The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

Application

"Why do boys suck so much, Tammy?" Sara groaned to the blue-haired girl across from her at the lunch table.

Her small hand reached over and patted the ginger hair on the head that was laying against the table in frustration. A welcoming sympathetic smile is given though Sara can't see it.

"It's okay, Sara Lin. You'll find a good one," she tries to comfort her, "it took me and Patrick a while and now things are great! Patience is hard but it's just what we need to find our people."

"Yeah, patience..." the girl mumbled back, resting her chin in the palm of her hand with her elbow against the table, traveling deep into the recedes of her mind and clocking into a certain memory until she scoffed, giving Tammy weary eyes and a chuckle, "maybe I should start accepting by application only."

Suddenly the spot next to the girl shifted, making her turn her head to see a boy with a head of fluffy blond hair raising an eyebrow, "what about application only?"

"Ugh, boys," she groans sarcastically with a playful smile and raised eyebrow, "I am now accepting boyfriend applications and if someone comes without an application they will be formally rejected immediately because I am sooooo done with guys being stupid."

"Sounds like Oliver needs to type up a resume," Patrick smirked as he sat down next to his blue-haired girlfriend, casually kissing her forehead as he greeted her, making the girl blush.

"What are you talking about, Pat?" Sara asked with exhausted confusion at the boy's antics, though her cheeks went slightly pink.

Oliver himself then pipes up with the girl beside him failing to see the blush, "y-yeah, what? Why would I need to make a resume?"

"Well, if Sara's accepting by application only...." He said teasingly, waving the apple slice in his hand dramatically before taking a bite from it.

The girl simply rolls her eyes despite the heat in her face, and she and Oliver say at the same time, "shut up, Patrick."

"I rest my case," he smirks between them, "you're perfect for each other."

"Shut up, Patrick!" The blond boy says slightly louder and obviously bothered, making Sara jump slightly and grow confused.

The brunette only looks back over to Tammy with a knowing grin that she subtly matches, "whatever you say, Subwayboy."

Silence follows, and lingers between the tense pair for the entirety of the lunch period, Oliver even sparing a few minutes and making sure to take extra long packing his things to ensure he could avoid the girl on the walk home. When he got home, he immediately climbed up the bunk and flopped backward, legs dangling over the ladder as he sighed slightly to himself. The boy laid there for a moment, pondering his next move before sitting up with a huff, hopping back down from the bed, and walking to the desk.

Once he's settled into the chair, he reaches down into the backpack he had sat down by the foot of it, pulling out a piece of paper and that all-too-familiar piggy sticker pencil. He begins scribbling down words, hardly even thinking through exactly what he was doing.

"Homework?" Joe asked as he walked into the room, sitting and settling on his own bed, smiling as always.

"Yeah, sure..." Oliver murmured back just loud enough for him to hear, too focused on the paper beneath his fingers.

As he continued writing and erasing and lining, he ended up with headphones on, playing music that eased him slightly, making the words flow from him easier without as much overthinking. Before he went to bed he finished, folding it and shoving the paper back into his bag with some relief that he had gotten it out of his system before moving onto other important things that needed to get done. Not that he'd give it, of course, but at least the thoughts racing through his mind were slowed and less overwhelming.