The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

Maybe Around 11? (Window Part 2)

"Hey, Oliver," a quiet Joe murmured, gently shaking the boy on the top bunk.

He groans, deadpanning in irritation, "what."

"Hey, sorry, I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving now so you didn't just wake up to me not here. I'll be back in plenty of time before I need to cook dinner, probably at around 3:30, okay?" His older brother says, deep green eyes peering just over the edge of the bed, getting a barely audible grumble, "yeah, yeah, okay...."

"Alright, I'll let you get back to sleep," the boy chuckles, Oliver about to roll right back over and do exactly that until suddenly his eyes fly open and he springes up, "wait, Joe!"

The sudden outburst of energy alarms Joe, "what? Is something wrong??"

"No, just, w-what time is it?!" He asked, slightly panicking about the amount of time or lack thereof he had to get himself up and dressed.

"It's..." The older looks down to his watch, "10:42, why?"

"Shoot, I gotta get up!" Oliver shouts, frantically trying to climb down the bunk only to have his feet slip from under him and collapse on the ground.

The blond groans, "ow....."

"Woah, hey, are you okay?? What's the rush??" His blue-haired sibling walked over quickly, helping the aching boy.

"I- ugh, ouch... I had my own plans today," he wheezes, having had the wind knocked out of him, "I need to get a shower and get dressed and everything before 11..."

Joe tilts his head, "why? What are you doing at 11?"

Still trying to manage to get himself breathing properly, Oliver only barely manages to make legible words, "just seeing Sara for something... Nothing important but... " A slight wheeze, "I just need to get ready because we said 11...."

"Oh, tutoring stuff? Or just to hang out?" The taller boy asked with a smile, walking to the doorway of the bedroom.

"Uh, neither really, I guess? We've got something we're doing so I'm not sure if I'd really call it just casually hanging out but it's not tutoring. Didn't you have to leave?" His younger brother raises an eyebrow, finally breathing normally again.

Looking at the clock on the bedside table, "ah, yeah, you're right, I gotta get going. You sure you're okay for me to go, with that fall and all?"

"I'm fine," Oliver waves him off, "just get going so you're not late, I gotta get myself ready anyway."

"Alright, I'll be home later, then!" Joe smiles, walking away.

With that, the boy begins speeding through his morning routine, shirt still crooked and wet, unbrushed hair still falling over his eyes by the time a knock sounded at the door. He does his best to fix such details while he rushes so as not to leave her standing there. Oliver may have been in a frantic rushed state, but he wasn't rude.

"One moment!" He yells, fixing the collar of the shirt that stuck to his poorly-dried skin with slight difficulty with steps down the hall, flipping his hair out of his face at the same time.

Despite his disheveled and messy appearance, he still opened the door nonetheless, Sara's eyes widening slightly upon seeing him in such a state, "uh, d-did you need a few minutes? I can come back if you-"

"No, no, it's fine, I just need a moment, if you wouldn't mind just putting the stuff in the kitchen that'd be great. I'll be right back, okay?" He said with a glance to her as he began walking back.

"Oh, alright...!" The girl steps in, emptying the plastic bags full of ingredients onto the countertop of the kitchen.

For a moment when Oliver returns to the bedroom, he sits on the bottom bunk with his face in his hands, reveling in the embarrassment of answering the door for her while looking so uncharacteristically disorganized. He sighs, standing and stepping in front of the mirror on the door, fixing the shirt that was still slightly crooked, and running a brush through his hair to make it at least a LITTLE more managed than the wet mess it was before (though it was still wet after being brushed).