Northstar Boys one-shots

All the ships

“The chat wants you bac-am I interrupting something? Is this a double date? Or a threeway date?” Justin asked with a smile. Ryan got up, walking away and I bit my lip.
"You're here." Justin looked at Oliver before looking away, hurt filling his eyes.
"It's not a three way date. Maybe you're into that, but the rest of us aren't. Unless you want to bring up when you, me-" Justin gave Oliver a glare, making Oliver smirk.
"When you and Oliver what?" Darren asked. I raised my eyebrows, making Ryan laugh and smile.
"You're not fucking finishing that Oli." Justin's voice sounded threatening, but it was wavering a bit.
"I won't bring it up if you start replying to my texts. Or my calls. Maybe not ignoring me would help." Darren stopped smiling and he looked at me, concerned. I looked at Oliver who was looking at the wall with an unamused face.
"You're the one who stopped replying first. What was I supposed to think bro? And all of a fucking sudden you want to start talking?" Justin snapped back, disbelief on his face.
"I stopped replying after you had sex with that girl." Justin raised his eyebrows and laughed.
"And then you went and had sex with a girl." Justin looked at his nails, and I could see how sad he was.
"I had sex with her because you said you thought it'd be a good idea, since we were only just friends to begin with." Justin stood up, shaking his head.
"Because you weren't into me. Not in the way that I...am into you. You made me think we had something, you fucking almost kissed me and then we never talked about it since. You would make these touches that...I'm fucking leaving." Justin's voice was shaking as he looked at Oliver for the first time since they started talking.
"Just," Oliver said, and they both had tears in their eyes.
"You made me fucking believe you were into me. I had sex with that girl because you said we were close friends, fucking friends Oliver! Then you acted like you didn't care whenever I tried talking to you. You asked me to be in a threesome with you and her, but then after, you didn't look me in the eyes for weeks after. People in the comment section saw it. You treated me like one of the girls you used to hook up with. So, now I'm leaving and I'll do videos with you, but that's all." Justin looked at Oliver, and then he headed for the door. Oliver ran his hand through his hair, biting his cheek. Ryan stood up, walking towards Justin.
"Then I'm coming with you." Justin looked to Ryan and shook his head, tears in his eyes.
"I have some friends I'm going to. They're...not like us." I looked at Ryan, confused.
"You promised me you wouldn't hang out with them again." Ryan looked pissed off, and he came closer to Justin.
"And you said you'd get help on your anger. Guess we're both liars now." Justin snapped, and Ryan grabbed Justin's hands, putting them above his head.
"I wasn't the one doing illegal things with friends. Or stealing things. Taking drugs? That wasn't fucking me either. Justin, they're not your friends. They've never been. They liked you when it was fucking benefitial for them. You were on the phone crying to me about them, about what they did with you." Justin widened his eyes and looked at me and then at Oliver.
"Let me go or I'll start fucking yelling, and we'll have to explain to manager Ty why Oli's a fucking-" Justin gritted his teeth, not finishing his sentence.
"You go and we'll send manager Tyler to look for you." Oliver's voice was cold, looking at Justin with a serious expression on his face.
"Fucking let me go Ryan." Ryan softened his face and I got up.
"Ryan, let him go." I said, not looking at anyone. Oliver got up from the couch and walked over to us.
"You're leaving?" Justin looked at Oliver and Oliver bit his lip, not looking at him.
"Oli," Oliver looked at Justin with tears in his eyes, and Justin's face softened.
"For how long?" Oliver asked, looking away from Justin.
"A week probably?" Oliver ran a hand through his hair.
"You can't fucking be serious. You're letting him walk out?" Ryan asked, looking at Oliver who pursed his lips.
"I can't control Justin." Justin looked at Oliver when he said that.
"You're letting the guy you like go over to his friends house so he could get fucked by some other dude?" Oliver looked at Ryan, confused.
"Don't you think if I could have Justin all to myself that I would?" Oliver and Justin looked each other in the eyes, and looked away.