The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

Traitor

"Hey, stay with me today," Oliver whispered to Sara with a smirk, the others oblivious to what was going on between the pair trailing behind them.

She nudged her boyfriend playfully, "as if that wasn't the plan."

"Just thought you may get over-competitive and be bent on taking me down," he chuckles, "I'm a worthy foe either way."

"Because Oliver Yang is good at paintball?" The girl raises a teasing eyebrow.

This gets an offended scoff in response, "yeah, I am actually. Used to be a family bonding activity. 'Least that's what our mom said, it was more like the thing that made us all turn against each other as if we were in an everyone-for-themself battle to the death."

Sara giggles at this, intertwining her hand with his, "well, then let's both just crush everyone else together as we do in life."

The blond chuckles, only for Patrick to turn, walking backward as he calls, "hey, I hear whispering and I don't like it, no scheming! And if you're not scheming.... Then stop flirting and get up here with the rest of us, Lovebirds."

With a blushy and embarrassed glance at each other, both of them wearing matching awkward grins, they both speed their pace and catch up with the other four. Tammy, Patrick, Joe, and Vicky were all accompanying the two, so honestly, it was likely they'd all be in their own teams beyond just Oliver and Sara. If anything, the only couple that would be most likely not to stay a team would be Joe and Vicky, due to Vicky's raging competitive nature. You could certainly tell she and Sara were cousins by that, to say the least.

Once they arrive at the check-in center to claim their allotted time and get suited up and armed with the paint guns, they step out behind the building, seeing a large wooded area. It was certainly different from Oliver and Joe's childhood experiences, with no structures to hide behind or shoot through other than the trees that already stood there. Sara and her cousin smirked at each other, gripping the guns tightly, looking over to Tammy who also wore a grin.

And as soon as the air horn that gave them a minute to run before any shooting was possible honked out, the respective pairs all sped off in different directions into the woods. Getting as far from one another as they could, it wasn't long before Sara's partner was huffing and they stopped, ducking behind a tree where Oliver leaned against the bark slightly to recover.

The ginger looked down at the small clock on her suit, seeing 13 seconds until their guns would be able to shoot any paintballs. She turned up to face him one last time before they'd be caught in the intensity of the battle, seeing him having caught his breath, smiling and giving him a quick kiss just before a buzz shot through their guns, signaling that they're now able to fire paintballs.

"You ready?" Sara smirked, crouched over slightly, getting a grin and a nod back as they started stealthily creeping through the trees.

And with 24 minutes and 37 seconds, just over five minutes short of their scheduled time, they still hadn't managed to find any of the other teams. Perhaps they were all out? That was Oliver's explanation to ease the suspense, anyway.

Almost right as the timer on their suits struck five minutes left, Sara's eyes widened seeing something move just beyond a tree, and she turned, "hey, Oliver?"

"Yeah?" He asks, still glancing around for any sign of the others.

She stepped just a little closer, pulling him down by the collar much to his surprise, kissing him once more. The moment the shock settles and his guard is let down, in a split second, she swipes the gun from his hands, and swiftly moves away from him.

"Hey, wh-?" He starts, only for the other two girls to step out from behind nearby trees without their teammates-slash-boyfriends.

Sara wears a smirk while he holds up his hands in a plea for mercy, noticing all three pointing their paint guns at him from all sides, the redhead speaking apologetically, "sorry hun, but you've been duped."

"Can I at least get an explanation before you turn me into a human splatter canvas?" He blurts out, completely confused by exactly what was going on.

Vicky hums from his back-left side, "well, I found out from Joe that you were the biggest threat here, soooo...."

"Sorry Oliver, but it wasn't a couples-team day here," Tammy giggles, Sara continuing with an evil grin, "it was boys vs. girls, and the other boys are out of the way, and it was so easy for me to distract you that now you're unarmed."

For a moment he stands in silence, glaring slightly at his beloved girlfriend, "....Touche. I hate yet respect your cunning. Do it."

With that, he wore a defeated, although proud smile as he opened his arms to their fire. But only just before the girls would have covered the poor unsuspecting boy in paint, the redhead sped over and positioned herself in front of him, in a way shielding him, making both the other girls' and Oliver's faces contort in puzzlement.

"Here," she murmured, handing the gun back to Oliver and shooting Vicky with a smirk.

"What the- hey!" She yelps, the boy beside Sara taking the cue and firing at Tammy as well, making the girls even more baffled, the bespectacled bluenette piping up, "Sara! What the heck?"

She giggles, "sorry girls!"

"So we win!" Oliver laughs in victory, Sara grinning widely.

However, the second he turns his back, she shoots him as well, bright yellow splattering his vest, making him turn in confusion to see her still smirking, "aaand, sorry Oliver! As you said, I'm over-competitive! Therefore, I was bent on taking you down, since you were my biggest foe! So, no, we don't win, I win!"

Everyone's quiet again as she chuckles to herself, only for Oliver to smile as well wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they begin to walk back to the starting station, "come on, you little traitor, let's just get ice cream."

"Oooh, yay!" She claps with a giggle, only for him to gently grab one of her wrists with his free hand, peering over his glasses, "traitors don't get ice cream. Traitors get to watch everyone else enjoy ice cream."

A pout forms on her face, a look that Oliver found quite difficult to resist as his eyes softened.

"Fine. You get a kids size cup, not a cone, a cup," he gave in, speaking firmly as her smile perked back up, "can I get sprinkles??"

"Traitors that want sprinkles only get chocolate sprinkles," he grins cheekily, feeling Sara cringe under his arm as she mumbled, "I'll skip the sprinkles...."

"Or better yet, don't betray both teams you claimed to be playing for, traitor," Oliver chuckled, leaving a gentle kiss on her temple.

A/N

Hey y'all! When I wrote this prompt up I think I had an idea of what I wanted to write... But being the tool I am ya girl forgot to write it down, so... Oops-

Anyway, I hope y'all liked this story, please leave any ideas, prompts, thoughts, or constructive criticism in the comments, I love hearing your feedback!