help from us? People don’t just come into our world, Cody. She has to be from it.” Diego chimed in, now looking between Anthony and Cody while Victoria’s gaze moved from Oliver to Diego. He had a valid point. She looked sketchy as hell right now.
As the boys kept bickering back and forth, Victoria closed her eyes as she lost herself in thought, the small back and forth not helping as a headache began to set in place. She tried to ignore it but the more they chatted, the more irritated she became. She rubbed her temples, finally reaching her breaking point as she smacked her lips and stood up with her arms crossed over her chest. “She is sitting right here and can speak for her damn self.” She was over it. Her patience was worn thin and as the boys became quiet shortly after, she sighed again, leaning back against the couch once more.
“Cody never mentioned you guys were part of the damn Basilone Family. To be honest, I probably wouldn’t have come if he did. Not that Ozzie over there or his family scares me or anything, because trust me, they don’t.” Now she was just being a bitch for fun. She loved the reaction it got out of Oliver. I’m going to make your life hell, Oliver Basilone. You will reap what you sow.
“You cannot just go around saying shit like that, Princess. Especially when we’re your only hope right now.” Anthony drawled, leaving Victoria to shrug her shoulders before she sank back down into the couch, exhaustion coming over her. “But you do know who we are huh? Interesting. I guess if that’s the case, Ozzie is right. I would prefer not have your blood on my hands. Do I trust you? Hell no but it doesn’t mean I can’t do my job and help ya from whatever psychotic shit you got going on.”
Shit. Did I just blow my cover? Biting the inside of her cheek, Victoria nodded at Anthony before she looked around the room at the rest of them. They all looked skeptical but they relaxed a bit. “I guess if Cody trusts you enough to bring you here, it means our secret is safe with you.” Diego said and Julian nodded. “She’s cool you guys. Swear. And if she does anything, I’ll take full responsibility but she won’t, right Winter?” With that Victoria looked over at her stupid golden retriever friend before she huffed, very similar to how she used to when she was younger. “I promise I won’t make y’all’s lives too difficult.”
Letting out a soft hum, Anthony looked over at Victoria once more before looking at Cody, taking what Oliver said into consideration. “Why’d ya bring her here, Cody?” He asked, to which Cody rolled his eyes and looked at his friend. “Why wouldn’t I, Tony? She needs help. Our help. You know we’re the only ones that can do it.” He tried to defend.
“Yeah but she’s gotta know who we are, man. Don’t you find it a little odd that she’s seeking help from us? People don’t just come into our world, Cody. She has to be from it.” Diego chimed in, now looking between Anthony and Cody while Victoria’s gaze moved from Oliver to Diego. He had a valid point. She looked sketchy as hell right now.
As the boys kept bickering back and forth, Victoria closed her eyes as she lost herself in thought, the small back and forth not helping as a headache began to set in place. She tried to ignore it but the more they chatted, the more irritated she became. She rubbed her temples, finally reaching her breaking point as she smacked her lips and stood up with her arms crossed over her chest. “She is sitting right here and can speak for her damn self.” She was over it. Her patience was worn thin and as the boys became quiet shortly after, she sighed again, leaning back against the couch once more.
“Cody never mentioned you guys were part of the damn Basilone Family. To be honest, I probably wouldn’t have come if he did. Not that Ozzie over there or his family scares me or anything, because trust me, they don’t.” Now she was just being a bitch for fun. She loved the reaction it got out of Oliver. I’m going to make your life hell, Oliver Basilone. You will reap what you sow.
“You cannot just go around saying shit like that, Princess. Especially when we’re your only hope right now.” Anthony drawled, leaving Victoria to shrug her shoulders before she sank back down into the couch, exhaustion coming over her. “But you do know who we are huh? Interesting. I guess if that’s the case, Ozzie is right. I would prefer not have your blood on my hands. Do I trust you? Hell no but it doesn’t mean I can’t do my job and help ya from whatever psychotic shit you got going on.”
Shit. Did I just blow my cover? Biting the inside of her cheek, Victoria nodded at Anthony before she looked around the room at the rest of them. They all looked skeptical but they relaxed a bit. “I guess if Cody trusts you enough to bring you here, it means our secret is safe with you.” Diego said and Julian nodded. “She’s cool you guys. Swear. And if she does anything, I’ll take full responsibility but she won’t, right Winter?” With that Victoria looked over at her stupid golden retriever friend before she huffed, very similar to how she used to when she was younger. “I promise I won’t make y’all’s lives too difficult.”
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Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
Shock laced through Oliver's features. How did she know who he was? The others didn't seem too bothered by it, so Ozzie did his best to show a calm demeanor. At this new revelation, the black haired boy became more wary. The only way she could have possibly known who he was, was if she was a local, part of the criminal business, or Cody told her. But no, Oliver scratched out that last one. She did just state Cody never told her, otherwise she wouldn't be here... then how?... Un-crossing his legs, he leant forward, elbows resting on his knees as he narrowed his gaze on Winter skeptically.
Another flashing thought passed through Oliver's mind. What if she really was Victoria? As Ollie opened his mouth to question further, he was interrupted by Diego, quickly turning his attention to him instead. "So, what is it exactly you need from us? Security is sorta vague, ya'know?" Julian nodded, holding up a hand then bending one down after another as he listed, "Bodyguards, a persona, money, a place to stay, yada yada. There are a lotta things we could help ya with, but we aren't miracle workers Darlin'." Diego piped up, "We can't read minds!" Cue the onslaught of chuckles.
Oliver looked back to Winter, a slight frown on his face. As much has his joyful guise wanted to laugh along with them, his mind was too preoccupied by what she previously said. After about a minute of simply staring, he pushed forward a one paged menu on the table, sitting back with his arms rested on the booth behind him. "Why don'tcha order something? I'm sure you must be achin for a drink or a.. warm meal. " He shrugged, the apathetic smirk back on his lips. He doubted the food here was all that good, but maybe she came from a long way. For her sake- he hoped she wasn't a picky eater. He took off his glasses, hooking them onto his shirt's collar, his staring seemingly unending. Now that it came up again, he couldn't believe how much she reminded him of Victoria. He wanted to believe that maybe she was just a local who moved away... but even that wasn't far off from Victoria herself.
A nudge of his shoulder, and he tore his gaze away, raising a brow at Anthony beside him. "Dude, cool it. I know she's pretty, but you're practically drooling." he muttered to him. Oliver shoved Anthony, a disbelieving grin on his face, shaking his head.
Another flashing thought passed through Oliver's mind. What if she really was Victoria? As Ollie opened his mouth to question further, he was interrupted by Diego, quickly turning his attention to him instead. "So, what is it exactly you need from us? Security is sorta vague, ya'know?" Julian nodded, holding up a hand then bending one down after another as he listed, "Bodyguards, a persona, money, a place to stay, yada yada. There are a lotta things we could help ya with, but we aren't miracle workers Darlin'." Diego piped up, "We can't read minds!" Cue the onslaught of chuckles.
