𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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{2.5}
" Good Ol' Miguel "
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Ollie was having a very weird day. So finding Derek Hale in Stiles's bedroom was really not helping his headache.
"I'm taking Lydia Martin to the dance! Which is fine and all, because I like Lydia, but I also feel like Katrin is actually going to murder-" his rant was cut off by a surprised yell when he saw Derek standing in the corner of Stiles's room, as shirtless and brooding as ever.
Ollie blanched, his stitches seeming to sting, although it was probably from the chlorine more than anything. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Hey Ollie!"
The boy's head whipped to the side as Stiles jumped to his feet, a very confused looking Danny sitting behind him. Ollie grew more confused by the second, his head whipping between Danny and Derek, both of whom looked like they would rather be anywhere else.
He sighed. "Okay, I've had a really bad day, so if someone doesn't explain what's going on in three seconds, someonne is going to get punched-" he pointed to Stiles. "And it will probably be you."
In response, Stiles scrambled over, grabbing Ollie so that they could face the opposite direction. "You know how Allison and Katrin got those mysterious text's the night at the school?"
Ollie nodded, annoyed at the fact that Stiles's over-excitement when it comes things like this, something that he would have previously found annoying, was now just overwhelmingly endearing. "Yeah, what about it?"
"I'm trying to get Danny to track them." Stiles smiled, "I'm actually really glad you're here-" his voice trailed off slightly. "Why is your shirt wet?"
Ollie responded by grabbing a fistful of the fabric, pulling it away from his skin with a loud sucking sound. "I went swimming earlier."
"Do you want to... borrow a shirt?"
Oliver's eyes narrowed at Stiles. "Why do I feel like you have some sort of ulterior motive?"
"You know me so well."
"Jokes on you. I can hang out in my uncomfortably wet shirt."
"That actually works too-" Stiles's voice was cut off when Ollie shoved him, "why the hell is Der-"
"Miguel!" Stiles cut him off, gesturing to Derek, who was currently wearing one of Stiles's brightly colored shirts... that was about a million sizes too small for him. Ollie wanted to laugh at the scene, but didn't know if it would be appropriate. Stiles gestured to Ollie. "You remember my friend Ollie, right? You guys previously bonded over your shared love for the Spanish language."
