Just Like That [Len x Oliver Fanfiction]

Chapter 8 - Day 8 of 10

~Len's POV~

"U-urgh...." I groaned softly as I opened my eyes, being blinded by the bright light. "What...?" I asked quietly to myself, becoming adjusted to the light as I sat up and looked around. The room was blandly white and reeked of medicine.

"Ah, Mr. Kagamine," a voice came from beside me, and I looked over to see a nurse. "You're finally awake."

"H...how long was I out...?" I asked. The last thing I could remember was...the shower incident....

"It's only been two days so far," the nurse replied happily.

"T-two days...?!" I exclaimed, tossing the blanket off of me and running out the door. "Thanks for the hospitality!" I yelled back, managing a snicker at my pun. I heard my nurse call after me as I ran out the door; she seemed worried and upset. That didn't matter to me, though.

A few nurses scolded me as I ran past them for running in the halls, but I didn't pay any attention to them as I kept running. I knew where I was headed, anyway. Oliver's house.

It was a long run from the hospital to Oliver's house, but I knew damn well that I needed to see him. Another thing I knew damn well was that my parents and my idiot sister didn't give a shit about me, so they probably didn't even bother visiting me in the hospital the past two days. It didn't really bother me, though.

"Oliver!" I shouted as I knocked on the door to his house. "Open up, please!"

After a moment, the door opened to an angry woman with long, curly blonde hair. "Can I help you?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Yes, actually," I said, pointing a finger in the air. "Is Oliver home?"

The woman, who I assumed to Oliver's mother at this point, shook her head. "He's at school. Now that I think about it," she narrowed her eyes at me, "why aren't you at school either?"

"Ma'am, ma'am," I placed a hand on my hip, "I just got out of the hospital, you see."

"The hospital?!" Oliver's mother asked, her eyes practically bulging out of her head.

"Yeah. You see these bandages?" I pointed to the bandages wrapped around my head. "I slipped and fell in the shower and hit my head. Hard, if I may add. Obviously, I'm all better now."

Oliver's mother stood there in a shocked silence, the look upon her face very obvious. "And...you've definitely been home first, correct?"

"Nope," I replied, swaying on my feet a bit.

At this point, she seemed to break down. "You haven't even seen your parents first?!" She asked, placing a hand to her forehead. "Wait, how did you get out of the hospital...?" She was hesitant to continue.

"I ran," I answered bluntly, smiling.

"Y...you ran?!"

"Yup."

Oliver's mother sighed heavily, shaking her head. "I'll take you to your house. Where do you live?"

"About two blocks away." I pointed off in the direction and gave her my address. She ushered me into her car and started the engine.

"Kids are such a handful...." She mumbled to herself—even though I could hear her clearly—as she pulled out of the driveway and headed in the direction of my house.

Once we arrived, I thanked her and got out of the car, saying that I could take the rest from here. She just huffed.

"Alright," she mumbled, seeming uncertain. "Make sure your parents know where you are at all times," she added, her tone firm and demanding.

I nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now run along." Oliver's mother waved a hand at me, and waited a moment before leaving. I just waited until she was out of sight before I headed to school. Like I cared that my parents knew where I was.

It wasn't too far of a walk, so I took my time getting there. It's not like I actually wanted to get to class, so what's the point in rushing?

It wasn't long until I reached the school grounds. It was a while after lunch, so I assumed that it was about one o'clock. That would mean that school was almost over. I smirked.

I just kinda...waltzed in without really caring who saw me. Luckily, there were no teachers around for some reason, so I didn't really have to sneak around anyway.

The bell rang for passing period, and I beamed. I would get to see Oliver! I mentally bounced up and down with joy, but I didn't want to disturb anyone in the hall. I looked around. Oliver wasn't anywhere, so I found Piko and asked him.

"Piko!" I called out, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "Hey, buddy, pal, friend, chum~"

Piko flinched, glaring at me. He did look a bit shocked, but didn't ask about where I had been. "What did you do and does it involve the police?"

I pursed my lips. "No, and I didn't do anything. I just wanted to ask if you've seen Oliver anywhere."

"Actually, the new guy dragged him off at lunch. He made a pretty big fuss about it."

"New guy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Piko nodded, "new guy. She—I mean, he has long red hair and crossdresses. He's pretty weird, if you ask me."

I tilted my head to the side. "Crossdresser?" I huffed, removing my arm from Piko's shoulders and placing it on my hip. "Thanks. Do you know where they went?"

Piko shrugged. "They headed off by the gym, but most classes have ended by now and neither Oliver nor the new guy are in any of my classes so it's safe to say they're probably gone by now."

I sighed. "I'll check anyway. Thanks, Piko."

"No problem."

I headed off towards the gymnasium, and peeked my head into the locker room. I could hear faint voices, but nothing was coherent. However, I could easily tell that it was Oliver. Now I just have to get closer and hear what they're talking about....

"So they're still here...?" I mumbled to myself, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. I headed into the locker room, making sure to keep quiet as I snuck towards the two, listening in.

My face twisted with anger, sadness, and a bit of disgust as I watched the two.

The new guy had Oliver pressed up against the lockers, his shirt unbuttoned and his overcoat slipped off his shoulders. I watched in horror as the redhead pressed his lips against Oliver's. My Oliver's!

"Oliver, you...." I murmured to myself, but unluckily, he heard and his eyes shot open, pushing the new guy away.

"L-Len, wait...." Oliver looked pained as he glared at the redhead before taking a step towards me. "I-I didn't—"

"No!" I shouted, cutting him off. Tears poured down my cheeks as I looked down, clenching my fists. "It's c-clear to me, h-how you really feel. T-thank you." I nodded my head and shakily ran off as Oliver called to me. I didn't look back.

I knew something was off.... Of course, he wouldn't actually love someone like me.... He was only playing me.... I'm so stupid for actually loving him....