theirs- an assembly of anecdotes from the croft's, picani's, and others

= How I Met Your Mother =

•All of Oliver
•March 30th - April 1st, XX47
•Oliver's POV
•Contains: cursing, bullying, transphobia
•remember how oliver moved to nevada? well, here he is.

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On the day after his Junior year prom, Oliver found himself on a highway surrounded by the barren desert and hills of Nevada, driving to the house he'd be living in for the next year or two- at the very least.

He was in the passenger's seat, and his dad was driving while the radio played a Top Hits station at a low volume, but Oliver wasn't paying much attention to any of that. Ever since their plane had landed and they'd gotten in the rental car his dad had somehow obtained, Oliver hadn't said a word. Really, he hadn't said much all day. There wasn't anything to say.

If he'd left Florida two or three months ago, the only thing he'd be thinking about was how as soon as he turned eighteen that summer, he'd be back in Florida. And how all he had to do was brave a new school until June, and then wait until late August- or, practically early September, his birthday was the 31st- to go back to his real home with his friends and everyone else he knew. But no. That wasn't happening. Florida wasn't his real home.

The car moved onto an exit, and they started passing buildings. This probably wouldn't feel like Oliver's real home, either.

"That was your new school we just passed."

A few minutes on the new road, and Oliver's dad finally spoke as they passed a medium-sized high school building, a sign posted outside boasting the non co-ed private school. It didn't look all that welcoming.

"Hmm."

"You excited for it? Only girls there now, sweetheart."

Oliver didn't bother to respond, there was no use saying anything. He could write the name Oliver across his forehead in neon blue paint and his dad still wouldn't notice. All his dad did do in that moment was sigh and focus back on the road.

He really wasn't excited to go there, if that wasn't obvious. He wouldn't know anyone- not that he even wanted to make friends. It had recently proved itself easier to just get by in school without talking to anyone, eating lunch in the bathrooms, and skipping last period just because he didn't really feel like it. His mom had told him through tears as he left for the airport that morning that he had a chance to be a new person, whatever that might've meant, but Oliver wasn't going to take it. If he was jotted down in the memory of his new classmates as the weird quiet kid that never spoke a word all year, he'd be fine with that.

Besides learning he enjoyed being alone more than talking to other people, Oliver had also learned it was hard to even want to make friends when there was no real way to tell they wanted to kill you or someone else. So that sucked.

A moment later, Oliver noticed they were pulling into the driveway of a house, and he glanced up at it, taking in what he assumed to be their new home. It was definitely a suburban-type looking home, but it was colored differently than the ones Oliver had seen in Florida, as it was more of a desert-y look than a beach-y one. Overall it was just a normal looking house, though.

Oliver's dad got out of the car and got a key out of his pocket, walking up to and opening the front door. Oliver followed in behind him, taking in the mostly empty front room.

"Where's my room?"

"Upstairs, first door on the right."

"Mkay."

He followed those directions into an even emptier bedroom, the only things in there being a small dresser and a few coat hangers in the closet, along with a pretty simple looking bed. Oliver sighed and laid down on it for a moment, realizing that calling it a bed wasn't the right wording because really it was just the frame and the mattress. It didn't matter much. He'd unpack and get on the sheets and pillows later.