6- endless summer

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song mood
ollie mn - please never fall in love again

warning- smut (but not rlly?) idk just a kissing scene lmao

oscar's pov
« no, no, but seriously, hear me out. »

i turn to look at ruby.

« aliens basically invaded the moon in july 1969. »

« you amaze me sometimes. » she looks at me fondly, smiling.

« well...i do tend to impress everyone. it's one of my many talents. » i said, pretending to flip my hair.

« oh? and what are some of your others? »

i smile, and lean in to kiss her. softly at first, but it became more heated after a couple minutes. i lay her down on the bed, lowering my body over hers, and start gently nipping on her neck, enjoying the feeling of her left hand caressing the back of my head and her other one gripping my back.

she moans softly and tugs on my shirt. i take the cue and take it off, before taking hers off as well.
both breathless, she suddenly pulls back, her face still a few inches from mine. she looks at me intensely with her deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with pecks of gold. she had a burning question in her gaze.

i think about it for a few moments moments, not sure what to say, before finally saying « we- i can't do it. i'm sorry. »

i look down before slowly sitting up on the edge of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees and cradling my face between my hands. she does the same and rests her hand on my shoulder.

« is it because of me? » she asks, barely above a whisper.

« what? no- »

« did i do something wrong? »

« no- »

« or you just don't wanna be with me? »

« ruby. » i finally cut her off. i turn to face her and lift her chin up.

« you make me really happy. i just... » i pause, thinking about what i'm about to say.

« i just wish i could tell what's wrong but...i don't know what's wrong with me. »

she seems a little disappointed by my answer.

« look oscar, i really like hanging out with you. you're a great friend, i love our deep convos on facetime, i love your barack obama impressions, and your dad jokes...but.. »

she pauses for a little while.

« i don't want a friend right now. i want...something more. » she finally admits.

my tears threaten to fall but i fight them back and try to keep a straight face.

« we've been seeing each other for three months now. and to be honest...last summer was probably the best summer i've ever spent. because you were with me. always. »

« and i know the...first time in a couple can be...nerve-wracking. » she continues.

she stops and caresses my cheek.

« but it's also supposed to be thrilling and exciting. and...i don't know...you don't seem very excited. and before you say something, i know you care about me. »

« i do- » i start but she cuts me off.

« i know you do. but i... »

she looks around the room, avoiding my eyes.

« but...? what's wrong? » i ask, scared of her answer.

« you know what? let's cut right to the chase. »

i frown and give her a confused look.

« have you been seeing someone else? » she finally asks, her voice breaking on the few last words.

« ruby...that's not...»

« have you? » she repeats her words, a little louder and angrier this time.

i open my mouth by words don't come out. she stands up and storms out of my room. i don't even have the strength to go after her, so i just lay back down on the bed. staring at the ceiling.

i don't know what i've been feeling lately. empty, but blessed at the same time because i had her. lost but hopeful. alone but overwhelmed by the world.

since i came back to school, i couldn't stop thinking about last summer. i miss it. i miss smiling and genuinely be happy, i miss the sun, i miss sneaking out late at night and going to our secret spot.

under a tree, laying next to each other in the grass, looking at the countless stars, the moonlight reflecting in our eyes. talking for hours.

i needed a friend. no, not just a friend...a confidant. i just want someone that i can talk to without being judged, someone who understands me, someone who loves me.

i just need someone to hug me and tell me everything's gonna be okay.

i reached to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. with one last deep breath, i pressed call.

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