Two: The heartbeat

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*Theo's point of view*

In the quaint market square, I wandered among the stalls, my mind set on finding the perfect snacks for our project at my house. With a confident grin, I reached for a bag of chips when suddenly, my gaze was intercepted by a girl who exuded an aura of playful charm.

She stood by the display of candies, her smile infectious as she caught my eyes. Without missing a beat, she winked at me, sending a jolt of excitement through my veins.

"Hey there, handsome" she purred, her voice smooth as silk.

"Finding everything you need?" She added

I felt a surge of confidence coursing through me as I approached her, matching her playful demeanor.

"Just looking for some snacks to fuel my night" I replied, flashing her a grin.

The girl chuckled, her laughter like music to my ears.

"Well, you've definitely come to the right place," she teased, gesturing to the array of treats around them.

"What can I help you find?" She added

A few moments later, I brought the girl home, and there we began kissing , hardly biting each others lips. I banged her into the wall and I undressed her, after that I pushed the her into my bed and I took off my shirt and we're hardly kissing and touching each other. She pleaded like she wants more, her moan echoing into my ears. I could feel the warmth of her body touching my skin. Her, crying for more, begging for more.

"Ugh, ugh harder boy" she moan softly

"Faster, deeper, ughh" she begged

*Oliver's point of view*

The next day, 7:15am I woke up and remembered that I need to go to Theo's house for our Science project. I am now preparing myself, I took a shower, making myself more presentable, and ate breakfast. The time was 8:30, I drove off to Theo's house. By the time I arrived, standing in front of Theo's door, I rang the doorbell. I was shocked when I saw who opened the door, the girl Theo slept with and wearing his oversized shirt. My heart turn into pieces, I was hurt.

" Oh hi, who are you?" The girl asked while smiling

" I'm Oliver, Theo's classmate"

"And I am here for our science project. Is Theo here?" I added

"Oh yes. He's upstairs taking a shower"

I thought of leaving, then Theo showed up and went downstairs.

"I guess he's busy, I should probably come back next time" I said with an awkward voice

"Oh hey! You're here!"

"And you're not late, that's more I like it" Theo said, and then he went downstairs

"You're leaving? C'mon we haven't started yet" Theo said.

"I just thought you were busy" I said with a low voice

"What is it?" Theo asked

"Oh nothing!"

"And I see that you've met my toy already" Theo said while putting his hand on the girl's shoulder and smiling

The girl was stunned about what she heard, she was heart broken, she slapped Theo very hard and went upstairs to change her clothes and left. I remembered Arthur and about what he said about Theo, that he is wild. However that does not concern me.

We started doing our project. In a room where the sun shines so bright, with the gentle hum of creativity in the air, our figures are bent over a table, heads close together in earnest conversation. The sunlight filters through the window, casting a warm glow over the scene as we work diligently on our project.

 My eyes alight with passion and determination, meticulously arranges the pieces of our project, my fingers deftly maneuvering with precision.  Theo, the boy I thought about and dreamed about, is a vision of intelligence and charm, watches intently, offering suggestions and ideas with a smile that lights up the room. Not just the room, but he also lights up my heart inside and my eyes widened by the time he looked at me with his charming blue eyes.

I smiled and said to myself that Theo is not that really bad.

Our laughter rings out like music, filling the space with joy and camaraderie as we collaborate seamlessly, each one of us complementing the other's strengths. There's an undeniable chemistry between us, I guess. A connection that transcends mere friendship, fueling our creativity and inspiring us to reach new heights.

As we put the finishing touches on our masterpiece, our eyes met, and in that moment, everything else fades away. There's a shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has formed between us, as we stand side by side, proud of what we've accomplished together.

My gaze inadvertently locked with Theo's. Theo, the boy who made my heart race with just a smile, stood there, his eyes like oceans in the dimly lit corridor. As our eyes met, I felt a flutter in my chest, a sensation so soft and tender it almost took my breath away.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I lost myself in the depths of Theo's gaze. It was as if I could hear the rhythm of Theo's heartbeat, a gentle melody that echoed in sync with his own. In that fleeting moment, I felt a warmth spreading through me, a feeling of belonging I had never experienced before.

I said to myself that Theo is not really that bad, that he is hiding some intelligence on him, some kindness.

I went home and went straight to my room. In my dark room, I sat on my bed, imagining the things that happened earlier. I begun talking to myself, softly.

"(sighing) Okay, Oliver, you can do this. Just tell him how you feel. It can't be that hard, right?"

I pauses, my mind racing with thoughts of what to say.

"(muttering) Should I text him? And I will just act that I am asking about our project? No, that's too impersonal. Maybe I should call him? But what if he's busy, with another girl? Ugh, why is this so complicated?"

I run a hand through my hair, feeling frustrated with my own indecision.

"Come on, Oliver, you're acting like a total dork. Just be yourself and speak from the heart. That's what everyone says, right?"

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my courage.

"Okay, here goes nothing... Theo, I... I really like you. I've liked you for a while now, I've liked you since the day we met, and I-I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore."

I pause again, waiting for a response that will never come from my imagination

"Maybe one day I'll actually say this to him face to face. But for now, I guess talking to you through my imagination is enough."

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