Truly and dearly, Ollie was hooked.

Hooked on you. Your love. Your voice. Your sound. Your look. Your everything. In this stupid little blondes eyes; you’re perfect.

“Thoughts?” He asked, poking away at his breakfast. His green eyes stay zoned onto you; onto your eyes. He loves them. They’re perfect. He had tried asking the whole group what they thought you should do about the whole monster thing, but to Ollie, the only opinion that matters is yours.

Truly and dearly, Ollie was yours.