Oliver looked back to Winter, a slight frown on his face. As much has his joyful guise wanted to laugh along with them, his mind was too preoccupied by what she previously said. After about a minute of simply staring, he pushed forward a one paged menu on the table, sitting back with his arms rested on the booth behind him. "Why don'tcha order something? I'm sure you must be achin for a drink or a.. warm meal. " He shrugged, the apathetic smirk back on his lips. He doubted the food here was all that good, but maybe she came from a long way. For her sake- he hoped she wasn't a picky eater. He took off his glasses, hooking them onto his shirt's collar, his staring seemingly unending. Now that it came up again, he couldn't believe how much she reminded him of Victoria. He wanted to believe that maybe she was just a local who moved away... but even that wasn't far off from Victoria herself.
A nudge of his shoulder, and he tore his gaze away, raising a brow at Anthony beside him. "Dude, cool it. I know she's pretty, but you're practically drooling." he muttered to him. Oliver shoved Anthony, a disbelieving grin on his face, shaking his head.
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Victoria watched Oliver closely, trying to get a gauge for his emotions and what he was thinking. She could tell he was trying his best to show a calm demeanor, but she could see the slightest crack in is expression. It was that crack that caused Victoria's anxiety to spike. He knows. He knows. He knows. Relax. Relax. Relax. Don't panic. Hearing Diego ask more questions, her attention was taken from the Basilone heir in front of her as her eyes looked over at the person speaking. She knew she needed to answer but her mind was so all over the place that she couldn't even register the question being asked. She felt an elbow nudge her side as they all laughed, drawing her full attention back to Diego as she let out a small laugh herself.
"Apologies for not elaborating. You all just start talking and don't ever stop so I couldn't get a word in," She teased to which Julian laughed in response. That made Victoria feel better, because even though she was worried about Oliver, at least the other boys were slowly warming up to her. That would make this a lot easier as time went on. "I honestly just need a place to stay. Just for a bit, not for forever. I need to sort my shit out myself but I need to lay low for a bit first. I guess all the races I've been in messed with my original plan." Victoria giggled once more, a real one, lighthearted and she felt like her 14-year-old self all over again. Unfortunate that the good times never last.
She quickly glanced over at Oliver when she heard him speak, eyeing him and the menu he was sliding forward cautiously. She didn't know why, but it brought the anxiety back to the forefront of her mind, her hands becoming sweaty as she tried to get a grip. Sitting up, she leaned over her crossed legs, grabbing the menu she was provided with before looking it over once. She honestly wasn't hungry, but a drink didn't sound bad. Glancing over at the cup Oliver had resting beside him, she let out a grin, instantly knowing what it was. If she knew Oliver well, which she did, she knew he would take on a lot of his fathers interests. Lucky for her, little Victoria knew the Basilone king love a good glass of whiskey, and even more lucky for her, that was her go to as well. "I'm not all that hungry, but I will have what you're drinking. Whiskey, right? Or is it Scotch?"
"This man drinking anything other whiskey? That'll be the day the world falls over," Julian said on a laugh before pushing off the wall he was now leaning against and moving towards the bar. "I'll grab ya one, Shortcake." Shortcake? Victoria shot him a quick glare. "I have a name you know." She bit back to which he shrugged. "True but somehow it just doesn't suit you." Julian replied back as he walked off. Rolling her eyes, Victoria sank back into the couch, yawning as she rested her head against Cody's shoulder, letting herself feel somewhat safe for now. She didn't catch the glance Cody made at her while smiling.
"So, you got a place I can crash?" She asked, looking at the remaining three, wondering what Anthony could have possibly said to Oliver because that grin on his face made her curious. I missed him. That thought was fleeting. No, we don't. Shut up.
"Apologies for not elaborating. You all just start talking and don't ever stop so I couldn't get a word in," She teased to which Julian laughed in response. That made Victoria feel better, because even though she was worried about Oliver, at least the other boys were slowly warming up to her. That would make this a lot easier as time went on. "I honestly just need a place to stay. Just for a bit, not for forever. I need to sort my shit out myself but I need to lay low for a bit first. I guess all the races I've been in messed with my original plan." Victoria giggled once more, a real one, lighthearted and she felt like her 14-year-old self all over again. Unfortunate that the good times never last.
She quickly glanced over at Oliver when she heard him speak, eyeing him and the menu he was sliding forward cautiously. She didn't know why, but it brought the anxiety back to the forefront of her mind, her hands becoming sweaty as she tried to get a grip. Sitting up, she leaned over her crossed legs, grabbing the menu she was provided with before looking it over once. She honestly wasn't hungry, but a drink didn't sound bad. Glancing over at the cup Oliver had resting beside him, she let out a grin, instantly knowing what it was. If she knew Oliver well, which she did, she knew he would take on a lot of his fathers interests. Lucky for her, little Victoria knew the Basilone king love a good glass of whiskey, and even more lucky for her, that was her go to as well. "I'm not all that hungry, but I will have what you're drinking. Whiskey, right? Or is it Scotch?"
"This man drinking anything other whiskey? That'll be the day the world falls over," Julian said on a laugh before pushing off the wall he was now leaning against and moving towards the bar. "I'll grab ya one, Shortcake." Shortcake? Victoria shot him a quick glare. "I have a name you know." She bit back to which he shrugged. "True but somehow it just doesn't suit you." Julian replied back as he walked off. Rolling her eyes, Victoria sank back into the couch, yawning as she rested her head against Cody's shoulder, letting herself feel somewhat safe for now. She didn't catch the glance Cody made at her while smiling.
"So, you got a place I can crash?" She asked, looking at the remaining three, wondering what Anthony could have possibly said to Oliver because that grin on his face made her curious. I missed him. That thought was fleeting. No, we don't. Shut up.
Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
Oliver's eyes tracked Julian's back as he made his way to the bar, his jaw clenching in irritation. Damnit. He just lost his chance to get away. For some odd reason, being in the presence of this woman made him antsy. Ozzie couldn't clearly explain why. Maybe it was just his body reminding him to stay wary. But as every minute passed, it almost felt as his his body was ready to bolt, the walls seemingly becoming tighter. He shifted in his seat, an easy-going smile on his face. Maybe if he tried to enjoy himself more, the feeling would go away.
He grabbed his glass, quickly chugging what was left of his whiskey. Luckily, he had quite the high tolerance, so he doubted he would get shit-faced from chugging this much. Still, it might be a better idea to not order anymore drinks for himself. Despite not knowing why, he felt he needed to stay on his toes. Weird. Usually his nerves were only high-strung like this when presented with a dangerous individual. He squinted at Winter, before shifting his gaze to Cody, then back again. His eyes widened, a sly smirk crawling over his face. So that's how it was huh?
