Despite wanting to protest - he was clearly at a party; this was in no way his problem - the reason you called became clear the moment Oliver walked through your door. You remember looking up from the couch, tears still staining your cheeks but some of the pain simply faded from him being there. It was strange. You did not know when Oliver stopped being that guy from your high school, the dick from your econ class and instead became someone tangible. Someone necessary, a life firmly interwoven with yours.
He arrived later than you thought he would, but the reason soon became apparent when Oliver held up Five Guys and tequila. "Had to make a pit stop," he explained, shrugging out of his jacket.
You remember thinking he looked out of place, standing in your hall awkwardly clutching both tequila and burgers - you moved to help him, to tell Oliver you were fine but instead of doing either, you burst into tears.
"Shit," Oliver muttered, dropping the packages and collapsing onto your couch. "Hey," he exhaled, pulling you towards him. "It's okay, Regie. Just cry it out. I'm here."
He stayed over that night and when you eventually stopped crying, the tequila was opened - you do not remember much after that, until the next morning.
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Northstar Boys (Regie×Oliver)
Fanfictionnot finished Yes i made Regie Trans explicit content oliver I apologize if you ever read this
