Ollie and Jac: Everything starts as a dream…
"HAHA! What song did you say your dream was to?"
Ollie glared at Greg, his eyes like fire, "Living the vida loca." He growled wishing he hadn't told the Irish jokester.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Greg was nearly crying with laughter by the time they got in the lift, teasing he began to torment Ollie, "Was she naked? Did you get scared!"
Ollie stared at Greg his eyes narrowing, "NO! She was naked! I mean she wasn't! Oh shut it Greg." He snapped, becoming frustrated.
"Someone's grumpy!" Greg harrumphed, offended.
"Sorry, didn't get much sleep." Suddenly Jac walks in to the lift wearing her bike suit Ollie tries not to look at her.
"And do you think I am going to let you into theatre yawning?" Jac said sarcastically, trying to annoy Ollie.
"I'm not that tired Miss Naylor." Ollie sighed, fed up with being put down.
"I need you to pick up Mrs Brakman's X-ray's, then, maybe you can sleep." Ollie thought he saw a slight smile before she exited the lift; he had always admired her smile, the way it spread across her face like a forest fire. If only she would take a second to just notice me… He thought but he decided that that would never happen; it did on New Year's Eve though…
Jac threw herself onto the bed, after a long day instead of going home to her flat shad to stay in the grotty on call room, where Michael Spence and about fifty nurses had been before. She laughed to herself, the one that only occurred when Joseph had said something that tickled her, she sighed and took off her top and marched into the bathroom…
Just knock for Christ's sake! March in there and tell her that she should respect you more!
"Here goes nothing!" Ollie whispered to himself, "Miss Naylor, I don't feel... OH! Sorry! I didn't- I'm sorry!" Jac had her top of and was trying to cover up, while Ollie blushed as pink a fuchsia.
"OLIVER!" Jac shouted, "GET OU..."
She didn't have time to tell him to go perv on someone else; he had already moved towards her and was kissing her…