Chuckling to himself, he set his now empty glass in front of him, crossing his arms as he leaned back. " Well you two seem awfully chummy eh? What, your boyfriend couldn't provide you with 'security' back at his place?" He made air-quotes on 'security' before waving his hand, dismissing his previous words. He sighed, making eye contact with Anthony. He leant forward once again, head tilted, a subtle glint in his eye. "You can stay with me. Unless of course, you'd prefer staying in a 2 bedroom apartment with them two? I mean- you can stay with Julie, if ya can deal with his atrocious night habits. If you know what I mean." He winked, cackling. Snickering, Anthony made a whipping motion with his hand, "Wa-poww!" Oliver clutched his shoulder, an uncontrolled fully body roll of laughter erupting from the two of them. Diego 'tch' beside them, a smile on his face as he shook his head.
Julian trotted back. a tray of drinks in tow. "Gotcha your whiskey, Shortcake. Figured we could do a round a' shots so we could loosen up. Whaddya say? If not well then- I'll drink all of them myself!" He pouted, which looked absolutely ridiculous on a tatted, fully grown man. "Ugh, man stop! How many times I said that look ain't work on you since highshool?" Oliver grimaced. Cue another round of laughter. Diego pulled out his phone, quickly scrolling through years worth of photos to find a 16 year old Julian, pouting at the camera with his baby-face, arm wrapped around a girl, the other 4 guys on either side-all about the same age, placing the device on the table.
Oliver shook his head, a smile on his face as he grabbed a shot, throwing it back with a wince as it burned down his throat.
He grabbed his glass, quickly chugging what was left of his whiskey. Luckily, he had quite the high tolerance, so he doubted he would get shit-faced from chugging this much. Still, it might be a better idea to not order anymore drinks for himself. Despite not knowing why, he felt he needed to stay on his toes. Weird. Usually his nerves were only high-strung like this when presented with a dangerous individual. He squinted at Winter, before shifting his gaze to Cody, then back again. His eyes widened, a sly smirk crawling over his face. So that's how it was huh?
Chuckling to himself, he set his now empty glass in front of him, crossing his arms as he leaned back. " Well you two seem awfully chummy eh? What, your boyfriend couldn't provide you with 'security' back at his place?" He made air-quotes on 'security' before waving his hand, dismissing his previous words. He sighed, making eye contact with Anthony. He leant forward once again, head tilted, a subtle glint in his eye. "You can stay with me. Unless of course, you'd prefer staying in a 2 bedroom apartment with them two? I mean- you can stay with Julie, if ya can deal with his atrocious night habits. If you know what I mean." He winked, cackling. Snickering, Anthony made a whipping motion with his hand, "Wa-poww!" Oliver clutched his shoulder, an uncontrolled fully body roll of laughter erupting from the two of them. Diego 'tch' beside them, a smile on his face as he shook his head.
Julian trotted back. a tray of drinks in tow. "Gotcha your whiskey, Shortcake. Figured we could do a round a' shots so we could loosen up. Whaddya say? If not well then- I'll drink all of them myself!" He pouted, which looked absolutely ridiculous on a tatted, fully grown man. "Ugh, man stop! How many times I said that look ain't work on you since highshool?" Oliver grimaced. Cue another round of laughter. Diego pulled out his phone, quickly scrolling through years worth of photos to find a 16 year old Julian, pouting at the camera with his baby-face, arm wrapped around a girl, the other 4 guys on either side-all about the same age, placing the device on the table.
Oliver shook his head, a smile on his face as he grabbed a shot, throwing it back with a wince as it burned down his throat.
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Victoria glared over at Oliver once again when she heard him refer to Cody as her “boyfriend”. Rolling her eyes at him, she looked over at Cody before she let out a soft sigh and sat up fully once again. How Oliver perceived the dynamic between her and Cody rubbed her the wrong way. For a brief second, it came across as if he was jealous, but rationally she knew he was just being a douche. Before she could snap back with any smart remark, Cody did it for her, though it wasn’t as aggressive as she would’ve said it. “C’mon man. It’s not even like that and you know it. She’s just a friend.” He stated while Victoria leaned over her knee once again, looking around the space to take it all in before Oliver spoke again. She was just trying to avoid eye contact with him now but his proposition caused her to quickly look in his direction again and meet those cerulean eyes.
He wants me to stay with him? Is this a smart idea, Victoria? Will we be able to make it? What if he finds out? How wouldn’t he if we have to be in close proximity? Dammit. This isn’t what I was expecting. I should’ve though.
Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she shake her head and acted as if she was disgusted by these atrocious habits Julian has. Out of all options, going with Oliver was the best one, unfortunately. She just had to suck it up for at least a month. That’s all she needed before she would disappear once again and get further away from her family.
“Mm sounds like your place would be the most reasonable. So hello, roomie, I’m Winter Bardales. Nice to meet you. I won’t be in your shit if you mind your own and don’t get into mine,” She said to Oliver with a smug expression, giving him a little grin, knowing if it came down to it she would do whatever necessary for herself. She reached over for one of the shot glasses instantly, needing to feel the burn as soon as possible and threw it back, not even flinching.
“Shots are always good for first meetings and getting to know each other, don’t you agree, Julie?” She asked Julian, really hating how he referred to her as shortcake but accepting her new nickname. “Thank you for getting my drink. I definitely needed it.” Reaching for the whiskey glass, she took a sip of it, sitting back against the couch again before she felt her phone ring. Glancing down at it, the unknown number made her feel uneasy. She let it ring and ring, watching it as the call ended and was sent to voicemail. Something deep down told her this was bad. She felt it in her gut that what would happen next wouldn’t be good, and she was right. No voicemail was left but a text came in shortly after the missed call from the same unknown number, her face instantly becoming pale as she read it.
“You can’t run forever, Niña.”
Biting her lip, she heard Cody ask if she was okay, noticing he leaned over to glance at her phone with her. She quickly put it away, not needing him to be fully in her business as he was unfortunately already involved enough.
Nodding at Cody, she downed the rest of her drink, setting the glass down before she heard Anthony whistle, drawing her attention over to him. “Someone knows how to drink.” He said and Victoria simply laughed, smiling back at him. “A good drink never hurt nobody.” She replied. “I like the way you think.” Julian added. Looking back over at Oliver, she wasn’t surprised to see him already looking in her direction. “So when can I move in, Roomie.”
He wants me to stay with him? Is this a smart idea, Victoria? Will we be able to make it? What if he finds out? How wouldn’t he if we have to be in close proximity? Dammit. This isn’t what I was expecting. I should’ve though.
Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she shake her head and acted as if she was disgusted by these atrocious habits Julian has. Out of all options, going with Oliver was the best one, unfortunately. She just had to suck it up for at least a month. That’s all she needed before she would disappear once again and get further away from her family.
“Mm sounds like your place would be the most reasonable. So hello, roomie, I’m Winter Bardales. Nice to meet you. I won’t be in your shit if you mind your own and don’t get into mine,” She said to Oliver with a smug expression, giving him a little grin, knowing if it came down to it she would do whatever necessary for herself. She reached over for one of the shot glasses instantly, needing to feel the burn as soon as possible and threw it back, not even flinching.
