𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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"Unintentionally Weird"
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"If you had just let me drive the stupid Jeep, we would have been here ten minutes earlier!"
"Well maybe you should just drive faster you idiot!"
"You're the idiot, you idiot!"
The sound of the boy's bickering could be heard even over the loud music as they pulled up to Lydia's large house later that night. Oliver gave his friend a stiff glare as he lightly pushed his arm. "I drive fast."
"You were going 85 in 90!"
"Well I don't want to exceed the speed-limit!"
Ollie huffed, pushing his door open and quickly jogging out, making Stiles have to rush to catch up with him, tripping over his own feet in the process and almost taking Oliver down with him. "Jeez, Stiles, learn to walk!"
"Yeah well the loud music isn't really helping my balance." The boy shot back, pouting at his friends lack of appreciation for his sensitive hearing. "I had so much Adderall before this-"
"I have a container of sleeping pills in my pocket."
"Hell yeah, drugs for life."
The boys high-fived, carefully maneuvering around a couple making out, and making Oliver immediately wish that he was somewhere else. "This is awkward."
"Yeah, maybe we should make out to fit in better."
"Oh, ha, ha."
"There he is," Stiles sharply grabbed Oliver's wrist to point at Scott, who was currently dancing with his date, which seemed way to normal for Ollie. He held his arm out, preventing Stiles from chewing out their friend on trying to punch him. "Wait."
He tilted his head to the side, much resembling a slightly scary confused puppy and squinted. Stiles tried to copy his expression, but only ended up rolling his eyes and letting his hands fall limply at his side. "Well are we just gonna stand here all night, or-"
"Now."
Stiles's head whipped to look back at Scott, while Ollie allowed himself a smug grin at his correct assumption. He saw it in the way his friend was wincing with every step, but now he had pulled away from Allison, his eyes screwed shut and his hand pressed against his temple in what seemed to be pain. "That, my friend, is weird."
