Disclaimer: Unfortunately I dont own Oliver or Seth...and more fortunately I dont own the others either.
A/n: This is another one of my Oliver fics, but now it has more people in it.
It's a race against time; can they get to Marissa in time, or will Oliver finally take her somewhere where no one can get her?
Everyone has a problem.
It's just a matter of how you see it.
That's what Oliver Trask told himself. That's what he believed.
He wasn't a freak, he wasn't crazy. He just had a problem, just like everyone else.
So when he did what he did, he didn't think it was wrong.
It was how he dealt with his problem; just like everyone else.
"Oliver!" Her voice was muffled by the oak door. "Oliver, it's me!"
He heard her voice change. A note of panic entered and wormed its way through every letter spilled from her beautiful lips...
Watching her through the curved lens of the peep-hole. Studying her breasts, her hips...the frown transform her beautiful face.
He hated that look...but he knew it got results.
The tears began and she pounded on the door even harder. "Oliver!"
He opened the door, a smile plastered on his face. "Howdy...hey, what's wrong?"
She punched him playfully then gave him a hug.
His hand on the small of her back, her breath on his neck...
"Don't do that to me!" She broke the hug and leant back a little, concern playing her serious eyes.
"Hey, sorry. I was listening to music...I didn't expect you to come."
"Of course I'd come! You didn't think I'd just leave you here, did you?"
He loved that she cared. That he made her care. Inventing stories, bringing his lies to life... manipulating her to see just how much she cared. And it worked. She came running every time. As though she thought he was in danger; and to her, he was.
She was so stubborn and so oblivious...
Oliver looked down, playing the part of the teenager embarrassed to find someone interested in his problems. "Sorry, Marissa. I didn't...I just didn't...think. You know?"
"Hey," she insisted, "It's okay. I'm just glad you're okay. Do you want to tell me what was going on before?"
Half an hour ago Oliver had called her, with his voice slurred and slow, and told her that he didn't want to do this anymore. Asked her if she cared, yelled and screamed and all that other depression stuff. In his mind Oliver was pleased that he had this much power over her...he could make her do anything, he deduced, just by putting himself in danger.
But in his heart...he forced those feelings quiet. Long ago his head had won the battle of reason.
He shut the door behind her as she walked inside.
Ch. 2 up soon! Please review!! Im going through a Seth/Oliver phase atm, but i'll get back to my LO:CI fic soon. - tash