The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

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"Come on Oliver, I'm your brother, you can talk to me you know," Joe prompted, hoping the younger boy would open up to him.

There had been something off about him the last few weeks, but Joe couldn't figure out what exactly it was. Oliver had always been good at repressing his emotions, but this wasn't something he could just hide without a trace, and it was showing through to his older brother, who, despite being as oblivious as he was, could always seem to read him exceptionally well, though he had his times where he never noticed something weird. The first few days he had just assumed he was in a mood as usual, but when he continued to get a strange feeling after a whole week he had tried to gently push him to tell him if something wasn't right.

It started off as him asking every so often, "is everything alright?" then moved to throwing a casual "you can talk to me if you want" into a conversation here and there, and when that got him absolutely nowhere, he outright said to him one night a few days ago, "I can tell that something is clearly wrong, Oliver. Please just tell me so I can leave you alone!"

As his pushes grew stronger, the younger boy only grew more agitated and simply denied it more quickly and harshly every time, telling him to simply leave it.

"Listen, Joe, I know you're worried and whatever, but it's not something you can help with, and I know I can talk to you, but just because I can doesn't mean I want to," he eventually sighed to him, firmly putting his foot down.

Standing up from the opposite side of the table they were sitting at, "why not? What could be so bad that you don't want to even tell me? You finally admit something is wrong, and you can't even tell me what it is! Just because I may not be able to help the situation doesn't mean I can't give a word of advice or just listen!"

"Can you please drop it already?! It's not that big of a deal, why are you making it such a huge thing?!" Oliver said back to him, the volume of his voice rising as he stood up as well.

"Why, is it about me? Is it something I did?" Joe asked him, confused and worried that he had messed up and hurt him.

The blond looked at his older brother, tangling a stressed hand into his hair on the side of his head, "No! Yes? I don't know anymore, Joe! Can you please just trust that there's a reason I feel like I can't talk to you right now?!"

"If I'm upsetting you I want to know what I'm doing wrong! I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me stuff, you know you can trust me!" He answered, trying to stay calm and rationalize the situation, though his temper and volume were slowly rising, showing otherwise.

"Yeah, I know I can! Can you please just listen?! This isn't because I don't trust you, it's because I don't want to hurt you!" Oliver yelled to him, finally opening up more, then scoffing as he looked away from him, "I'm not dealing with this right now, I'm gonna take out the trash or something, I'll be back in a few minutes."

As he went to the trash can and took out the bag inside, he quickly went and speedwalked towards the door, opening it as the blue-haired boy murmured to himself, "you're not gonna get away that easily."

"You can't just walk away from this, Oliver! What is it, do you like somebody or something?!" He shouted from behind him as the younger boy just opened the door.

"I-" he hesitated, stopping in his tracks for half a second, then shaking it off and walking just outside the door.

His moment of pause is what told Joe exactly what he had been searching for, though he didn't give up on trying to get more from him, "so that's what you're hiding! Why? Is it Vicky or something?! You know I moved on after she rejected me!"