♡ Loner V.S. Influencer ♡

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Summary: Oz and Milo got off on the wrong foot when they first arrived in Camp Spooky, and given their amazing luck, they shared a tent with each other. After a late night talk, Oz's opinion of the reaper takes a turn into the positive.

A/N: Do I hear enemies to lovers?

Day #8: Midnight Talks


    There was no sugar-coating it, Oz found Milo annoying as hell. It all started off on the bus ride to Camp Spooky, where Milo was insistent on taking selfies with basically every monster on the bus for their Instagram. Oz didn't really appreciate this because... well he's Oz, and it almost immediately put Milo on his list.

Then the two got paired as tent-mates, which Oz immediately gritted his teeth at. He was hoping to be paired with someone from the color crew or at least someone tolerable, but I guess the world had it out for him. Milo brought a total of eight bags containing clothes alone, so it was a nightmare moving into the tent and organizing everything.

Luckily the two got a bigger tent than most of the other campers given that Milo was notorious for overpacking, but still, it was a huge bother. Milo's stuff was intruding on Oz's side of the tent and he couldn't really do anything about it, but that wasn't even the worst part.

The one reason Oz went camping was to be around nature and do camp activities with his friends, but no matter where he went, Milo was mysteriously there for some reason. Literally everywhere, once Oz was in the middle of the forest and Milo stumbled upon him.

Anyway, the universe has it out for Oz, he's already going insane and it has only been one week of camp. His friends weren't even hanging out with him anymore because they were all busy trying to find people to watch the meteor shower with, which just left him all alone.

One night during the campfire, Oz ended up getting a mystery drink from Juan and decided to drink his sorrows away. He ended up with five of those said drinks in his system and heading to his tent early given that he was beginning to smell colors. Milo, noticing Oz's condition, excused themself from their log in order to check up on Oz.

They entered their tent to notice the blanket Oz hung up around his bed was drawn, covering the fearlings bed from view. Milo was about to peek in to see if Oz was okay, but decided against it when they heard a sniff from the other end. It sounded as though Oz was trying to cover up the fact he was crying, and Milo didn't want to anger their tentmate more than they already have. So, they laid down on their bed and pulled out their phone.

They stayed like that till around midnight, that was until Oz pulled back his makeshift curtain and stared right at Milo, who was listening to music in their earbuds. Noticing the boy, Milo pulled out their earbuds and gave a simple, "Sup,"

"Why did you come into the tent so early?" Oz asked while sitting down on his bed, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground.

"I deserve to hang around cooler people than those losers," Milo replied simply, pretending to scroll on their phone in order to not give Oz too much attention. Oz tilted his head, refusing to take that as a proper answer.

"Tell me why you actually left your log." Oz said while kicking his feet back and forth, trying his best to keep his balance.

"Okay, I was concerned for you, sue me!" Milo shouts, which causes Oz to coil back from the reaper, who has officially set down their phone.
"I saw how many drinks Juan gave you and I was worried. I know you hate me for whatever reason, but that doesn't mean I'm mocking you whenever I enter the tent!"

"Whatever reason?" Oz yells back at Milo, not caring that most of the camp could hear his voice. "You are one of the most intolerable monsters I have had the displeasure of meeting, and I go to school with Damien!"

"You don't care about the people around you," Oz continues, tears forming in his eyes. "You pack like you're preparing for an apocalypse, and you won't leave me alone!"

Milo just stared back at Oz, shocked that he was yelling at them. Oz was a very quiet monster and mostly kept to himself, but now he was shouting every problem he had with Milo out for the entire camp to hear... what the hell did Juan put in that drink?

"And worst of all," Oz continues on the brink of tears, thankfully not yelling this time. "People adore you for it. It doesn't matter how insufferable you are, people will still want to watch that stupid meteor shower with you."

After that last sentence, Oz broke down crying, covering his face by raising his legs and Milo froze in shock before walking over to the fearling. Milo sat down and wrapped their arms around the boy, and to their surprise, Oz hugged them back.

They stayed like that for a bit, just trying to recover from what the hell just happened. Milo handed Oz a water bottle after a minute or two, which made Oz laugh, claiming he wasn't drunk.

"For the record," Milo starts and Oz makes eye contact with the reaper's glowing eyes. "I haven't been purposely following you around. You and I just have a lot in common when it comes to our hobbies."

"I doubt that," Oz claims in between sips of his water. "You and I are basically polar opposites, why the hell would you go on a nature walk?"
"Well," Milo starts. "I like to photograph nature to share with my followers. I might not enjoy things for the exact same reasons you do, however, we both still enjoy the same hobbies regardless."

It went silent after that, the two just sitting with each other. Oz could've been too drunk, but he might actually be enjoying(?) Milo's company, while Milo was trying to fix their reputation in Oz's eyes.

"You know darling," Milo starts and Oz turns to look at them. "You might actually enjoy your time here more if you hung out with the other campers. I mean, that's what your friends are doing right?"

The question lingered in the air before Oz quietly replied, "Yeah."

Oz actually considered the question. Most of the time he's spent at camp has been by himself either reading in the cabin or walking around in the forest alone, that is until Milo eventually shows up. He actually hasn't tried to make any new friends or even engage in conversation with someone he didn't know prior to camp.

Oz wanted to continue the conversation he and Milo were having, but the drinks finally got to him and he got hit with a wave of exhaustion. Slowly, he fell asleep and Milo couldn't help but laugh at the boy before tucking him into his bed.

The next morning Oz's head hurt, like really badly. This was the worst hangover he's ever had, and thankfully Milo wasn't in the tent to bother Oz at the current moment.

"Morning darling!" Shit. "So turns out, you drank five truth bomb potions last night which explains a lot. Anyway, I had Juan brew you up something to get rid of your hangover."

Oz took the bottle almost immediately and swallowed down the contents in seconds. It felt like his brain was freezing up before suddenly feeling completely normal again. Milo smiled at him before grabbing a bag in the corner of the tent.

"So," Milo started and Oz looked up at them. "Polly, Calculester, Damien, and I are all heading to the lake if you'd like to join."

"No, I'm fine." Oz said impulsively while getting up from his bed and for a second, he caught Milo frowning at him. It nearly gave him whiplash, he's only seen the reaper in their happy, influencer persona.

"Alright, your loss." Milo says before grabbing sunscreen and heading out of the tent. It took Oz a total of ten seconds to crack and run out of the tent.

"Hey Milo, wait up!"

The reaper smiled to themself hearing the voice behind them. Eventually, the fearling caught up to the reaper and they walked to the lake together; halfway through the walk Milo intertwined the two's hands together and to Oz's surprise, he didn't push them away.

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