Heather ~ an OC oneshot

Heather - Conan Gray

A/N: The song is above if you wanna listen to it while reading :)

I still remember the third of December

It was cold. Oliver and Carter decided to go to the mall. It was Carter's idea and to be honest, Oliver didn't really wanna be there but it couldn't hurt to get some shopping done since it was so close to the holidays.

Me in your sweater

Oliver shivered a bit. He didn't wear a coat because he assumed it would be warm in the mall. He was wrong. Carter noticed and stopped walking. Oliver stopped too, giving his boyfriend a curious look. He started to take off his hoodie. Oliver started telling him to stop, that he was going to freeze. But still, he took off the sweatshirt and handed it to him. Oliver sighed and reluctantly put the dark green fabric over his head.

You said it looked better on me then it did you.

"It looks better on you" Carter had said.

Only if you knew how much I liked you

Oliver blushed a bit, he would never get used to that. The compliments, the pet named, everything. He liked his boyfriend so much, perhaps too much. Their 3 month anniversary was coming up. Maybe he'll tell Carter he loves him? That's a thought for another time.

The pair sat down on a bench. Carter had to tie his shoe and they both wanted to rest for a while.

But I watched your eyes as she walked by. What a sight for sore eyes.

A girl, about their age, shuffled by, looking at her phone. Oliver barely noticed her but when he looked back at his boyfriend he could tell something was different. Carter's eyes were filled with an emotion that Ollie couldn't quite put his finger on. Recognition? Maybe he knew her. No, that wasn't it.

Something clicks in his brain.

Love.

Brighter than a blue sky, she's got you mesmerized, while I die.

That couldn't be right. Carter loves Oliver. That's it. Nobody else. Right?

All of the emotion builds up and comes over Oliver like a wave. He runs out of the mall. Carter is screamed behind him but he can't hear him. The only thing Oliver can hear are the thoughts that his boyfriend just fell in love at first sight. With someone that wasn't him.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty.

For the next two days, Oliver ignores Carter. He doesn't go to class, doesn't text him back, doesn't answer any of his calls. He barely even leaves his dorm.

On the third day, Friday, he goes to class. Much to his dismay, his first class is with Carter. He walks in and finds a seat, one far away from where he and Carter usually sat. Oliver keeps his head down, doesn't raise his hand, nothing. Which was very unlike him. He loves this class. He liked it even better since he had it with his boyfriend. When class is over he stands up and heads straight for the door. But before he could escape, he sees Carter talking to the girl from the mall. Even worse,

You gave her your sweater

That sent Oliver over the edge. He stomps over to Carter and pushes him, he stumbles back and trips over the leg of his chair. He's on the ground.

"What the fuck?" Carter spits out.

"Don't what the fuck me, Carter. Who is she?" He turns to the girl. Ollie has to admit, she's very pretty. She's standing there, mouth open, shocked.

"A friend. Her name is Heather. What's been up with you these past few days." Carter stands. He puts his hands across his chest.

"Why did you give her that?"

"It's the middle of December and she forgot a coat." Carter rolls his eyes, like it was the dumbest question in the world. He continues

"It's just polyester"

Oliver makes direct eye contact with him.

"But you like her better"

Carter opens his mouth to say something but then closes it again. Oliver laughs dryly.

"Hey, can't we just talk about this" He reaches out to grab Oliver's arm. He jumps back and shakes his head. In true Oliver fashion, he runs out the door.

People were looking but he didn't care. He needed to get back to his dorm. He silently prayed PJ was out.

Luckily, he was.

He falls onto his back on his bed. That's when the tears come. Everything over the past few days comes back to him. He screams and cries, he punches pillows. Then looking at the ceiling while still on his back, tears still going down the sides of his face, he speaks again.

"Wish I were Heather."