Page 53 of Magic or Madness

I’ll be thinking of you in that magnetic fucking dress all night.

You’re my Goddess, and every time I think about you and I in the club I get hard all over again. Tomorrow, it’s until the sun comes up, no mercy, and that is a promise.

Enjoy your wine, chocolates, and time with your friends.

I love you, Bambi

? - Ozzy

Just as I suspected,it’s filthy, and I love every word he scribbled on the page.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have read that, Mick.” I laugh, and she rolls her eyes in a not-so-subtle way.

Ever since I met Ozzy, she’s been cold toward me, and I can’t pinpoint why. Sure, it’s natural for friends to be weary, or even worry, but she’s taken this to levels that I didn’t expect. Ozzy is a good man, and he goes to extra lengths to keep a smile permanently painted on my face.

“What dress?” Rae raises her eyebrows, and I show them a few pictures from the club.

“Jesus Christ, Fal, you look hot!” Rae smiles, scrolling through the photos we took, and the selfies I managed before we left.

“Ozzy bought the dress, too.” I wink, and their eyes widen in shock.

“He shops for you? He spoils the shit out of you, oh my god, I love it.” Rae grabs a bottle of wine from the goodie box, planting herself on the couch.

“Club sex? Who are you, and what have you done with the real Fallon?” Mick isn’t as impressed, and the look on her face is bringing my mood down.

I roll my eyes and leave her question unanswered, uninterested in playing her game or entertaining her attitude.It’s been made clear that she loathes Ozzy, and our relationship, anything more is just her beating a dead horse.

Rae and I toast our bottles of wine, and she presses play on a rom-com, while Mick reluctantly opens the chocolates and joins us on the couch.

The white wine goes down smoothly, and we’re all laughing at the movie, finally getting along when the topic doesn’t have to do with me.

I catch up on the gossip, which is usually something I love, but tonight feels superficial.

Most of the people we gossip about are irrelevant to our daily lives, and I find myself wishing I was studying Italian, or talking about something more interesting than the lives of strangers.

Just as I attempt to change the subject, there’s another knock on the door, and I volunteer to answer.

To my surprise, it’s Oliver, and suddenly, the world feels like it’s crashing around me. If he’s here, and not on the job, that has to mean something went wrong.

Something happened to Ozzy.

My lungs feel like they’ve collapsed, I can’t catch a breath, and my heart rate has skyrocketed. I can feel the thudding in my chest, the sound echoing through my brain as all other thoughts have escaped.

“Oliver? What happened?” The words spill out, but they don’t sound like they’re coming from me.

My voice shakes, almost like a squeak, but the man in front of me keeps his calm and collected demeanor.

“He’s fine, Fallon. He said to tell you that before anything else,” he rushes to say, but I’m not convinced.

I feared this would happen, something would go wrong and I’d be left to pick up the pieces, but there’s no panic on Oliver’s face. There’s nothing urgent about his tone, or emotion hidingbehind his eyes, so I choose to believe him. If Oliver says Ozzy is alright, then I believe him.

“Why are you here, then?”

“Everything okay, Fal?” Mick yells, and I give her a thumbs up, slipping into the hallway and closing the door behind me.

“We need your help,” he says quietly, and I glance around the hallway, ensuring we’re alone.

Since the boys broke into the apartment across the hall, people have been weary, and this is not the time to get caught up in a nosey neighbor situation.

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