𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 ; ᶠᶦⁿⁿᵉʸ ᴮˡᵃᵏᵉ

iii

"Jupiter!" Finney engulfes Oliver into a hug, both boys smiling as they found each other in the school hallways.

"Hi Finn" Oliver speaks, pulling away from Finney as they begin to walk to class.

"You sleep any better last night?" Finney asks

Oliver shrugs, glancing down at his lightly freckled arm that brushed against Finney's. Finn seemed to notice this as well, quickly looking away and holding back a smile.

Finn, with a tiny boost of confidence from his over the phone talk with Robin the last night, intertwines his right pointer finger with Oliver's left ring finger as they continue walking down the hall surrounded by blue lockers and other students. This catches Oliver a bit off guard but he just goes with it, leading the way to science before the bell rang and they'd be late. Finn hides his smile, being dragged by the curly haired boy into class, smiling towards Ms. Milner just as the bell rings.

The two sit down next to each other, staying silent as the teacher announced a free study day, meaning Finney and Oliver in the back of the class could goof off again. Finney was fidgeting and twirling with his little toy spaceship as Oliver was doodling little planets and stars in his notebook, both boys not wanting to study whatsoever.

Finney looks over at Oliver, glancing down at the doodles then back up at the mess of curls. He sets the spaceship down, resting his cheek in his hand as he watches the boy draw, the groups of students in front of them, talking and conversing muting their already silent 'thing.' Oliver looks over, giving Finn a small smile as he turns back down to his notebook.

Finn then gets distracted by another classmate asking if Finn had the notes from the last lesson they missed. As Finney was pulling out his notebook, Oliver turns to another page, where he'd started sketching out a drawing of Finn. He'd posed Finney in the classic 'Cheek resting in hand', and was breaking the fourth wall, looking at the viewer.

All it needed was greyscale coloring, aka, Oliver just had to color it with his pencil. The classmate with red hair and green eyes sits down at the table, talking to Finn while Oliver turns towards Finney, sitting criss-cross in his chair as he glances up at the boy every so often. Oliver concentrated and focused on the drawing as he began getting bored, so for a moment he'd take a break to write Finney's name at the top and his signature at the bottom.

He wrote Finn's name in cursive, putting a small heart in place of the 'i' like he was a twelve year old girl with a crush on some stupid boy who wasn't even attractive. In the bottom right corner, he signed his name in a small font, all uppercase. 'O. Jupiter' He turns the page back as the redhead stands up, thanking Finney as they walk away. The curly haired boy sets the notebook back down on the table, continuing his little doodles as the boy with the mop hair turns to him.

"Hi again"

"Hi"

Oliver picks at his forehead, beneath his curls, the many bumps and red spots always bothered him. Finney slaps his hand away as he sees blood staining his fingers, scolding him like a mother. Oliver apologizes while he pulls his curls back over his forehead, groaning as he needed to go wash his face in between classes. The lack of sleep didn't help his naturally oily skin, so most the time he'd have to bring cotton pads soaked in witch hazel to help clean the oil and dirt off his face during school, to avoid even more acne than he had.

Finney takes the boy's hand as he subconsciously picks at his skin, "You need to learn how to stop"

"I know" Oliver groans, "I can't just stop, I need something to fuck around with that'll get my complete attention so I won't do it. I can't find anything that works"

Finney turns to his notebook and textbook that sit on the table, his toy spaceship resting next to it. The brunette hastily grabs it, handing it to Oliver. Oliver looks down at the spaceship to Finn, his eyebrows furrowed.

"No. Keep it, dude" Oliver speaks

"No, if it could help you stop picking at your skin then take it" Finney says in a serious, stern tone

"No" Oliver answers

Finn sarcastically rolls his eyes, going back to watching Oliver doodle all over the page. In doing so, he does the same pose Oliver was just drawing him in, practical.

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Everything started to get worse, the paper thin walls made of glass that Oliver used to protect himself were starting to crack, he couldn't take being stuck in his own house under these conditions anymore. His migraines were getting worse, he was getting in trouble more often for sleeping in Ms. Milner's class and Finney would start getting detentions if he kept defending the curly haired boy. Oliver didn't even know how his parents actually stayed up so late to just fight and argue, it always ended up with someone in tears and one in their bed, one on the couch downstairs.

He thought he was what was wrong now at this point, like he was the disappointment because one of them always had to bring him up like he was a topic to be worrying about. He didn't know what to do or say, and everytime Ms. Harris sent him to the counselors office, he just stayed silent, he didn't want to talk about it or even think about it, let alone to someone he didn't know whatsoever. He'd rather talk about it to Robin or Finney.

That bullshit phrase that 'Everything said in this room stays in this room' made him want to scream. She was the same lady to call CPS for many other kids and the next day they'd be bruised or in tears, running into school for safety or you'd never see them again. Like Kevin, and Joe. Or what about Cary, Martin, Preston, Alice, Ashley, Maxine, the list could go on.

Laying in bed, staring at the little Jupiter spin from the lamp, he'd had enough of his parent's bickering and arguing. It was Friday night, he was supposed to be at Robin's with him and Finney, but guess who said no last second. Groaning and scoffing, the boy stands up, fixing his two-piece space themed pajamas, forcing black socks on his feet, and his black sneakers. He carefully unties the small planet from the lamp, not wanting to break it as he stuffs it in his pants pocket. He grabs his headphones and Walkman, a Fleetwood Mac cassette already in it.

He opens his door, slamming it behind him as he storms downstairs, closer to the adults screaming and arguing in the living room. He opens the front door, letting the door close itself loudly as he pulls his headphones over his ears, the deck clicking as he started the cassette. Landslide.

He walks down the sidewalk, careful and aware of his surroundings, as the dark scenery, even in this normally safe town, wasn't always safe. You never knew what you could get into in the middle of the night. The calming music muffled the outside noise and Oliver's anger, staring down at the tiny planet in his hands.

Already half a mile away from his home, he wanted to turn back, an eerie feeling sending chills up his spine.

He should've thought about it sooner.

AN - Oliver has acne and istfg if anyone says something mean ur getting muted 💀💀 anyways hopefully some fun stuff happens next chapter idk