“Shots are always good for first meetings and getting to know each other, don’t you agree, Julie?” She asked Julian, really hating how he referred to her as shortcake but accepting her new nickname. “Thank you for getting my drink. I definitely needed it.” Reaching for the whiskey glass, she took a sip of it, sitting back against the couch again before she felt her phone ring. Glancing down at it, the unknown number made her feel uneasy. She let it ring and ring, watching it as the call ended and was sent to voicemail. Something deep down told her this was bad. She felt it in her gut that what would happen next wouldn’t be good, and she was right. No voicemail was left but a text came in shortly after the missed call from the same unknown number, her face instantly becoming pale as she read it.
“You can’t run forever, Niña.”
Biting her lip, she heard Cody ask if she was okay, noticing he leaned over to glance at her phone with her. She quickly put it away, not needing him to be fully in her business as he was unfortunately already involved enough.
Nodding at Cody, she downed the rest of her drink, setting the glass down before she heard Anthony whistle, drawing her attention over to him. “Someone knows how to drink.” He said and Victoria simply laughed, smiling back at him. “A good drink never hurt nobody.” She replied. “I like the way you think.” Julian added. Looking back over at Oliver, she wasn’t surprised to see him already looking in her direction. “So when can I move in, Roomie.”
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Bardales. So she truly wasn't Victoria. Bardales sounded nothing like Florentino. Of course, it could be an alias of some sort- but what were the chances? Maybe Ollie was just trying to convince himself that Victoria could still be in his life. Why should he though? He was the one that broke everything off. What right did he have to still want her in his life? Oliver sighed. it was time to accept that this wasn't Victoria. It was time to stop hoping. If anything- he should be relieved she was gone... shouldn't he?
For some odd reason, it seemed she was particularly hostile towards him. But well, maybe that was just Winter. Oliver narrowed his eyes as Winter frantically snatched away her phone from prying eyes. There was something truly suspicious about this woman. Of course, Oliver already agreed to help her, so there was no point in thinking about that now. Still. it was best to keep wary. As much as he was curious about Winter, he wasn't going to put his fucking life on the line for some strange woman.
Humming, he smirked, leaning forward. "How 'bout you down that drink and I can show ya?" He winked, an insinuating smile on his face. Another shove from Anthony that nearly made him tumble from the booth. "Oh come oonn you they just got here! Ya can stay for one more drink can'tcha?" Diego challenged. Standing up, Oliver tapped the table with his hand twice, before making his way to the door. " 'Fraid not compadre. Places to be, business to do, lives to save. You know the drill." With a wink he called out, "Whenever you're done here Bardales, I'll be waiting outside." With a finger-gun in her direction, the door shut behind him.
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Oliver leaned against the wall outside the club, hand cupped around the cigarette as he lit it. The spark finally caught, Oliver breathing in a deep lungful. It burned going down, but he was used to it at this point. With a shallow cough, he turned his chin to the darkened sky to release the smoke. It was more chilly out now, no breeze which he supposed he was thankful for. Even a few minutes alone like this was a relief. As long as he had to keep up his so called "act" it did get tiring. A little breathing room in between was all he needed to get back into it.
Lowering his head, he stared at the ground, a frown on his face. This night had brought on so many unneeded memories. All this time, Oliver had pushed down memories of the girl he cared for, maybe once loved. He couldn't be sure. Now, with this new woman showing up who seemed so much like her, his guilt came back in full force. His father told him he'd get over it. He told himself he'd get over it. And yet- here he stood. His heart squeezing in his chest and his fingertips turning to ice. Though that could be from the cold. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he took another inhale of his cancer-stick.
For some odd reason, it seemed she was particularly hostile towards him. But well, maybe that was just Winter. Oliver narrowed his eyes as Winter frantically snatched away her phone from prying eyes. There was something truly suspicious about this woman. Of course, Oliver already agreed to help her, so there was no point in thinking about that now. Still. it was best to keep wary. As much as he was curious about Winter, he wasn't going to put his fucking life on the line for some strange woman.
Humming, he smirked, leaning forward. "How 'bout you down that drink and I can show ya?" He winked, an insinuating smile on his face. Another shove from Anthony that nearly made him tumble from the booth. "Oh come oonn you they just got here! Ya can stay for one more drink can'tcha?" Diego challenged. Standing up, Oliver tapped the table with his hand twice, before making his way to the door. " 'Fraid not compadre. Places to be, business to do, lives to save. You know the drill." With a wink he called out, "Whenever you're done here Bardales, I'll be waiting outside." With a finger-gun in her direction, the door shut behind him.
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Oliver leaned against the wall outside the club, hand cupped around the cigarette as he lit it. The spark finally caught, Oliver breathing in a deep lungful. It burned going down, but he was used to it at this point. With a shallow cough, he turned his chin to the darkened sky to release the smoke. It was more chilly out now, no breeze which he supposed he was thankful for. Even a few minutes alone like this was a relief. As long as he had to keep up his so called "act" it did get tiring. A little breathing room in between was all he needed to get back into it.
Lowering his head, he stared at the ground, a frown on his face. This night had brought on so many unneeded memories. All this time, Oliver had pushed down memories of the girl he cared for, maybe once loved. He couldn't be sure. Now, with this new woman showing up who seemed so much like her, his guilt came back in full force. His father told him he'd get over it. He told himself he'd get over it. And yet- here he stood. His heart squeezing in his chest and his fingertips turning to ice. Though that could be from the cold. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he took another inhale of his cancer-stick.
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Victoria couldn't help but allow herself to fully relax once Oliver stepped out, sipping on her drink as she sank into the couch for a little bit. Like this moment was for Oliver, this was her brief second to breathe herself. Being around him made her so tense, kept her on edge, and after awhile, it became so exhausting. She needed this time just here, with Cody and the others, downing her drink as slowly as she could before she let herself follow after that man. The man she despised for leaving her back when they were teens. No one ever wants to lose the person they're closest to, so when she did, she knew she would never heal from it. Perhaps that was why she was being hostile towards him. He deserved it.
"Are you going to be okay with him, Winter?" Cody asked as she set her now empty glass on the table before her, staring at the ice as it ever so slowly melted. Looking back at Cody, she let out a genuine smile as she nodded. She wasn't nearly as close to Cody as she was to Oliver in her youth, but this ginger was the closest friend she had since then. She may not have showed it but deep down she truly appreciated his worry and concern for her, even if he knew nothing about her.
"C'mon Ginger, it's freaking Ozzie we're talking about. He wouldn't let anything happen to her, y'know that." Diego said, looking over at the two, noting how Cody looked at the newcomer. Ah shit, he likes her. "Diego's right. Princess over there will be in the best hands around in this city." Anthony added on. "Plus, with the way that man could not take his eyes off her, it's safe to say someone's in love."
