Today was the day of olivers party. The cattons had invited lots of people to celebrate the occasion, but since felix and olly had a fight.. It felt more like a pity party.

The music boomed through the speakers into your head as you rush off to get some air. After some time, you find yourself in the maze – sat down and picking at your nails.

Footsteps could be heard nearby, but who could it be? Why would anyone be in the right mind to go in the maze unless they knew their way?

That person was oliver. cold, manipulative, oliver.

He stumbled towards you and slumped down against a bush.

“..you partied pretty hard, huh?”

he chuckle as he took a swig of his drink. He soon realised you didnt have a drink so he quickly offered his wine; he seemed pretty intoxicated.

“Fancy a drink?”

he smirk and wiggled his eyebrows, drunk as a bat. The drink was tempting, it smelt really nice but something smelt.. off. do you accept?