The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

(Non-Olivara Pride Month Special (Finale)) Poliver: Confessions

(Full disclaimer, this is not very accurate to the characters, and you obviously don't have to read this if you don't like the ship. Homophobia of any sort will not be tolerated and will result in an immediate block for so much as a passive comment.)

(The next day)

The chatter of the school hallways as Oliver walked through were no help to his raging anxiousness. His stomach refused to stop fluttering with nervous butterflies, most definitely not excited to possibly run into Patrick at any point. Making it to his locker without any trips, he put his things in, removing the necessary supplies and slinging his slightly emptier bag over his shoulder.

"Oliver!" He hears called from behind him without any warning, making him tense and jolt in surprise, feeling his heart jump into his throat before turning to see his fears confirmed.

"Hey, c-can we just talk?!" Patrick calls again to him pushing through a few students trying to reach him, only for the blond to begin speeding off, clutching the straps of his backpack.

A frustrated sigh escapes, knowing it was hopeless to try to go after him right now, especially in this crowd. His shoulders slump in disappointment as his fingers unconsciously move to his lips once more. By the time lunch had come around he still hadn't stopped thinking about the boy doing everything in his power to evade him.

What did he even want to say to him? He hadn't even thought that far ahead, all he knew was that he needed to talk to him, and as soon as possible.

As he got to the cafeteria he immediately found himself somewhat overwhelmed, very much not in the mood to be surrounded by all the people and noise at the moment despite his usually-extroverted personality, opting to go to the locker room to eat instead. However, curving around the corner into the room, he found the exact boy he had been searching to be alone with all day sitting right in front of his face in the corner of the benches.

He soundlessly went and sat down on the opposite corner of the opposite bench, Oliver only noticing him after he had sat, eyes widening with him about to stand until Patrick spoke emotionlessly without looking up from his food, "you don't need to leave. I know you don't want to talk."

They sat in silence after that, eating their lunches without acknowledging the other's presence, though they both sat with light traces of blush on their faces.

"You're making the atmosphere all depressing," the brunette says matter-of-factly a few minutes later, finally glancing at the boy, "will you at least let me talk to you as a friend so it's not completely silent?"

He doesn't answer, but it wasn't a no. After a few moments of quiet Patrick slide over to sit across from him, making him finally look up and look him in the eyes, still looking ashamed and upset with himself until Patrick starts talking with a small nervous attempt at a smile, "so... How's your day going?"

Oliver chuckles without much emotion, "could be better, you?"

"Could be better..." He echoes, nodding to himself silently.

The silence following is suffocating and tense until Patrick speaks up once more, quiet, "can I ask you something? And, can you promise you won't run away?"

Oliver sighed through his nose, really really not wanting to have this conversation, "sure, why not.... Can't get much worse."

"...." Pat hesitates, trying to think of what exactly to say before he finally speaks, "so... What made you..... y'know... Kiss me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The blond asks in response with a slight snap to his voice, looking to his lap, now sitting sideways with his legs extended on the bench, one knee raised with his back against the wall.

".....So I'm the person you've liked?"

All is quiet again as Oliver looks at the other wall beside him, humiliated and defeated, just wishing he could disappear, refusing to speak.

"L-Listen.... About yesterday...." Patrick paused, "just, I want you to know I'm not mad, or like, upset.... Or anything. I was just.... Surprised, I guess."

"How can you even look at me after I did that? I didn't even ask you...." The other says, still hiding his face as he crosses his arms, bending both knees towards his chest to curl up slightly.

"I'm not losing you over something like that... If anything, I'm like, flattered."

He stops for a moment before slowly reaching over, grabbing one of Oliver's hands away from his body, making him look at the face of the brunette that had now looked down, "besides, even if you did catch me off guard, I'd be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy it."

"W-What?"

"I've always thought you were cute, Olly," he admitted, "and it wasn't long before you came out to me that I kinda started thinking it could've been more but I kinda just.... Pushed it away because I thought you were straight. I had to sorta untrain that. Remember that day, the one where I was telling you how I was trying to figure out if I liked someone?" Pat asked, finally looking at Oliver, who was sitting there, a flustered blushing mess as he nodded.

"Well, I was kinda... Maybe... talking about you... And that was the day that I sorta realized that I did like you...." The brunette opened up nervously, rubbing his fingers together on his free hand as a way to release some of that anxious energy, waiting for some response from Oliver.

Without speaking, the blond pulls his legs down from the plank, turning and sitting back with his knees bent at the edge of the bench normally. He allows Patrick to continue holding his hand, in some level of disbelief, not only that the feeling could be mutual, but the fact that it was being acted upon right in front of his face.

"So.... You aren't mad that I did that?" Oliver mutters back, too embarrassed to state exactly what 'that' was, looking down to their hands as he speaks.

"Not at all. Honestly, I would've kissed back if it hadn't been so sudden and unexpected...."

Holding back a slight grin, the blond boy ran his thumb over Patrick's fingers before looking up and finally looking him in the eyes, only to be met with a small smile and soft, happy eyes staring back. After a moment Oliver notices Pat's eyes flicker downwards, red dusting his cheeks once more as he slowly starts to lean in, Oliver hesitating nervously for a moment before doing the same. After a few seconds that felt like a lifetime, they met in the middle.

But this time, when they pulled away there was no need for either of them to be upset, panic, or run. Only to smile. After all, all they had wanted and longed for was right in front of their faces.

A/N

Hey y'all!
First off, Happy Last Day of Pride Month to all my fellow LGBTQ+ friends here, and second, I just wanna give a thanks to all our allies that fight for us :)

About a month ago I was inspired by a dear friend (go follow webtoon_queen_owo on insta!) to finally make some content for my other favorite ship, aka these babies!! This is the final part of a four-part mini-series, I've been posting throughout Pride Month! Fun Fact: This part and the last one are both based off a dream I had about a year ago!!! Only, there were slight edits to make it a happier ending :)

I hope y'all liked it, maybe I even opened a few of you up to a new ship :) Please leave any ideas, prompts, or constructive criticism in the comments, I love hearing your feedback!