At that, Victoria let out the deepest laugh, something she hadn't done in so long. Everyone in the room fell silent at it, looking over at her rather amused as she began shaking her head and grabbing her purse, keys to her GT-R in hand as she stood up. "That man? Loving me? Get real. I'm not an easy lay, aight? Unfortunately for him, I'm not interested and I never will be."
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After about five minutes or so, Victoria finally made her way through the crowd, instantly shivering as the cool air hit her once she was back outside. She didn't mind it though. Her cheeks were especially warm thanks to the whiskey now in her system. She wasn't anywhere near being buzzed or drunk, but the alcohol for sure helped calm her nerves. Looking around, she tried looking for Oliver, quickly finding him leaning against the wall. Walking up to him, she stood right in front, grimacing at the cigarette in his hand. She hated those damn white colored sticks.
"So, with all due respect, I am not leaving my car here. I also need to grab some things from my place, if that's okay. You can follow me or you can give me the address to yours and I'll meet you there." She said softly, shoving her hands in her leather jacket as she continued to shiver, her teeth chattering softly and cheeks now a bright red as she looked up at him. Her chocolate brown eyes looked straight into those beautiful blue eyes she grew to hate over the years. They somehow always seemed to stare deep into her soul, but she was hoping right now, with her new alias and him not knowing who she was, this wasn't possible.
"Are you going to be okay with him, Winter?" Cody asked as she set her now empty glass on the table before her, staring at the ice as it ever so slowly melted. Looking back at Cody, she let out a genuine smile as she nodded. She wasn't nearly as close to Cody as she was to Oliver in her youth, but this ginger was the closest friend she had since then. She may not have showed it but deep down she truly appreciated his worry and concern for her, even if he knew nothing about her.
"C'mon Ginger, it's freaking Ozzie we're talking about. He wouldn't let anything happen to her, y'know that." Diego said, looking over at the two, noting how Cody looked at the newcomer. Ah shit, he likes her. "Diego's right. Princess over there will be in the best hands around in this city." Anthony added on. "Plus, with the way that man could not take his eyes off her, it's safe to say someone's in love."
At that, Victoria let out the deepest laugh, something she hadn't done in so long. Everyone in the room fell silent at it, looking over at her rather amused as she began shaking her head and grabbing her purse, keys to her GT-R in hand as she stood up. "That man? Loving me? Get real. I'm not an easy lay, aight? Unfortunately for him, I'm not interested and I never will be."
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After about five minutes or so, Victoria finally made her way through the crowd, instantly shivering as the cool air hit her once she was back outside. She didn't mind it though. Her cheeks were especially warm thanks to the whiskey now in her system. She wasn't anywhere near being buzzed or drunk, but the alcohol for sure helped calm her nerves. Looking around, she tried looking for Oliver, quickly finding him leaning against the wall. Walking up to him, she stood right in front, grimacing at the cigarette in his hand. She hated those damn white colored sticks.
"So, with all due respect, I am not leaving my car here. I also need to grab some things from my place, if that's okay. You can follow me or you can give me the address to yours and I'll meet you there." She said softly, shoving her hands in her leather jacket as she continued to shiver, her teeth chattering softly and cheeks now a bright red as she looked up at him. Her chocolate brown eyes looked straight into those beautiful blue eyes she grew to hate over the years. They somehow always seemed to stare deep into her soul, but she was hoping right now, with her new alias and him not knowing who she was, this wasn't possible.
Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
As Oliver caught sight of Winter, the mask of smug indifference stapled itself back, a small smile on his lips. Unwillingly, he caught his eyes trailing across her face, lingering on her flushed cheeks. She looked so cute and warm, Oliver wanted to hold them between his chilly hands. He inwardly slapped himself. No. Now was not the time for that. Shaking his shoulders he straightened himself, dropping the lit cigarette and crushing it beneath his shoe. He sighed, the last remaining cloud of smoke escaping, leaving his mouth and nostrils. He mumbled, "What a waste of a perfectly good stick..."
Unlatching his shades from his collar, he put them back on, finally turning his attention to the woman in front of him. The tatted man shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets in an attempt to warm them. He eyed her shivering form, disgruntled at the fact he didn't have a coat to give her. No matter the fact that having a jacket over the leather one she was already wearing might've been a bit odd. He pretended not to notice- or care for that matter.
"I'll follow you." He sighed wistfully, tilting his head. "I guess I'll have to keep my adoring fans waiting for a bit longer, just for you Bardales." With a wink, he made his way over to his yellow mechanical coach, throwing a casual two fingered salute over his shoulder.
Once he made it inside his car, his fingers wrapped against the steering wheel, an anxious excitement building in him. He didn't know what he was expecting. It's not like he was actually anticipating that she would even let him step foot in her home, but he was curious where a girl like her resided. Jerking his head, he turned the radio on, as well as the heater. A pleased. shiver ran down his spine as the chilliness from earlier ebbed away. Now that he was alone, in the safety of his window tinted car, he could actually feel himself relax. He was already pretty exhausted from the day, but he couldn't let up now. The time where he can truly relax is when he was in the four corners of his bedroom, his beloved curled up on his chest.
He sighed, chest heavy with yearning. Oliver started up the engine.
Unlatching his shades from his collar, he put them back on, finally turning his attention to the woman in front of him. The tatted man shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets in an attempt to warm them. He eyed her shivering form, disgruntled at the fact he didn't have a coat to give her. No matter the fact that having a jacket over the leather one she was already wearing might've been a bit odd. He pretended not to notice- or care for that matter.
"I'll follow you." He sighed wistfully, tilting his head. "I guess I'll have to keep my adoring fans waiting for a bit longer, just for you Bardales." With a wink, he made his way over to his yellow mechanical coach, throwing a casual two fingered salute over his shoulder.
Once he made it inside his car, his fingers wrapped against the steering wheel, an anxious excitement building in him. He didn't know what he was expecting. It's not like he was actually anticipating that she would even let him step foot in her home, but he was curious where a girl like her resided. Jerking his head, he turned the radio on, as well as the heater. A pleased. shiver ran down his spine as the chilliness from earlier ebbed away. Now that he was alone, in the safety of his window tinted car, he could actually feel himself relax. He was already pretty exhausted from the day, but he couldn't let up now. The time where he can truly relax is when he was in the four corners of his bedroom, his beloved curled up on his chest.
He sighed, chest heavy with yearning. Oliver started up the engine.
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Hearing him mumble about the cigarette, Victoria couldn't help but roll her eyes. She hated those stupid cancer sticks and she knew she always would. She did, however, nod as he stated he would follow her. She figured that was the best choice, granted she didn't want him to know where she actually resided. She didn't particularly live anywhere lavish. How could she when she was running away from her father and the money he had. Everything she had was money she worked for, well that and what her mother left her before... that happened.
