lost boy

Oliver chuckled softly and he shook his head, moving one of his hands to the back of his neck. “Not that many, believe it or not,” he responded and shrugged casually before looking over at her as she looked at him with a mischievous grin on her lips. “Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it any less though, now does it?” he asked and looked at her she wagged a finger at him playfully. 

One must always look their best, although that probably comes natural to you. The young male laughed and shook his head. “No, it doesn’t, trust me. You haven’t seen me in the morning,” he said and grinned, then shook his head. “I get it, but I’m certain you would look sharp if you didn’t wear it, too. Why wear something that you’re only in pain when wearing, you know?” he asked and looked at her, with a casual shrug of his shoulders. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you would look sharp, and beautiful, whether you wear heels or not.” 

“A little danger doesn’t always kill you though,” he spoke and grinned. Oliver had, since he was a little boy, always been quite adventurous. Oliver always loved to do things that maybe not everyone would think of as exciting. I just wanted to be sure since there are some parks and beaches that don’t really let them. He chuckled softly and shook his head. “Well, don’t worry, pets are allowed,” he spoke and grinned when she said count me in. “Awesome, I was thinking that we could do it this weekend? If the weather holds up of course.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow at her and laughed, shrugging his shoulders before he followed the dark-haired female as she had started to walk in her normal pace again. I’m much stronger than I look. “I don’t doubt that at all,” Oliver said and he chuckled as he looked over at the petite dark-haired female. He stuffed both of his hands into his jeans pockets, looking over at Azula before shrugging his shoulders casually. “So, why do you wear shoes like that?” he asked and looked at her with raised eyebrows before a laugh escaped the young male’s lips. “I mean, I know it’s not because they’re comfortable, because they are clearly not that. So, it must be something else that makes you want to wear it.” 

“Maybe,” Oliver spoke and shrugged causally. These infernal heels do a number on my legs. He looked at her when she stopped to massage her calf and he raised his eyebrows at her curiously. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked at her with a smug expression on his lips. “Why on Earth do you girls walk in shoes like that? I mean... They obviously hurt,” he said and narrowed his eyes a little as he nodded towards the shoes. “I have not seen that, I’ll admit,” he said and chuckled softly. Tilting his head a little to the side, he stepped in front of her before he turned his head and looked at her. “Get on, I’ll carry you there,” he spoke, nodding towards his back. “It’s not that far, after all.”

“I work at Ye Olde King’s Inn as a bartender,” he spoke and grinned widely, shrugging his shoulders casually. “And I’m a part time college student as well,” he said and grinned, the expression on his lips widened and as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. “What about you, princess?” 

“What can I say, I’m an odd person,” he spoke and smirked as he glanced over at the girl he was walking next to. Well, I am Azula and I am walking home. Oliver followed her move and stopped, grabbing her hand and turning it before lifting it to his mouth. leaning down, Oliver pressed a quick peck to the top of the hand. “Nice to meet you, Azula. I’m Oliver.” 

Oliver laughed and lifted his hands in the air, in a defensive manner but his lips showed a smile nonetheless. And how can you be so sure? “You can’t really be sure, but hey, that’s the whole point, isn’t it?” he spoke and grinned as he tilted his head a little to the side, keeping his brown eyes locked with the redhead in front of him. How big of a hike are we talking about because two miles is the most I will go on a hike. “Yeah, pets are welcome of course. It’s in the middle of the woods, love. And I’m sure it’s about two miles or something. Come on. I promise you, you won’t regret coming with.” 

“Don’t you worry, I’ll be more than able to keep up,” Oliver spoke and grinned widely, looking over at the girl next to him. Why you would go out of your way to follow a stranger is beyond me. Do tell, brown eyes. The grin on his lips widened and he shrugged his shoulders casually as he kept his eyes locked with the road ahead of them. “I don’t know, guess I’m just in a good mood,” he said and chuckled softly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Oliver was a good guy. “Besides, I don’t really have anything else I need to be doing, so... Why not follow a pretty lady like yourself wherever you need to go?” 

“Well, getting to a lake usually involves walking, and to this one, you kind of need to do a little bit of hiking,” he spoke smugly and looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Besides, where is the fun in driving there? The whole part of the trip is the nature surrounding you when you walk where you need to go. Besides, trust me, you’ll feel more accomplished and badass when you get there after a hike,” he said and shrugged casually as he leaned back and grabbed the cloth with his hand, using it on a couple of glasses that he had finished washing earlier. Fine, but I better not get hurt or you’ll be coming to my bar and tipping me big. Clapping his hands together excitedly, he rubbed them together and hummed as he leaned forward, “Oh, I’ll buy every drink on the menu if you get hurt, love. I promise.” 

“It’s not the hike you’re concerned about? Then, what is it?” Oliver asked and looked at the dark-haired girl with raised eyebrows and a soft smile on his lips. But if you’re going to be high energy the whole way there it’s not going to happen. “It’s not going to happen if I am all high energy? Wow, that’s a first actually. People usually enjoy my high energy mood, but you can’t please everyone, I suppose,” he said and laughed, shaking his head while a roll over his shoulders happened. “I will be honest with you, though, I can’t promise you anything. It’s going to have to be a risk you’ll have to take.”

Andrew was adopted when he was around eight years old, and he moved from London to New Orleans with his foster parents; who was Logan and Eleanor Reynolds; a couple who had struggled to get pregnant for years and in the end found out that adoption was their only chance if they wanted to have a baby. The only thing he knows about his real parents, is that their relationship was toxic and abusive, and that Oliver got taken out of there by the police and put into the foster system, because they both struggled with drugs and alcohol. It was a closed adoption, which meant that his parents wouldn’t be able to track him down and Andrew never found out who his real parents were. 

“Uhhh... Hey, are you... Are you okay?” Oliver narrowed his eyes a little and looked at the blonde who suddenly seemed to be freaking out in the middle of the bar. He had left the back of the bar counter and made his way over to where she was. Putting a hand on her shoulder, his usual smile had been replaced with a worried expression. “Do you need a glass of water?” God, was this chick tripping on something? There had been a couple of people who had taken shit before, and completely lost it on a night out, so who the fuck knows; he thought to himself, before looking over at the group of her friends, which she had entered the bar with earlier. “Come on, let me get you some water to drink...”

“Come on, be a little adventurous,” Oliver spoke and rolled his eyes at the words coming from the other as they sat on the opposite side of him in the bar that he worked at. Pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, he leaned against the counter after throwing the dirty piece of cloth onto his shoulder. “Honestly, it’s not that dangerous,” he said and rolled his eyes, though the smirk on his lips never once faltered. “I mean, it’s a bit of a hike, but I’ve been told that Lake Pontchartrain is supposed to be one of the most beautiful lakes closest to New Orleans.”