Oliver forgot about the lake. As soon as he got his baggie of substance, he returned to his room in the basement and put it with his other stash in his sock drawer.
He took out Bex's undies, smelled her scent for a good bit and stuck those in the sock drawer too.
Oliver didn't want to think about what Bex was doing with Dayton right now. Probably the unthinkable. Although, he couldn't stop thinking it. He just wished it was him instead of Dayton with Bex.
He knew Bex would think the worst of him if she knew about the underwear. Well, it was just a small memento for a very long night.
Oliver had spent the first part of it rearranging furniture. Then they'd watched Nowhere which was awful depressing and hilarious at the same time. Then they watched A very long Engagement in French. Hopefully, they guessed right about the ending. "Next time we'll watch it with the subtitles," she said. He would have watched it all over again if she'd wanted too right then. But they had a big gab about work. Who would be fired. How this clerk was treated or what the secretary did on her breaks. And did somebody really try to show him his butt out in the stacks. It went on and on. He knew who everyone Bex hated at work. Who she trusted. Who she didn't. "Actually, I just trust you," He couldn't let go of her smile. And thats when he'd told her, "You are the only one." He had to think a moment. They were talking about trust, weren't they? God, he hoped he'd remember to finish that sentence. He squinted hard and hit his head against the cement wall next to his bed. Just not too hard because he knew how hard the wall was. It was a small relief to hit his head against something.
Now it stung him like a wasp. What he'd said. The thought that she knew what he really wanted. He hurried to light up. Something to forget the pain. Not think so much about the scars, or even her. He just wanted everything to be fuzzy. He freaking knew none of this would go away.