Irrational

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Oliver Yang absolutely hated this feeling.

Watching the girl that he loved (though he would absolutely never outright admit that fact) off falling in love with someone else. Almost worse, was that the boy found it nearly impossible to tell whether that someone else truly felt the same way towards her or not.

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and just let the earth swallow him whole. Anything to get him away from this.

Oh, what he wouldn't give to stop feeling this way.

It was one of the most numbing, heart-wrenching, stomach-turning feelings that the boy had ever had to suffer, and he hated it.

He hated that he felt like this.

He hated that he was letting himself feel like this.

It was a dumb, pointless, meaningless crush that would never go anywhere.

So....

So why did he care so much?

Why did he care that she looked at her brother with those dewy, glowy, love-filled eyes instead of him?

That she liked his brother better?

That she didn't want to be with him?

That to her, he was nothing more than invisible, unmemorable, and the person that she didn't love?

He hated that he cared. It was her life, she could make her own decisions, so who was he to be upset about them?

And this was exactly why Oliver Yang hated romance. It was heart-driven, and it was irrational, and he, as a rational person, absolutely hated the stupid irrational thoughts and feelings that constantly lingered with him.

He hated that he wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to be with her, be the only one she loved, because this wasn't something rational. It was intense, emotional, and couldn't be solved with basic real world problem-solving skills, and the worst part was that it was uncontrollable. If there was one thing he hated more than anything else in this situation, it was feeling out of control.

It made him feel helpless, powerless, like he was simply left to sit to the side and watch her go off with someone else and fall further and further in love every single day, without a single thing he could do to change it.

Was he in love with the redhead across the hall?

Maybe so, but nonetheless, Oliver Yang hated it.



A/N

Hey y'all!
can you tell i'm fr goin through it rn LOL this is just straight up pure angst :') ig in a way this is sort of a vent for me? i hate boys. they're stupid. they don't make sense. this dude managed to fall for basically me in a different font and i'm just like.... why.... why could you not just.... fall for me..... pain. ANYWAY yeah sorry for hurting y'all but tbh this is a much more accurate character portrayal than most of my fics so i hope you guys kinda appreciated some more current-story-accurate content than usual.

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!

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