𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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{2.5}
"gunshot wounds"
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OLLIE'S LIST OF THINGS THAT cause him insurmountable rage was growing.
Closer to the top were the obvious things. Turtlenecks, button-ups, pants that are too tight around his ankles, watches that pull out your arm hair, sunburns, racists, Mr. Harris, Pablo from the swim team, anklets, headaches, throwing up, hangnails, deodorant that stains shirts, when people step on the back of his shoes, orange soda, coffee that is more cream than actual coffee, when he feels bloated after eating four servings of mac n cheese, chameleons, when the callouses on his hands rip off after trying to do twelve consecutive pull ups, ostriches, things of that nature. But lately, he was having more and more things to add on. Werewolf superiority complexes, getting knocked out, passing out due to blood loss, unconveniantly timed visions (and visions in general), when people talk about his parents, and - perhaps most of all - Matt.
He didn't think that the night could get any worse. He had already been beat up, poisoned, kidnapped, and threatened with a gun like, thirteen times. Plus, his boyfriend's dad was handcuffed to a chair by a maniac, and said boyfriend was now also experiencing the whole "paralyzed" thing. And to add on to the Matt hatred - he was now trying to use him as another front for firearm violence.
"No way," Ollie's voice was almost capturing just how angry he felt, but his glare was having a difficult time conveying those emotions without tears coming to his eyes. He knelt to the ground next to Stiles, doing his best to ignore Jackson's reptile breath on the back of his neck. "No way in hell."
"I don't think you understand what's happening here, Oliver." Matt shot back, looking as if he was struggling not to roll his eyes. "I say something is going to happen, and it happens. Now, Jackson, Derek, and Stiles are going in there,-" he gestured to a room off to the side, "-and you and Scott are coming with me to greet his mother."
Ollie turned to look at Scott, who seemed as if he was struggling to keep it together. "Come on, Ols." The boy said, clenching his fists. "Let's just get her out of here."
"How am I supposed to believe that you won't try to kill them while we're gone?" Ollie demanded, gritting his teeth. Matt actually did roll his eyes this time, responding with a condescending edge to his voice.
"Well I guess you don't. But I can tell you that those chances are about ninety percent more likely if you don't shut the hell up and do as I say!"
Ollie's face flushed red, and Stiles must have noticed; as he spoke up from his spot on the ground. "It's alright, Ol." He said, his voice sounding slightly raspy, due to Matt having stepped on his throat moments before. "If he tries anything, Derek and I will just obliterate him due to our super strong friendship."
