Inanimate High; an Inanimate Insanity Fanfiction Human AU

Chapter Thirty: Sleepover

Hey, I apologize for the chapters being shorter than usual, I haven't had many ideas for this story lately, so please bear with me. Enjoy! (also btw there's lemon so yea)

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Oliver and Page talked and laughed during lunch.

"Remember when we first met?" Oliver asked.

"Yes, of course! I'd say it was the best day of my life!"

Oliver smiled at Page's cuteness.

"Really? How'd we meet then?"

"It was the first week of fifth grade. You saw me sitting all alone during lunch and decided to talk to me. We talked throughout the entire lunch, and you asked if we could hang out more often. I said yes, and our friendship bloomed."

"What was the very first thing I said to you?"

Page cleared his throat, and attempted to make his voice deeper.

"You said, 'Hey, you're looking pretty down. Wanna talk?'"

"Wow, you remembered exactly what I said?"

"Yup! You were my first friend for the first time in a while. And the only one who accepted me for who I was..."

"You know, we haven't really seen each other out of school lately. Do you think we should meet up somewhere after school?"

"Hmm...I know! How about you sleep over at my house tonight?"

"That sounds fun. Would your parents let you?"

"Of course! They love seeing me with my friends! What about your parents?"

"They always say, 'As long as you aren't doin' drugs or drinkin' alcohol, go right ahead!' whenever I want to go to a friend's house."

"Perfect! How about you come to my house at 5:00?"

"Sounds like a plan."

After school...

Page sat in his room, awaiting his friend's arrival. He looked at his hand-made doll of Oliver he had made. He had always felt strong feelings for Oliver, so having a doll of him always made him feel happy, and he'd keep it with him whenever he could. He slept with it most nights, but tonight, he wouldn't need it. The real Oliver would be with him tonight. He knew it might've been a little creepy, but he kept it to himself.

 About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Page shouted. He opened the door and saw Oliver with a backpack, sleeping bag, and pillow.

"Hey, Page."

"Hi, Oliver! Come on in."

Oliver walked inside, and Page showed him his room.

"You can just set your things down by the door, and we can set out your sleeping bag."

After everything was set up, Page made some popcorn and brought some drinks into his room, and the two sat on his bed to watch some movies. After a while, Page's mom knocked on his door.

"Come in!" Page called, pausing his TV.

"Page," his mother started, "your father and I are going to sleep. Please go to bed at a reasonable time."

"Okay, mom."

The two finished the movie.

"Hey," Oliver said, "let's play truth or dare."

"Um, alright..." Page said, a bit nervous.

The two sat on the floor.

"You go first, Page."

"Okay. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Uh...Oh! Is it true that you're bi? Or did you just say you were to make me feel better?"

"I'm actually bi. No joke."

"Alrighty."

"Truth or dare?"

"...Dare."

"Alright. I dare you..." He smirked. "To kiss me."

"W-What?!"

"I said that I dare you to kiss me."

"L-Like, on th-the lips?"

"Of course, where else?"

"Uhm...O-Okay, then.."

Page slowly leaned forward, blushing and trembling.

"Page, could you go any slower?"

Oliver grabbed Page's face and smashed their lips together. Page blushed even darker. As Oliver deepened the kiss, Page felt an immense wave of pleasure and relief. He knew that if Oliver dared him to do this, he obviously had the same feelings for Page.

Page's POV:

I could tell I was a blushing mess. When I thought things couldn't get any more heated, Oliver brought his hands to my side and up under my shirt. I felt his tongue on my lips. I placed a hand on his cheek, and the other on his shoulder. I felt his hand start to move down to my waist.

We heard footsteps. He quickly pulled away, and he motioned me to get onto my bed. I could tell what he was doing, so I quickly climbed onto my bed, and he got into his sleeping bag. As I covered myself with my blanket, my mom quietly opened my door.

"You two heading to bed?" She asked.

"Yup," Oliver said. "We were just about to switch off the light."

"Alright, goodnight you two."

We said goodnight and she shut the door. I sighed in relief.

"Quick thinking," I said.

"Thanks."

"So...Does this mean you like-like me?"

"What else?"

I smiled. "Do you think we can be boyfriends?"

"Of course."

"Well, then...Goodnight."

"I love you."

"I love you too..."

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