The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

Daydreaming

Oliver Yang hated his heart, and lately he had been growing to hate his head as well. Primarily because his head was being taken over by his heart, to be specific. It was now an almost-daily occurrence for him to get distracted during lulls in class, finding himself completely lost in thought, daydreaming about the girl he begrudgingly and unwillingly had fallen for.

His teacher had even had to call him out of his thoughts on multiple occasions by now, and he had been pulled after class for several talking-to's from concerned teachers, considering he was usually a perfect student.

Today, luckily at least his head had waited until there was no classwork left for him to do this time, and he was now trapped within the labyrinth that he considered his thoughts. And the winning daydream this time was just the concept that Sara Lin could ever feel the same way about him that he did for her. All of the love, the affection, the happiness that would come with that.... It all compelled him to ignore everything else in the real world to live in such a fantasy.

This was not like Oliver Yang, not one bit. He was never one to let himself get caught up in his thoughts, especially not in stupid, unrealistic romantic fantasies. And yet, his metaphysical self continued to lean in towards the redhead of his dreams, her fact so close to his own...

"Are you coming?" He suddenly heard from beside himself, snapping him back into reality, making him jump slightly as he looked up to see none other than Mickey Dean.

"Oh, uh..." The blond started, muttering, "N-No, I'm just gonna stay here for today..."

The boy at his side shrugged before walking off, "Alright then."

Oliver had been so caught up in the bliss that for a moment he had managed to forget the pain of the reality of the situation. She didn't feel the same. She didn't feel the same and that was okay, but of course it still hurt.

As much as the fantasizing was a temporary solution to pain, he would find himself so relieved because he finally had the chance to take a break from that knowledge, that by the time he needed to come back down to earth, his heart felt even heavier than it had before.

So with a sigh, he laid his head on his desk, if not to dive back into his thoughts, then just to let his mind rest for a moment. Maybe the daydreams weren't reality, but to him, at least it was something to ease the weight of unrequited feelings, and if that was something that could help him, then even if it was incredibly abnormal to allow himself to be overtaken by this, he would use the fantasies as long as he needed.

A/N:

Hey y'all!
this story was inspired by a journal entry I wrote about four months ago, because I have a google doc strictly for journalling down any simp-like crush thought I have about my crush, and I started this doc a little less than 9 and a half months ago. this particular one talked about how I'd get so caught up in the daydreams and fantasies I'd have of him loving me back and just feel so blissed out by thinking for a moment that this was my reality, and then i'd come back and my heart would feel even heavier than before considering i'd have to go back to accepting that that's NOT reality and most likely won't ever be, and i feel like that feels super oliver-esque, except he's more salty about having these thoughts lol-

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!!