Oliver is a manga artist, but he was once an angry little boy with a sunny best friend: Ian Miller. Then, one day, they weren't friends anymore. Oliver doesn't know when was it exactly that Ian disappeared from his life, and refuses to remember why...
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Talk About You by Mika.
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I knew I loved Oliver when I was ten.
I might have even known the very first day, too, when we met at Tanya's birthday party, and he approached me with a paper plate full of torn up cake and said:
"Frosting sucks, y' want it?"
I had never heard a bad word from anyone other than an adult before, and I did want the frosting— it was my favorite. Ever since then, it was our pact to meet each other at every birthday party so I could have it, and so he wouldn't have to deal with:
"This sugary crap, how do you even eat it. Gross."
He made me laugh and God, did I need it. Everybody at school celebrated their birthday at the same venue, with a ballpit, where there was a stupid frog puppet that terrified me and I hadn't told anyone about, so my mom kept taking me and I kept dreading it.