Fake gagging at what Oliver said next, she let out a soft laugh before she taunted him. "Alrighty. Try to keep up, Shades." She said playfully, fully intending on making his life difficult by going as fast as she could. Unlocking her GT-R from a distance, she hurriedly ran over to it, sitting in the comfort of her red bucket seats. Releasing a deep sigh, she tucked her face into her jacket for a second, closing her eyes. She couldn't exactly pin point why her heart was racing. She shouldn't be excited to be with Oliver. She knew that.
"We're not doing this again, Nina," She whispered to herself before she set her bag on her passenger seat, putting her foot on the break as she started her car, the beauty of it roaring to life and catching the attention of everyone around. It had that affect on people. Smiling, she connected her Apple Carplay before turning up the radio, putting on the most upbeat playlist before she put the car into drive and peeled out of the parking spot. Stopping in front of the yellow Camero, she grinned at Ozzie and waved before she lurched forward, giggling to herself as she navigated to the highway. Once they were both on the ramp, then the real fun began.
Giving her car a little more power, she sped off, hitting 75 mph in a matter of seconds, and she had no intention of slowing down. Being pulled over was never an issue for her. Even if she did, she could always get her way out of it. That's what the Florentino name did around here, even if her family no longer ruled this city. Glancing in her rearview mirror, she was shocked to see Oliver was able to keep up with her. "Interesting. Catch me if you can, Ollie."
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As they raced their way through the city, they passed through the major skylines downtown. She lived in a small loft in the area, not really a high rise but enough for her. Finally making it to her street, she looked back in the mirror and laughed to herself when she saw Oliver making his way down the street from a distance. Once he was behind her, she entered into the underground parking garage, making sure he made it in before she reverse parked in her designated spot, releasing the air from her bags on the car as it slowly began to sink back to the ground as she did. Once it was off, she took off her heart shaped steering wheel and stepped out of the car, shutting the door and locking it before she waited for Oliver to park in the visitors spot across from her.
When he didn't seem to move, she walked up to his window and leaned over, knocking on the glass, noting how tinted they were. "C'mon, Shades. Can't leave you here unattended." Stepping away from his door, she let him get out before shoving both hands into her jacket, leading him to the elevator that took them up to the 10th floor. Crazy how this wasn't even the highest but once they were off, she unlocked her door to her loft and walked in, taking her shoes off by the door and putting on house slippers before walking further in, throwing her keys on the entry table. "Shoes off, por favor. Don't like dust in my home."
After that, she disappeared into her room, grabbing her white duffel bag from her closet and tossing it on her bed so she could start packing. A shame I have to leave this place for a bit.
"Anything in the kitchen is up for grabs if you want," She yelled out from her room.
Fake gagging at what Oliver said next, she let out a soft laugh before she taunted him. "Alrighty. Try to keep up, Shades." She said playfully, fully intending on making his life difficult by going as fast as she could. Unlocking her GT-R from a distance, she hurriedly ran over to it, sitting in the comfort of her red bucket seats. Releasing a deep sigh, she tucked her face into her jacket for a second, closing her eyes. She couldn't exactly pin point why her heart was racing. She shouldn't be excited to be with Oliver. She knew that.
"We're not doing this again, Nina," She whispered to herself before she set her bag on her passenger seat, putting her foot on the break as she started her car, the beauty of it roaring to life and catching the attention of everyone around. It had that affect on people. Smiling, she connected her Apple Carplay before turning up the radio, putting on the most upbeat playlist before she put the car into drive and peeled out of the parking spot. Stopping in front of the yellow Camero, she grinned at Ozzie and waved before she lurched forward, giggling to herself as she navigated to the highway. Once they were both on the ramp, then the real fun began.
Giving her car a little more power, she sped off, hitting 75 mph in a matter of seconds, and she had no intention of slowing down. Being pulled over was never an issue for her. Even if she did, she could always get her way out of it. That's what the Florentino name did around here, even if her family no longer ruled this city. Glancing in her rearview mirror, she was shocked to see Oliver was able to keep up with her. "Interesting. Catch me if you can, Ollie."
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As they raced their way through the city, they passed through the major skylines downtown. She lived in a small loft in the area, not really a high rise but enough for her. Finally making it to her street, she looked back in the mirror and laughed to herself when she saw Oliver making his way down the street from a distance. Once he was behind her, she entered into the underground parking garage, making sure he made it in before she reverse parked in her designated spot, releasing the air from her bags on the car as it slowly began to sink back to the ground as she did. Once it was off, she took off her heart shaped steering wheel and stepped out of the car, shutting the door and locking it before she waited for Oliver to park in the visitors spot across from her.
When he didn't seem to move, she walked up to his window and leaned over, knocking on the glass, noting how tinted they were. "C'mon, Shades. Can't leave you here unattended." Stepping away from his door, she let him get out before shoving both hands into her jacket, leading him to the elevator that took them up to the 10th floor. Crazy how this wasn't even the highest but once they were off, she unlocked her door to her loft and walked in, taking her shoes off by the door and putting on house slippers before walking further in, throwing her keys on the entry table. "Shoes off, por favor. Don't like dust in my home."
After that, she disappeared into her room, grabbing her white duffel bag from her closet and tossing it on her bed so she could start packing. A shame I have to leave this place for a bit.
"Anything in the kitchen is up for grabs if you want," She yelled out from her room.
Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
His Camaro now safely parked, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, a smile of disbelief on his face. A buzzing starting from his fingertips thrummed up Ollie's arm, adrenaline almost leaving him breathless. When Winter had first sped off, shock was an understatement from what he felt. He nearly almost lost sight of her a few times, narrowly missing hitting a few cars on his way. Well, at least now he could see how she beat Cody, even if this wasn't;t necessarily a race track. He shivered to think what she would be like in an actual competition.
He blinked, a sudden knock on his window breaking him out of his stupor. In a flurry, he quickly followed her out, legs wobbly as he shuffled after her, the beep of his car resounding after him.
Nodding his assent, he toed his shoes off, the chilled marbled floor meeting his socked feet. Taking off is glasses, he let out a low whistle, eyes roaming the area. It was quite a nice place, he had to admit. Perfect place for one person. It had to have costed a pretty penny. Though, judging from how she was a racer- it didn't surprise him. The car must've costed a fortune. He made his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge for his inspection. Humming, he eyed the fruit. He wasn't all that hungry, but an apple sounded nice after a good whiskey. Grabbing a green apple, he took a knife, cutting it in half, before closing the fridge. He took a bite, leaving the other half of the apple on the counter. The sour, crispness of the fruit encased his mouth, a pleased hum rumbling from him as he licked the juice off of his lips.
Taking another crunch, he called out with his mouth full, "Gotta suck leaving this place huh?" He chuckled, swallowing " 'Least now you won't be so lonely." He leaned against the counter as he waited.
He blinked, a sudden knock on his window breaking him out of his stupor. In a flurry, he quickly followed her out, legs wobbly as he shuffled after her, the beep of his car resounding after him.
