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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"Vivid"
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"I'm going to climb over first, like it or not."
"Hey," Scott grabbed Oliver's arm just as he was about to climb over the fence leading to the school bus. Apparently they listen to things that Derek Hale says now, because they were currently trespassing on school property because the older man told Scott that he had to go back to where the actual incident happened... Hey, Ollie was all for this, although he had to admit that he was slightly freaked out going to the place where a guy was fatally injured.
Not that he was scared, though.
Because he wasn't.
That doesn't mean that he didn't bring his baseball bat, because it was gripped tightly in his hands.
"I have to go. You stay here with Stiles."
Ollie twirled his bat. "Do you want me to hit you with my bat?"
"No."
"Good," he smiled, "I'm going first."
But before he could, Stiles's hand darted out to grab his bicep, and he obediently stopped in his place. "Wait! But that means that I have to keep watch!"
Scott and Oliver regarded him with raised eyebrows, although it was the latter who spoke, and when he did, his voice was dripping with sarcasm. "No, Stilinski, my bat is going to keep watch."
Stiles huffed indignantly, crossing his arm as he addressed Scott. "Why is this beginning to feel like you're Batman, and I'm Robin."
Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "What?"
"I don't want to be Robin all the time!"
"Wait!" Oliver raised his bat above his head, "who am I, then? Because there's Batman, and then there's Robin, but who else is there?"
"Well you have a choice, you can be the British Butler, or The Joker."
"Can I be The Joker? I like his fashion."
"Huh? Nobodies Batman or Robin!" Scott interjected once the conversation took a turn for the confusing. He paused, pursing his lips as he searched for the right words to use. "Or, uh, Joker."
Stiles looked awfully offended, as he gave his friend a pout-y look and sent the school bus a ejected look. "Not even some of the time."
"I'm out of here." Oliver decided that he has had enough of his friends, and turned to jump up on the fence, tossing Scott his bat before he began climbing it. He could hear Stiles yell out an exasperated "Oh my God!" Just as he reached the top and carefully hopped over the fence, landing on his feet in a way that should not have been so graceful, turning back to his friends with a smirk. "Bat, please!"
