The Odd Squad Ball (An Odd Squad Fanfiction)

Feelings and Slight Jealousy

Otto watched nervously as Oscar and Miss O waltzed on the sliver dance floor. They made it look so easy. He had had a great time freestyle dancing to the best musical band in the world, but now, as soon as the music for this song ended, he knew he would have to choose a dance partner and the thought of that was terrifying.

Otto glanced over at Olive who was watching Oscar and Miss O excitedly. Should he ask her? Such awkward things could come out of such an action. He didn't want her to think that he liked her, because he didn't.

Or did he? She was nice, a bit too serious at times, but still, he enjoyed being around her. Also, he had to admit, she was kind of cute when she got excited about something. He liked the way her eyebrows slanted downward when she was focusing particularly hard on something.

Yes, maybe he did have a slight crush on her, but could he simply go up and ask her to dance?

And then the song came to an abrupt end and Otto gave in.

While a terrible internal conflict raging inside of him, Otto began to move slowly toward Olive. He had made up his mind that if he absolutely had to dance with anyone it would be easiest with her. Olive began turning his way and he opened his mouth to ask her when Oren appeared out of no where, tapped Olive on the shoulder, and asked her to dance.

Olive looked furiously at Oren, but for some reason seemed to polite to refuse, and was led away onto the dance floor.

In desperation Otto asked the only person nearest him to dance. The girl was one of Doctor O's assistants whom he had met at least twice. She seemed nice and was wearing a soft green dress, but Otto hardly noticed, he was scanning the dance floor for Olive and Oren.

He spotted them dancing in a far corner. Oren was speaking to Olive and she smiled politely at what he said.

For some reason, the sight of this caused a miniature volcano to erupt inside his chest. Olive's smiles were rare and the fact that she had smiled at Oren and not him, caused Otto to consider pulling out his pudding-inator and blasting Oren on the spot.

The song came to an end as quickly as it had started. Without a backward glance at the girl he had been dancing with, Otto moved towards Olive as quickly as he could. Once again, however, he was too late and watched distraught as Olive was asked to dance by Owen. With a slowly sinking heart Otto asked Octavia to dance.

And so, the night continued in the same unbearable pattern. Otto would try to ask Olive to dance, someone else would get there before him, and he would be left to find another partner. He had danced with Octavia, Doctor O, Oksana, Orchid (that one did not go well), and even Miss O herself. 

At last, extremely depressed and frustrated, Otto left the dance floor and took a seat in the farthest corner of the room with a large stack of cookies for comfort. This night was not going at all well.