The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

Pillow Fight

"So whatcha wanna do?!" Sara asked eagerly as she jumped onto Oliver's bed, crossing her legs and staring at the boy in front of her.

Tonight was the first time she was ever sleeping over at a boys house (no thanks to her father), and that boy happened to be Oliver Yang, her tutor and friend who lived across the hall. The fact that he lived across the hall was probably the only reason she had been allowed to stay over in the first place, along with the fact that her dad had made her and Oliver gather in the living room of Sara's apartment and agree to a fairly lengthy list of rules, even going as far as having them sign a literal contract he had written up.

After all the work they had done to make this sleepover possible, they were both very excited and wanted to make sure it was a good night. Sara glanced all around the room, her eyes eventually spotting a black item in the corner of the room and recognized it as a guitar case.

Her eyes widened in excitement and she brought her fists to just in front of her chest and asked hopefully, "can you play something for me on your guitar???"

Nervously, a little bit overwhelmed by the amount of energy she had, he answered, "maybe another time."

"Well you've gotta play me a song sometime Oliver!" Sara exclaimed starry-eyed, looking forward to the day that he was now obligated to play her something.

"Okay, fine, someday," he sighed, smiling a bit at the end.

It was then that he got an idea, holding back a devious smirk as he spoke, "I've got an idea."

She smiled up towards him, sitting on the bed still while he stood, "what is it?"

"Close your eyes for a moment," he grinned evilly.

However, Sara failed to notice the mischievous look and obliged, closing her eyes and waiting. Quietly, Oliver walked closer to her and leaned down, his face closing in on hers, only inches away.

Rule #4: At least one foot distance between faces. Broken.

"Good, her eyes are actually closed," he thought as he quickly pulled back, not even realizing his face was tinted slightly pink.

Sara Lin felt her heartbeat drastically speed up and red color her cheeks as she felt the boys warm breath softly go over her face for a split second, then disappearing without a trace, almost like he had come to his senses after coming just that little bit too close. As Oliver leaned away from her face, he took silent steps sideways, reaching behind Sara's back and gripping his hand around a small bit of fabric, pulling it back towards his body as discreetly as he possibly could have.

"So..... What exactly am I waiting f- OOF!" She was abruptly cut off by something soft hitting her very suddenly, startling her.

Her eyes shot open to see the blond boy clutching a pillow in his hands and grinning slyly at her. Her face quickly darkened, and his expression fell and the whole energy of the room shifted as she looked at the floor and stood up from her spot on his bed, her fists tightly clenched by her side.

Oliver froze, not knowing what she was thinking or doing, worried he had done something wrong until Sara looked up just enough to be able to give him a menacing look with only her eyes, saying darkly, "you dare oppose me, mortal?"

Covertly reaching an arm behind her body, she continued talking, her demeanor still clouded and shady, "you really think that a weakling of your manner can overtake someone like me? If this is true, then you're sorely mistaken!" She finished her sentence yelling, then lunging at the boy, pillow in hands, swinging violently.