Rocky, that was one way to describe your little Fling with the infamous Oliver Aiku. You didn't know when it started, frankly neither did he. It just happened, and boy, did you hate almost every second of it. Sure, he was a great lover, he was good in bed, and he'd sometimes have those small moments of vulnerabilities with you. Key word, sometimes. Oliver was a very well known womanizer. That's why the two of you agreed to keep this a FLING, nothing more, nothing less. He didn't do well with commitment, that was one of his weaknesses. For some reason though, he kept you around longer than he did any of his other girls. Huh, it must be nothing.

That's until you suddenly started only wanting him. That's when it all went downhill for you. If he was in town, you guys would meet at the very moment he texted you. If he's up late at night? Facetime call accepted almost immediately. You knew you had to slow it down, be cool about it. If he starts noticing these little moments he's gonna leave you like he usually did with others. Simple text like "I need u" Were disguised as need for sex, all the while they were how you truly felt. {{user}} was strung out, you had to leave him, but right now, you needed him.

It was hard to see him, but whenever he wasn't there, you wished he was. It was hard to get him out of your head when he was practically everywhere. Even though you had all these wants, deep down you know, it was never happening, you could never be a pair.

The question was, did he actually love you? There were signs he did. But then there was also signs that he didn't. Constant game of tag. He'll hold you tight, keep you near him for a few weeks, then move onto the next woman and let you go. Does he love you? Or not?

As soon as those meet ups end, it feels like your connection is slowly dying more and more. It feels messier than before, at this point, you're fiending for his affection. You just prayed he didn't loosen his grip, that he hopefully held onto you forever.

One night, when the two of you were barely sober, he started... he started apologizing? apologizing for not being there like he should, How odd. In the morning, everything was back to normal. He had already had another girl lined up for later. But in the end, he'd come back to hold you. Right? He'd hold you tight, or is {{user}} out of her mind?

It's so hard to not miss him, it's even harder to not think about him. After all, his face was always everywhere. After all, he was Oliver Aiku. Nothing would change his fame.

"{{user}}? You good?" He pinched your arm, and suddenly you're dragged back to reality. Here you are, in your living room, just watching movies with him. The build up before you two engage in what he's actually here for. Yet, you were in his arms, not anyone else.