Nodding his assent, he toed his shoes off, the chilled marbled floor meeting his socked feet. Taking off is glasses, he let out a low whistle, eyes roaming the area. It was quite a nice place, he had to admit. Perfect place for one person. It had to have costed a pretty penny. Though, judging from how she was a racer- it didn't surprise him. The car must've costed a fortune. He made his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge for his inspection. Humming, he eyed the fruit. He wasn't all that hungry, but an apple sounded nice after a good whiskey. Grabbing a green apple, he took a knife, cutting it in half, before closing the fridge. He took a bite, leaving the other half of the apple on the counter. The sour, crispness of the fruit encased his mouth, a pleased hum rumbling from him as he licked the juice off of his lips.
Taking another crunch, he called out with his mouth full, "Gotta suck leaving this place huh?" He chuckled, swallowing " 'Least now you won't be so lonely." He leaned against the counter as he waited.
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Victoria peeked her head out of her door, glancing towards the kitchen as she pouted at Oliver. "Lonely? Me? Never." She said before she went back inside her room, grabbing all the necessary items from clothes to shoes. Walking out to the living room, she threw her duffle bag on the couch before she walked to her bathroom, turning on the lights and grabbing her travel bag from the cabinet. "Also, swallow your food before you talk. No one wants to hear you with your mouth full." That's something she always told him, even when they were little.
After grabbing all her skin care items, hair care items and everything else, she walked out with the bag and threw it into her duffle bag as well, zipping it up before letting out a deep sigh, looking around her loft before she looked at Oliver over her shoulder, a sad expression on her face. It was nice while it lasted. "Well, I'm ready when you are. I'll let you lead the way this time." She told him, grabbing her bags. It was then she noticed her gold ring she always wore from her mom was missing. Gasping, she dropped her bags staring at her hand before she looked around. "Dios mio. Shit shit shit."
Pacing around her loft, she lost herself in thought as that ugly gnawing in her chest began eating away at her. If she didn't find this ring, her life might as well be over. That was the last thing she had of her mother. Scurrying back into her room, she tore her closet apart, the bed, dug through the drawers from her dresser. "Santa maria, por favor," She whispered to herself, walking back to the living room and biting her lip, lost in thought. There was a chance she lost it here, but there was also a chance she lost it at the club. That's the last place she wanted it to be.
"Did you see a ring anywhere by chance?" She asked, looking up at him with a panicked expression, looking straight into those blue eyes.
After grabbing all her skin care items, hair care items and everything else, she walked out with the bag and threw it into her duffle bag as well, zipping it up before letting out a deep sigh, looking around her loft before she looked at Oliver over her shoulder, a sad expression on her face. It was nice while it lasted. "Well, I'm ready when you are. I'll let you lead the way this time." She told him, grabbing her bags. It was then she noticed her gold ring she always wore from her mom was missing. Gasping, she dropped her bags staring at her hand before she looked around. "Dios mio. Shit shit shit."
Pacing around her loft, she lost herself in thought as that ugly gnawing in her chest began eating away at her. If she didn't find this ring, her life might as well be over. That was the last thing she had of her mother. Scurrying back into her room, she tore her closet apart, the bed, dug through the drawers from her dresser. "Santa maria, por favor," She whispered to herself, walking back to the living room and biting her lip, lost in thought. There was a chance she lost it here, but there was also a chance she lost it at the club. That's the last place she wanted it to be.
"Did you see a ring anywhere by chance?" She asked, looking up at him with a panicked expression, looking straight into those blue eyes.
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Lost: Marbles
He rolled his eyes, a pleasant smile on his face. For some reason, what she said send an ache through Oliver's chest, though he couldn't pin-point why. He decided to ignore it. He set his apple down on the counter, stalking slowly closer to where Winter was so he could hear her better.
Oliver tilted his head, arms crossing as he watched her flit around in a frenzy. What was she doing? Did she take some sorta drug without him noticing? Ah, she lost something. A ring? He hadn't noticed her wearing one before. Humming, he languidly prowled around the area, inspecting the floor for any sign of the jewelry. Ollie tried to remember which steps she had taken, following along that path. His eyes flit from place to place, going down onto the floor- body laid flat against it- to check under the couch. He furrowed his brows. He didn't see a flash of gold anywhere. Then again- he supposed a small ring was hard to find in itself.
Huffing, he got up with a grunt, brushing his hands off. Maybe it slipped off when she came in? The tattooed man made his way back to the front door, eyeing the ground the whole way. Still nothing. His eyes trailed over to where her keys lay, shifting them to the side. Aha! There it was! A gold heart shaped ring. A small quirk of a smile on his lips. It was quite pretty. It was so charming it was almost like he-
Furrowing his brows, he picked it up. A precious looking thing looked odd sitting on his rigid palm. He held it between his index and thumb, raising it closer and higher, shifting it slightly so he could get a better look. He didn't remember quite a lot of physical details about Victoria from his past, but he could swear she wore a ring just like this. He remembered whenever he held her hand, the feeling of the cold metal pressed against his flesh. His arm lowered, turning to look at Winter with a perplexed expression. "I uh... found it."
Oliver tilted his head, arms crossing as he watched her flit around in a frenzy. What was she doing? Did she take some sorta drug without him noticing? Ah, she lost something. A ring? He hadn't noticed her wearing one before. Humming, he languidly prowled around the area, inspecting the floor for any sign of the jewelry. Ollie tried to remember which steps she had taken, following along that path. His eyes flit from place to place, going down onto the floor- body laid flat against it- to check under the couch. He furrowed his brows. He didn't see a flash of gold anywhere. Then again- he supposed a small ring was hard to find in itself.
Huffing, he got up with a grunt, brushing his hands off. Maybe it slipped off when she came in? The tattooed man made his way back to the front door, eyeing the ground the whole way. Still nothing. His eyes trailed over to where her keys lay, shifting them to the side. Aha! There it was! A gold heart shaped ring. A small quirk of a smile on his lips. It was quite pretty. It was so charming it was almost like he-
Furrowing his brows, he picked it up. A precious looking thing looked odd sitting on his rigid palm. He held it between his index and thumb, raising it closer and higher, shifting it slightly so he could get a better look. He didn't remember quite a lot of physical details about Victoria from his past, but he could swear she wore a ring just like this. He remembered whenever he held her hand, the feeling of the cold metal pressed against his flesh. His arm lowered, turning to look at Winter with a perplexed expression. "I uh... found it."
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Victoria was almost in full panic mode the longer she spent trying to find her ring. Not having it on her finger or in her sights was worse than death itself. Considering her mom wasn’t here in the world anymore, this was the only thing she had that remained with her. Losing this was like losing part of her soul and as she continued to scurry about the lift trying to find it, she paid no mind to Oliver who was also helping her by doing the same. His voice snapped her out of her panic, drawing all of her attention over to him as the words that left his mouth replayed over and over in her head. He found it.
