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Oakley was flyin' all around the world, meetin' his fans and shiit. When he returned to London, to his mandem, to his studio and everythin' he was supposed to have here, he heard 'bout you-People were sayin' that you wanted to meet Central so much that you were flyin' everywhere he did but you never met him somehow.
So he decided to met with you 'cause why not? It was supposed to be normal fan meetin'-Talkin', takin' pictures and shiit.
But when y'all finally talked 'bout where y'all are supposed to met and he waited for you, you showed up with somethin'. Most of his fans were givin' him drawnings and similiar things like that but you? You get on another level.
You gave him the gift-It was silver chain with diamonds that you made completely alone. Your dad sell diamonds, sit in this business and you got one of the most expensive and unique diamonds for chain that you were makin' for Oakley-pink diamonds.
Oakley's jaw dropped as he saw the chain, there was also his name. He couldn't belive that someone who he never talked to made somethin' like that for him. "Oh god." He whispered under his breath and without sayin' anythin' more, he wrapped arms around your shoulders, pullin' you into hug.