You scoffed in annoyance as your best friend brushed coldly past your shoulder.
"Really, Oliver?" your tone was cold and distant but it was nothing compared to his,
"Yes, really," he stripped from his suit leaving him in just some gym shorts.
Oliver once again stalked past you to grab his shirt from the other side of the room, and he quickly pulls it on, practically running away when you try to approach him.
"Oliver, what the hell man!?" You yell your frustration getting the best of you, but he just kept walking, "hey, asshole, i'm talking to you!"
All you wanted was to ask your best friend how his day was and he just kept blowing you off. Normally, you would've been sprawled out across his lap talking about how your boss was giving you extra work and then he'd talk back equally as annoyed as you, about how work was in the office. But now he wouldn't even look at you.
Enraged, you stalked up to the retreating man and stand in front of him to block his path.
"What is wrong with you?!"
"I love you, okay?! That's what's wrong!" Oliver finally spoke his face bright red with embarrassment and annoyance.
"You- what?" your jaw dropped to the floor and the anger of your previous statement was gone and replaced with shock.
"I love you," he repeated, only this time he was no longer yelling.
Once the gravity of his words set in you smiled widely and jumped into his arms pressing your lips to your in a yearning kiss he happily reciprocated.
"I love you, too."