Quickly making her way over to him at the door, she grasped the ring from his hand, smiling so brightly as she stared at it in her palm before slipping it on to her ring finger on her left hand. “Gracias a dios. Thank you so much.” She whispered to him, looking up at him as she noticed his perplexed expression. She herself was confused as to why he had such a face, blinking as she tilted her head. “Estas bien?” She asked him, her movements and tone of voice still the same as ever. “Earth to Ozzie. You okay?”
She always hated the silence, hating that not a word was uttered therefore leaving her victim to her thoughts. What could possibly be troubling the mafia man currently standing at the front door of her loft? Why could he possibly be staring at her with such an expression? Worry began building in her chest as the many possibilities filtered secretly through her mind. Oh my god. Does he remember the ring? There’s no way, right? He never looked at it that hard when we were younger. Right? Biting down on her lip, she left the silence alone for once. “Oliver?”
Quickly making her way over to him at the door, she grasped the ring from his hand, smiling so brightly as she stared at it in her palm before slipping it on to her ring finger on her left hand. “Gracias a dios. Thank you so much.” She whispered to him, looking up at him as she noticed his perplexed expression. She herself was confused as to why he had such a face, blinking as she tilted her head. “Estas bien?” She asked him, her movements and tone of voice still the same as ever. “Earth to Ozzie. You okay?”
She always hated the silence, hating that not a word was uttered therefore leaving her victim to her thoughts. What could possibly be troubling the mafia man currently standing at the front door of her loft? Why could he possibly be staring at her with such an expression? Worry began building in her chest as the many possibilities filtered secretly through her mind. Oh my god. Does he remember the ring? There’s no way, right? He never looked at it that hard when we were younger. Right? Biting down on her lip, she left the silence alone for once. “Oliver?”
Caffeine_Obsessed
Lost: Marbles
Oliver couldn't stop his mind from racing, the previous thoughts of this stranger being his Victoria coming back in full force. The once dull ache in his chest grew, a mix of worry and relief rising in his heart. He couldn't stop staring. His jaw opened, but nothing came out. No. He was overreacting. This ring couldn't have possibly been the same as that girl from so long ago. He was probably just trying to connect any thoughts he possibly could to bring Victoria back. His jaw closed, mouth gone dry from being exposed to the air for so long. When could he accept that that girl was gone?
A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth, a speck of uncertainty making it stiff. "Just... haven't seen you smile like that yet in my presence." He laughed, straightening himself up. A pang of longing disappointment stabbed through him, which he pointedly ignored. He licked his lips, "Glad to know you don't hate me eh?" He situated himself by the door, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. It was time to bring his defenses back up. Any thoughts on Vicci were only going to hurt him more. He was supposed to have gotten over it by now.
His Index finger tapped anxiously against his arm. "Ya done yet? Think it's about time we start headin' out now." He smiled, tapping his stomach, "The ol' belly bear's gonna start actin' up soon." That saying never got old no matter his age. He evidently turned chin to the door, concealing a frown he couldn't tamper down on his face so she wouldn't notice.
A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth, a speck of uncertainty making it stiff. "Just... haven't seen you smile like that yet in my presence." He laughed, straightening himself up. A pang of longing disappointment stabbed through him, which he pointedly ignored. He licked his lips, "Glad to know you don't hate me eh?" He situated himself by the door, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. It was time to bring his defenses back up. Any thoughts on Vicci were only going to hurt him more. He was supposed to have gotten over it by now.
His Index finger tapped anxiously against his arm. "Ya done yet? Think it's about time we start headin' out now." He smiled, tapping his stomach, "The ol' belly bear's gonna start actin' up soon." That saying never got old no matter his age. He evidently turned chin to the door, concealing a frown he couldn't tamper down on his face so she wouldn't notice.
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Victoria was stunned to say the least. She didn’t know what to say after what the tattooed man before her just said. It made her heart skip a beat in her chest, her chest aching. She so desperately wanted to in that moment reach out to him and hold his face in her hands, like she did that last day before their fated end. She wanted to blurt out that she was Victoria. That she was here and that she missed him so much. She wanted things to go back to how they once were. She missed having someone in her life. She missed him.
No. What are you even thinking right now? He left you. We don’t need him. You’re Winter now, remember? Victoria is dead and so are those feelings we once had. Get it together.
Biting her lip, Victoria simply nodded, not knowing how to respond to anything Oliver said. However, she did know her walls needed to come back up. She hated the man standing in her loft. He abandoned her and never returned. He got so close and broke down all her walls just to break her apart. Having people in your life wasn’t a thing for people in this world. Papa always said at the end of the day, you only needed yourself. Not even blood could you trust. Letting out such a weak smile, her mind sent her straight back to a time when she was twelve, her and Oliver at San Antonio park like always. His stomach grumbling as she they laid on the slide, Victoria laughing, Oliver saying that stupid line present day him just said. Glad to know some things never change.
The weak smile quickly left as Victoria nodded, turning around so he couldn’t see the singular tear that fell down her face. This decision was going to be the death of her, one way or another. She just knew it would kill her. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let me grab my stuff.” She said weakly, going back to the living room where she grabbed everything before coming back to the door and slipping her sneakers back on. When she was set, she grabbed her keys and looked back one more time, taking her loft in. She really was going to miss this place. It was a nice escape while it lasted but for someone like her, nothing was forever. Looking back at Oliver, she had a few more tears in her eyes. Quickly reaching up to wipe them away, she pushed past him and opened the door. “C’mon, Shades. I also could use something to eat.”
No. What are you even thinking right now? He left you. We don’t need him. You’re Winter now, remember? Victoria is dead and so are those feelings we once had. Get it together.
Biting her lip, Victoria simply nodded, not knowing how to respond to anything Oliver said. However, she did know her walls needed to come back up. She hated the man standing in her loft. He abandoned her and never returned. He got so close and broke down all her walls just to break her apart. Having people in your life wasn’t a thing for people in this world. Papa always said at the end of the day, you only needed yourself. Not even blood could you trust. Letting out such a weak smile, her mind sent her straight back to a time when she was twelve, her and Oliver at San Antonio park like always. His stomach grumbling as she they laid on the slide, Victoria laughing, Oliver saying that stupid line present day him just said. Glad to know some things never change.
The weak smile quickly left as Victoria nodded, turning around so he couldn’t see the singular tear that fell down her face. This decision was going to be the death of her, one way or another. She just knew it would kill her. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let me grab my stuff.” She said weakly, going back to the living room where she grabbed everything before coming back to the door and slipping her sneakers back on. When she was set, she grabbed her keys and looked back one more time, taking her loft in. She really was going to miss this place. It was a nice escape while it lasted but for someone like her, nothing was forever. Looking back at Oliver, she had a few more tears in her eyes. Quickly reaching up to wipe them away, she pushed past him and opened the door. “C’mon, Shades. I also could use something to eat.”
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