New - (boyxboy)

Chapter 8 - You Think So?

"La fin," Oliver announced, ending his and Will's small skit. They took a quick bow as the class clapped before sitting back down in their seats. It had been two weeks since Will had gone to Oliver's house, and the two had met up a few times to work on the role play they had just performed.

Madame Batonvert clapped delightedly. "Well done, the both of you. That was exactly what I wanted from this role play and you both did it excellently. Very well done," she smiled at the boys before calling on another pair to go up and do their little role play. As they watched the other pairs perform, Oliver bounced in his seat, ecstatic over how well they had done. Will watched him with a small smile on his face, glad to see how happy Oliver was. They had both worked on it so much over the last fortnight, so getting such good feedback was very satisfying indeed.

Once the class had ended, the two boys quickly packed up their things and headed out. "I'm so happy Madame enjoyed our performance that much," Oliver said cheerfully as the two walked towards their lockers.

"Well, we put in a ton of work and I think it showed, so we should get a good mark for it," Will smiled, amused by Oliver's cheerfulness.

"You think so?" Oliver asked, big grin on his face. Will nodded in reply. All of a sudden, Will was stumbling backwards at the force of Oliver's body, who had launched himself at the redhead out of nowhere. By the time Will had found his footing again, Oliver had already retreated from the quick hug he had given Will. "I-err, sorry about that," Oliver apologised, blushing slightly as Will tried to wrap his head around what had just happened. "I shouldn't have done that."

"I-uh, no, that's ok," Will stumbled, giving Oliver as comforting a smile as possible because truthfully, he kinda enjoyed Oliver's body against him. "But why the hug?" he asked, confused by Oliver's action.

"I was never all that good at French, to be honest," Oliver sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I was average but not that great. So I was kind of worried since this is senior year and all our results this year count. I didn't want to bomb out this year because I suck at French, so I wanted to try really hard. And to be perfectly honest, the only reason we did really well was because of you," he admitted, staring at the ground as they walked, not wanting to look at Will.

Will was touched by his admission, a warm heat radiating through his body as his cheeks started to blush. "What are you on about?" he asked. "You put in as much work as I did!"

"Yeah but you changed most of what I wrote and made it way more better that I could've ever thought of," Oliver said, giving Will a smile that, to Will, look sort of sad.

"Well, if you ever need help, you know who to come to," Will grinned, playfully nudging Oliver's shoulder with his own. Oliver grinned back, the dark cloud hanging over him now gone. Will liked Oliver's smile. It softened Oliver's somewhat hard and masculine face and gave him this glow that Will absolutely adored.

"So are you going to the beach party tomorrow?" Oliver asked as they arrived in front of Will's locker.

"Ah no, my friends weren't really planning on it," Will shrugged, opening his locker. Oliver leant against the lockers next to him.

"Damn, that's a shame. You should come, it'll be fun!" Oliver said, trying to convince Will. Will shrugged again, not really interested in going. "Aww, c'mon, don't be a party pooper," Oliver teased, poking Will's shoulder. Will ignored him, continuing to pack his bag and shrugging off Oliver's pokes. "I'm not going to stop until you say you'll come tomorrow," Oliver stated as he continued his barrage of pokes as if it were Facebook circa 2009.

"Fine, I'll go," Will relented, his shoulder becoming sore from the constant poking. Oliver grinned and lowered his hand. "Why do want me to come so much anyway?" Will asked as he zipped up his bag.

"I don't like, like, half the people going to the party, so I want someone there who I actually like hanging out with," Oliver replied with a shrug.

"If you don't like the people going, why are you even going then?" Will questioned, locking up his locker.

"Stace is making me go," Oliver stated, making a face. Over Oliver's shoulder, Will saw Liv motioning him to hurry up. Will tried to silently tell her he'd be a minute but Oliver caught on, checking over his shoulder to see Liv trying to mime something undecipherable back. "Looks like your girlfriend is calling on you," he teased, turning back to Will. "You better come tomorrow or I'll kill you on Monday!" Oliver called out, starting to walk backwards away from Will.

Will laughed to himself at Oliver's weirdness before racing off to catch up to Liv.

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It was several hours later when Will was able to talk to someone about the niggling thought he'd had over the last fortnight. Laying on mattresses in Cash's lounge room, Will and Liv filled the silence with mindless chatter while the other girls were fast asleep.

"There,! Now she can't say she doesn't snore," Liv whispered, ending the recording of Emmie's heavy snoring.

As Liv put her phone away, Will began to build the courage to talk. "Can I tell you something?" he asked once Liv was laying back down.

"Of course you can," Liv replied, turning to face him. "What's up?" she asked with a kind smile.

"Ummm, lately I've been having some thoughts, and I can't believe you were all right about this, but I think I might possibly, y'know, like Oliver?" Will mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed. He turned his face into his pillow and blew out a puff of air. Turning back to look at Liv, he saw a huge grin on her face.

"What...?" he questioned, a bit worried about why she looked like that.

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" she chanted, doing a little wriggle in her sleeping bag that Will assumed was supposed to be her happy dance. "Awww, that's so cute," she gushed, hand against cheek and a big smile on her face. "So, what now?" she asked.

"What do you mean, 'what now'?" Will asked back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"How are you gonna get him to be your boyfriend, duh," Liv replied, rolling her eyes.

"There is no plan, I mean, I'm pretty sure he has a massive crush on Stacey Harcroft," Will frowned. "And even if he didn't, he's straight, so," he added, shrugging.

"Well you'll never know for sure unless you try something," Liv said, looking quite serious about the matter. "What were the two of you talking about at the lockers today?"

"He invited me to that party down the beach tomorrow with all the popular kids but I don't really wanna go," Will answered, scrunching up his nose at the thought of going to the party. Liv gasped loudly before grinning widely, a plot forming in her head. "Oh no, what are you thinking?" Will asked, worried about what Liv had planned.

"I'm gonna talk to the girls tomorrow and we're all going to that party, and why?" she asked before Will could. "Because the truth comes out when people are drunk," she smirked.

"I don't really have a say in any of this, do I?" Will asked, already knowing the answer. Liv shook her head, confirming what he already thought. "Fine, but if this go wrong, I blame you," he warned, pointing his finger at his best friend. Liv raised her hands with an innocent face. Will laughed before they both settled down and decided to get some sleep.

Unfortunately, Will couldn't escape from all those damn niggling thoughts. Was he ready to date again? Sure, he has been gone for so long now. Will should be over it by now. Definitely shouldn't let him hold him back.

But still, Will was unsure if he was ready, especially when one particular thought plagued him as he tried to sleep that night:

Something is gonna go wrong tomorrow...