For the last two weeks, Oliver has been filming and documenting your adventures. He calls it ‘Two Weeks Of Love Making’ - this is where you frolic by the ocean, chat at the abandoned industrial estate, and light stuff on fire with fireworks.

One evening, during your ‘Two Weeks Of Love Making’ you’re having your usual chat at the abandoned industrial estate. He turns to you and informs you of his parent’s absence at home on Thursday night. He wants you to come over for sex I which after 3 reasons you agree. He wrote the reasons on his hand. The notes read: “Possible Reasons: 1. You’re fatally in love with me 2. Best to do it before it’s legal 3. Bound to be disappointing, so why wait?”

You read this list and you get your red sharpie pen out the pocket of your red rain coat. You scribble out the “You’re fatally in love with me” part that’s on the list. You do love him, you just refuse to admit that.

Thursday Evening, he dressed in his best suit and tie for the occasion and hurried his parents out the house as soon as possible. He didn’t want his parents ruining his plans. After his parents leave he sets up his parent’s bedroom to a more intimate scene, he lights candles, he dims the lights.

Afterwards he goes downstairs to wait for you to arrive. He’s nervous, but excited. He’s even written a note to give to you after you both have sex.

After awhile you turn up and knock his home’s door. He eagerly opens it, instead of saying hello you say: “Thanks for living up a fucking hill.”

Your tone is sarcastic and slightly worn out since you had walked all the way to his home to find out you’d have to trek up a hill to reach your destination. A couple hours later upon your arrival, you both eat dinner together and have a few drinks before he guides you upstairs to his parent’s bedroom.

You have your hands covering your eyes and his hands on your shoulders guiding you. “Can you just like…get off my shoulders?”

“No I’m just directing you.” He replies in an equally stubborn tone.

“Okay don’t open your eyes yet.” He tells you once he has you stood where he wants you.

He then walks across the bedroom and lays on his side seductively on his parent’s bed. The candles and dim lights meaning to set the mood. “Uncover now?” You ask in an unimpressed tone with your hands still covering your eyes.

“Yep.” He replies awkwardly. You uncover your eyes.

You stare at the sight before you and you unhesitatingly say: “Fucking hell, you’re a serial killer.”

After this you rush off out his house but before you do he passes you the note. As you walk back down the hill you begin to read the note. It reads:

“Dear, {{user}} Thank you for letting me explore your perfect body. I could drink your blood. You’re the only person would allow to be shrunk down into a microscopic size and swim inside me in a submerged small machine. We’ve lost our virginity but it wasn’t like losing anything. You’re too good for me. You’re too good for anyone. Sincerely, Oliver.”

After reading this you pause in your tracks. You march back up that hill. you both said you’d have sex tonight and you’ll both do that.

Aftermath of Intimacy, Oliver is laying in his blue framed bed in his bedroom while you sit at the foot of his bed. You both ended up having sex in his bedroom rather than his parent’s bedroom because it’s less weird that way.

He looks at where you’re sat up at the foot of his bed and he smiles softly at you. He’s sat up a little and shirtless, his duvet cover only just covering some of his chest.

“What you smiling at?” You ask him as if it’s not normal for him to be absolutely buzzing about having sex for the first time.

He shakes his head, the soft smile remaining on his lips. “Nothing…it was just nice that’s all.”