The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

"Platonic" Cuddles (Part 1)

"Why do you guys have to be so adorable? Or at least look so relaxed..." Sara grumbled half-heartedly, observing her cousin and her boyfriend, Joe, cuddling only feet away from the girl, sat on her bed.

Vicky glanced over with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "why don't you just grab... Ahem... One of the boys so you can stop whining about being touch-starved?"

The ginger girl's face burned, she had known exactly what she meant as she hissed back, "shut it!"

This gets a small giggle from the other girl and a slight chuckle from Joe, who unconsciously rubbed his thumb from where his arm was wrapped against Vicky's shoulder. Sara envied the couple. She truly did. As much fun as she had been having at the sleepover she had planned, she couldn't help but glance over at the rather touchy couple with a feeling of longing for something like that.

"I just like affection, is all. Physical touch is the ultimate love language," she said firmly, crossing her arms.

"Alright, Sara Lin. Whatever you say," her cousin teased, just before Patrick, who had previously been lying on the floor on his phone, sat up and raised an eyebrow, "what's so special about affection anyway? It's really not that great."

Oliver, who had been lying on Sara's bed silently beside her without much to say, only just then sits up, "seriously? You don't like physical touch?"

"You do?" Sara tilts her head, looking at the boy in confusion, "I didn't peg you as the cuddly type."

He blushes slightly, looking away awkwardly with a false cough, "well, i-it just feels nice to me, it's relaxing...."

"Oh no I totally agree, I just somehow didn't think you'd think the same," she says quickly with a small shrug.

Patrick glances between them, "it's just not all that it's cracked up to be in my opinion. It gets too hot, and it's uncomfortable. I don't like it."

His best friend scoffs, speaking, "just look what you're missing out on!"

With that, she turns to Oliver without thinking, opening her arms to the boy. It takes a moment for the surprise of the action to settle within the boy, though once it does, he murmurs a quiet, "okay then," and leans in, giving a warm embrace to the petite girl. Honestly, even as one who quietly enjoyed affection at all, he had to admit that her touch, and hers specifically, was quite enjoyable, and there was something extra intimate about it....

The brunette on the floor stuck his tongue out, "blegh. I'm not missing much."

"Whatever, just because you don't understand the magic of affection doesn't mean it's not incredible," Sara stuck her tongue back at him.

At that moment, Joe lets out a yawn, looking down at the girl in his arms, "alright, I'm getting tired, you ready to go to bed, Vic?"

She nods back, leading the pair to stand, only to lie down on their small plot of blankets seconds after. Almost immediately, the blueberry boy wraps his arm around her figure once again as she lay cuddling into his body, fitting almost as perfectly as a puzzle piece. For a moment that same redhead's eyes continue to linger on the two. She may have looked desperate, but she couldn't help it, she couldn't help the way she craved such pure and genuine love through touch.

Oliver's eyes, however, lingered on Sara, even after Patrick had wandered to the light switch and flicked it off, sitting back down at his spot on the floor and casually scrolling through his phone. If the girl wanted to be held so badly then maybe...-

However, before he could finish his thought, he found both himself and her laid back down, though he had no recollection of either of them lying. Sara covered herself with the blankets that Oliver had already been comfortably bundled in, and she stared at the ceiling. After a moment she appeared to grow antsy from the perspective of the boy that lay beside her, and seconds later she flipped, coming face to face with the blond, though there was still a decent amount of distance between them.