Let Love Grow (Onceler x Lorax) (College AU)

The Handsome Orange Stranger

the Onceler had entered the classroom, he held a cup of coffee that his boyfriend, O'Hare, had bought him from a local cafe. he sat next to his best friend, Squidward.

"'Ello, Squidward!" Said the Onceler in his cute little British accent

"Hi, Onceler," Squidward said drably

"How was orchestra last night?" He asked, being the good, attentive friend, he always was

"It went well, that goth chick, Marcelene, asked me for my number." He said, his tone seemed to have a subtle enthusiasm that it so often lacked

"That's great! Marcelene seems like a good match for you! I can tell you like her a lot!" Onceler smiled

'How are thigs with O'Hare?" Questioned the drab, ugly, carless, stupid, good for nothing, vile squid. (authors note: I fucking hate squidward and I wanna make him suffer. he murdered my baby sister with a can opener in the fall of 1985.)

the Oncler looked up at him, eyes full of a new emotion. a sad emotion. there was a pause between them, and then the Oncler spoke. "He hit on peter griffin  last night in front of me," he finally said.  "But it's ok! he bought me coffee to make up for it."

Squidward gasped. "Oh! thats not ok!"

"Its ok, really! ok? I made fun of his dead mom, so i deserved it."

"Oh! what is wrong with both of you?"

"My mom was a drug addict, and threw me down the steps on accident"

"I can tell"

Suddenly, Miss Simeon walked into class "Hello, class, welcome to your first lesson in my Business Ethics 101 class, now I believe business ethics is one of the most important parts of an entrepreneurial spirit, and in the event of success, it can also be the most forgotten in the wake of greed and wealth. Now, I'll begin this lesson with..."

Oncey-Pooh drifted off, thinking about how O'Hare treated Peter, he watched O'Hare, in six-inch heels, standing on a bar stool, just barely having Peter Griffin's hair in his reach, but yet, he still did everything in his power to run his fingers through it. O'Hare just went on and on telling Peter about how he was just the most handsome man in the world, but how come he never did that for the Onceler? What did Peter have that Oncie didn't? Was the Onceler not pretty enough? Was it an issue of his intellect, being to smart for him to feel like a big strong man?

For his whole entire life, the Onceler had been looked so down upon by his family, his mother, his cousins, his aunts, his uncles, and his siblings, all spent every moment of every hour telling the Onceler just how worthless they felt he was. When the Onceler started dating the local celebrity hotshot, O'Hare, his family finally started to treat him well, showering him with praise, he didn't want to give up that love of theirs for which he worked so hard for. The Onceler couldn't think straight, he left the classroom and decided to hang out in the buffet next to the school's computer shop.

The Onceler was working on homework for one of his other classes, while he shoved the soft, warm alfredo into his mouth. He decided to look up from his computer, for he felt as though an orange blob had entered his presence.

"Who are you?" He asked

"I'm the Lorax, I speak for the trees!" Said the Lorax, who spoke for the trees "I just thought you were handsome, and I was wondering if I could get your number?"

"Oh, I'm-" He contemplated what to say for a second "Sure, here's my number."

he scribbled his number onto a thin napkin, before walking away, the Lorax mumbled a timid "Thank you."

The Onceler couldn't help but blush, he felt so warm inside, he absent-mindedly tried to take a sip of his yummy chocolate milk, but he spilled it all over himself. He grabbed a fistful of napkins and started to try cleaning up his shirt

"Oh no! These napkins are too thin! I wish I had something thicker and more aesthetically pleasing to clean this mess up with!" Once said out loud, while the people around him looked at him