𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡, ollie bearman

𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡, mario bearman vettel

          ANGIE RUSHED OUT OF the bus she took home every day so fast she almost knocked over an old lady. She only stopped for a moment to apologize, bending down to pick up the purse she had knocked out of the woman's arms, wearing her most sorry looking smile. The woman just rolled her eyes, amused by the pure teenage girl antics Angie was getting up to.

As Angie tapped her foot impatiently on the elevator floor, watching the number above her head slowly tick higher to the penthouse apartment she called home, she silently cursed her English teacher. She'd had the class last that day, and Ms. O'Brien had let them out five minutes late, meaning that Angie had missed her first bus home and had to wait twenty minutes for the next one.

It also meant she had to wait twenty more minutes before she could call Ollie.

Angie raced out of the elevator the moment the doors opened, fumbling with her keys and almost dropping them in her hurry to get inside her home. It was nearing half past four, almost a half hour after Angie said she would call Ollie.

After unlacing her sneakers and dumping her school bag on the sofa, Angie finally took a minute to breathe, placing a hand against her chest, trying to ease her pounding heart. She inhaled deeply, finally pulling her phone out of her pocket, where a single text lit up her screen. Of course, from the boy who had been inhabiting her thoughts so often the past few days.

Call me when you get home!

Angie immediately opened their messages, her thumb just hovering over the video call button, when she hesitated. Her stomach was churning, nerves filling her body. What if they didn't have the same rapport they had over text when they actually spoke? What if Ollie realized he didn't actually like her all that much? What if, what if, what if. An endless stream of what ifs circled through Angie's mind.

"Get a grip!" She hissed to herself, glad no one else was home yet. She looked like a crazy person, standing at the bottom of the staircase that led to the bedrooms, talking to herself. "You'll never know if you don't try."

She hit call.

Less than two seconds later, the call was answered. Ollie's dimly lit face filled Angie's phone screen, an infectious smile already on his lips. He seemed to be laying in bed, the phone held about a foot away from his face.

Angie flushed red, distracting herself by making her way upstairs, staring down at her feet so she didn't fall and embarrass herself in front of Ollie.

"Hi." Ollie spoke a minute later, his British accent already making Angie feel weak in the knees.

"Hi." Angie replied, a shy smile spreading across her lips. She had made it to her room, standing at her dresser and resting her phone against a candle. "Sorry for calling late, I missed my bus home."

"Don't worry about it." Ollie said, shifting his position in bed, resting himself on his elbows and placing his phone against a pillow.

"I literally ran to the bus, but my English teacher let me out late, so I missed it anyway." Angie complained, letting out an annoyed huff. "I looked so dumb, running with my backpack bouncing around. It was so humbling."

Ollie just laughed, his eyes trained on Angie's face. She was busy searching through her clothes, trying to find a pair of pajamas she deemed comfortable enough.

"What are you looking for?" Ollie asked, peering curiously at Angie.

"Pajamas." Angie replied, pulling the shirt she had been looking for out of the drawer with a satisfied smile.