ᴏᴀᴋʟᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪʟʟᴏ was discovered at fourteen years old, being praised as a musical prodigy by the media ever since. His fame had only increased until now. At nineteen old, he's the most remarkable musician of his age, and he's only getting started. At...
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"Who's that? Is it Ocean?" Maria asked, an eager grin on her face as she pretended to look over my shoulder. I was gonna have to change his name in my phone now.
"Yeah," I said, reading through the messages to filter out whatever was important. Most of it were 'I miss you's, sent about once every half hour starting from around 4 AM. And then there were a few messages saying he's excited for our date tomorrow morning.
You: Do you even sleep at all?
Oakley: Sleep is iverrrated anyway
Oakley: Where have you been? I've missed u
I watched over my shoulder to make sure no one was peeping, but everyone seemed to be conversing with one another, while I was stuck looking at my phone.
You: Asleep, like any normal person would be
I missed you too though
Oakley: Will I see you tomorrow morning?
You: Yeah, I'll see you then. I'll talk to you later, okay? Will you be okay for now?
Oakley: As long as you don't forgrt about me
You: I won't. If anything is wrong, text me, ok?
When I finally did get home later that afternoon, I was immediately bombarded with Oakley who was continuously ringing up my phone the moment I texted him I was there. I let it ring until I got to take off my shoes and get to my room, so I could give him my full attention. Though somewhere I knew it would annoy him a little.
"You're mean," he said once I finally did pick up.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, the corners of my lips twitching up.
"I think I just wrote a very potent album. Want a snippet?"
Before I could even say anything, the background music started getting louder, and he was singing to me over the phone. He didn't seem to have a full set of lyrics yet, so parts were a faint murmuring. But just the way he sang and the way he played the guitar made my stomach do these funny flips.
