Fake Lovers. {Olandy Dailtown Fanfic}

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3rd pov, 4:30 PM, Saturday.

Oliver shifted through the dusty record sleeves, searching for a good deal, or something that caught his interest. The small quaint shop playing some band softly over the old speakers. Flick, Flick, Flick, paper shuffling in his hands, almost absent-mindedly. He pulled out one album, Tourist history, by Two Door Cinema Club. He flipped it around to check the price when the bell on the door signified someone had come inside. Turning around, Oliver saw a Nokia phone rush inside and quickly shut the door, slumping on it and panting. The Nokia phone looked around, figuring out he ran into a record shop and wiped his forehead. Oliver swore the man was familiar: scrawny figure, nokia head, timid looking..RANDY JADE!

"Randy! Hey!" Oliver shouted excitedly, putting down the record and walking over to the other, who jumped, just noticing Oliver. Randy's eyes widened, as he looked down and realized how bummy he looked.

"H-hello Oliver, long time no see?" Randy said, holding out his hand, but then putting it down after looking down at his crusty bandaids.

"It has been long! Hey bud!" Oliver said jumping onto Randy and hugging him, resulting in a stunned randy. The last time Oliver saw Randy was 2 years ago. Back when he had moved in with his then boyfriend. Oliver had known Randy since middle school, but they had stoped talking after Randy got busy with work.

     "y-yup! heh- so h-hows um- life..?" Randy said, awkwardly.

"Good! I'm working at Mr.Dickens theater! I like it alot! I've gotten my own house now, too!" Oliver said proudly.

"Wow thats awesome Oliver! Heh, must be nice- i mean- Um, what happened to staying with your boyfriend?" Randy said, curious. Olivers smile slightly faltered.

"We broke up. I'm totally over it though, soo," Oliver said, and looked away slightly.

"O-oh- im so sorry- I didn't mean to-" Randy started, looking down and playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Your all good, Rad-ny!" Oliver said, back to his chipper self, throwing up a thumbs up. Randy noticed he had painted his nails black, something his ex never let him do.

"So, what have you been up to, Randy?" Oliver said, tilting his head slightly.

"Um.. Not to much.. I got fired from Bunnys Burgers.. I- work for the pest control.. wrangle swans.. and.. um a sexhotline-" he muttered the last bit. "Got kicked out of my house..get my ass beat by swans all day.. and help strangers get off..live in a dumpster.. fuck." he sniffled, starting to cry.

"I-im sorry- i shouldn't be venting to you i-" Randy got cut off by a tight hug. He tensed and looked down at the man hugging him, relaxing and breaking down, crying and sniffling in Olivers arms. After a while Oliver let go and looked at Randy.

"Randy, Do you need somewhere to stay tonight?" Oliver asked, his tone sounding more serious. Of course he did, but Randy didn't want to annoy Oliver like that.

"No- I- it's fine. I've just been overreacting-" Oliver put a hand on Randys shoulder.

"Randy, do you need a place to stay?" Oliver asked more firmly, raising his eyebrows. Randy looked down slightly, nodding and sniffling. Oliver smiled and nodded, pulling in Randy for another hug.

"B-but I can't let you just give me a place to live, that wouldn't be fair!" Randy said, frowning. Oliver dismissed it, but Randy wouldn't budge.

"Well, I guess you could help me out.. but don't judge me to hard!" Oliver said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ill tell you about it at the apartment, Do you need to get anything before you move in or-" Randy raised a eyebrow and looked at him.

"Yeah. I thought so. Lets go!"