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

= How I Met Your Mother('s Family) =

•All of Oliver
•April 1st, XX47
•Oliver's POV
•Contains: cursing
•this is just a continuation of the first all of oliver chapter except now you have to remember more people's pronouns lmao

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After the bell rang, Oliver found himself standing outside of his school because goddamnit, he'd forgotten to grab Grace's number.

Luckily, she stuck out like a sore thumb at times due to her generally preppy energy and tall height, but then again everyone was preppy and tall to Oliver because he just wasn't, so he just had to hope he'd see Grace coming out of school. They had a project to work on, after all. Couldn't really do that if he just went home. Literally all he needed to was be like, hey, can I get your number? or even what's your locker number? I can meet you there after my last period but no. Of course he didn't say anything like that.

Oh well.

"Hey!"

A voice, and he turned around, and they were speed-walking out of the front doors. Oliver sighed to himself, glad it worked out anyway.

"Hey."

"Are you still good with us working on the project?"

"Yup."

"Sweet! Should we just go to my house? I think that's where we said. Unless you wanna go somewhere else."

"Uhm... no, I don't really care. Your house is fine."

"Cool!" Grace began walking towards the parking lot, and Oliver quickly followed, eyeing the many cars.

"Do you drive?"

She pulled a key holder out of her pocket with two normal looking keys, one car key, what looked like a pepper spray container, and a small mushroom keychain all hanging on it. "Yup. Is that okay?"

"Oh, yeah, it's fine."

They both approached a slightly older looking car compared to all the newer makes and models in the parking lot, a tan or maybe burnt sienna color. With the click of a button the doors unlocked, and Oliver climbed into the passenger's seat, noticing that the seat was already adjusted pretty high up, unlike how Grace's was a bit lower. They closed the driver's seat door and turned on the car with another press of a button. Oliver really needed to learn how to drive.

"You're lucky my brother was the last one sitting there," she said with a laugh, "you're about the same height."

That gave him hope about the rest of her family. "Hah- good."

They began pulling out of the parking lot amidst some other students. "My house is only a seven or so minute drive away, though. Also, I haven't told my parents or anyone what your name is yet, are you good if I do?"

"Sure."

"Cool."

They arrived at a stop light. Grace got out their phone and clicked a few times before handing it to Oliver, who almost froze in surprise of suddenly handling the object. "Can you text, 'on my way home, friend is coming like I said, his name is Oliver btw'?"

"Uhm- y- yeah."

This really felt like a privilege. He looked down at the screen and it was open to a group chat, titled very lovingly The Galanis Bstards. He glanced up to Grace's last message in the chat to get a sense for how she usually typed and then sent the text, quickly putting the phone down between them. He looked out the window. It was probably time to make more small talk.