𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 ; ᶠᶦⁿⁿᵉʸ ᴮˡᵃᵏᵉ

ii

"Hey Finn!" Oliver greets, quickly speeding up his pace to catch up with the Blake boy walking down the street to school. Gwen was a few feet ahead of the boys, a book in hand.

"Hey Jupiter" Finney smiles, slinging his backpack off his shoulder, zipping it opened and closed as he grabbed something. A miniature version of Jupiter, made of styrofoam and paints, with the help of some string and needle as well to hold the rings in place. He hands it to Oliver, who takes it in his hands, his eyes lighting up as he looks down at it, "For you, I made it last night because I was thinking about you"

Oliver smiles as he looks back up at Finney, his cheeks dusted red. "Thank you, Finney"

"Yeah, of course" Finn smiles, taking Oliver's hand as he started to run to catch up to Gwen, the tiny planet carefully resting in Oliver's left hand as they ran.

"Wait up, Gwen!"

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Sitting in History, Oliver heald the little orange planet in his hands, smiling as he looked down at it. Finney made it for him because he thought of him, through plastic, string and paint. Just the thought made Oliver zone out and Robin, seated in front of him had turned around, snapping his fingers and waving his hand across the boy's face to wake him up from whatever trance he was in.

"Yo, idiota del espacio, wake up"
"Yo, space dork, wake up"

Oliver quickly falls out of his thoughts, looking up at Robin. "Hm?"

"Who made that?" Robin asks, "Seems real important"

"Finn" Oliver grins, "It's special"

"Ya veo, ya veo. You two pendejos are more than friends then"
"I see, I see. You two boys are more than friends then"

"No! Robin, stop" Oliver whisper-shouts, now flustered

Robin hums, "Jupiter as in your nickname. He's in love with you" The boy with the bandana shrugs

Oliver just rolls his eyes somewhat jokingly, directing his eyes back down to the little planet in his hands. Robin rolls his eyes and shakes his head, turning back around and paying attention to the lesson. 

Oliver's whole mindset was trained on this little gift made by Finney as class continued without him.

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After school, and cleaning in his bedroom, Oliver closes the door as he hears his father's car pull into the driveway, and pulling some string from one his desk drawers.

He walks over to his nightstand, feeding the string through the line of holes on the bottom of the shade. He takes the tiny planet and uses a toothpick to make a tiny hole in the top, feeding the thin, translucent string into the hole. He reaches down at a tiny clear glue bottle, unscrewing the cap with two fingers and feeding said glue into the small hole so it would stick. The glue dries within a few minutes, Oliver slowly letting go of the planet and tying the string, and it was done.

The miniature Jupiter was strung on Oliver's lamp, and as he lay down to look at it, he smiles. From downstairs, Oliver heard his mother calling for him for dinner. The curly haired boy slides his shoes off, leaving him in his socks as he'd probably be scolded by his mother for wearing shoes around the house.

He takes one last look at the small planet before leaving his bedroom and rushing downstairs.

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Laying in bed, staring at the lamp on his nightstand, Oliver thinks of Finney. He didn't understand why Finney acted the way he did around him and only him, but he didn't care, he liked having the little extra attention. Like the way Finn would play with his curls and compliment him almost everyday, how he'd lock their pinkies together when he got nervous or anxious. It made Oliver's stomach feel weird, he didn't know how to describe it but it made him feel good and made his cheeks redden.

It made Oliver feel warm, to the point he stuffed his face into his pillow to scream. His parents would probably come upstairs to ask about the high-pitched, muffled scream but he didn't care.

Finney Blake made him feel... special. Like he was more important than anyone on the planet, as if he cherished the boy. Finn made Oliver feel so special and cared for unlike the one job his parents had to do.

The weird feeling Oliver felt for Finney was reciprocated, just unknown.

In Finney's bedroom, illuminated with blue string lights, Finn had hid his face in his pillow, yelling into it and kicking his legs. He kept a picture of him and Oliver, taken with the curly haired boy's camera. The picture was Finney holding the camera up, his tongue out and eyes closed due to the flash, and Oliver next to him, smiling and holding up a peace sign.

He couldn't stop smiling and blushing when he looked at the picture and he didn't know why. It gave him butterflies in his stomach and on one side, he wanted to kill said butterflies, but in another, he wanted them to create a whole ecosystem in his stomach as he loved the feeling and he loved feeling that way about his best friend.

"Ugh!" He groans, pulling his face from his pillow, looking over at the picture.

"Why do I feel this way?"

AN - hiiiii uhm. this chapter was short but idk. kinda ran out of ideas for it but I'm pretty sure next chap will be good + I wanna make a Mason fic haha