Ollie nodded a little, "I-I like history, its interesting to me," His nose crinkled up a little at the mention of video games, "I can't stand video games, th-they bore me… and a lot are violent and I can't do violence."
Opposites attract, right? ((one-on-one//closed))
“Yeah, I get that.” He spooned some applesauce in his mouth. He stared at the lunch table while seemed to be pondering the taste of it. In reality he was listening to a conversation between two of his friends. A light-hearted insult brushed him the wrong way and he shifted uncomfortably, “It’s loud in here, do you want to go to the bathroom?”
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(Sure :) )
Ollie tilted his head just a little, noticing the shift in demeanor but he didn't comment on it, not in front of all these people, "S-Sure." He offered a small smile, standing and throwing his bag over his back. Honestly he wasn't going to complain to get away from all these people.
Shiloh pulled his bag up to his shoulder and gathered his tray up to go throw away. He dumped the uneaten food into the trash, piled his tray up with the rest of them, and headed to the boy’s restroom with long strides. He wanted to escape here as quickly as possible…
Once in the bathroom, he sank down to the floor in the handicapped stall, keeping the door open for Ollie whenever he arrived.
Ollie had to slightly speed walk to keep up with Shiloh, confused and slightly worried. He hadn’t heard the the comment that was made and he was thoroughly confused. What had been said to make the ever so excited and unbothered Shiloh, uncomfortable?
Once they were in the stall, Ollie shut and locked the door behind him, “Y-You okay?” He asked gently, sitting down beside the other.
Shiloh plastered another smile on his face and nodded, “Yeah, I’m good, perfect.” He fibbed, “I just wanted to hear you better.” Given that they were hidden in a stall on the floor, he probably just didn’t want to hear better. There was something going on, but he obviously didn’t want to talk about it. At least not yet.
“So..do you have any pets?” He asked, fidgeting with a loose thread on his sleeve.
Ollie didn't push the subject, he knew when and when not to. He didn't like that Shiloh was trying to appear happy when clearly he hasn't but that wasn't his choice. He pulled his knees to his chest with a soft sigh, resting his head a top them, "I-I have a cat, her name's Luna."
Shiloh’s grin widened genuinely, “I have a cat named Faith! I love her and she’s my baby. Her litter box and food is in my room and only I take care of her so she’s basically mine,” he rambled, “Only we had her since I was little so she’s technically a family cat. She’s an old lady and just likes to sleep, but it’s really cute because she’ll curl up on my chest while I’m sleeping or doing homework or something.”
Ollie let out a soft giggle, "S-Same with Luna. A-Although she's more of a kitten," He sighed softly, "She's like… my only friend," He hugged himself tighter, though he was still smiling a little, "I-I found her on the s-street a couple months ago."
“Awww…” He beamed, “Does your family help take care of her?” He tilted his head a bit, curious about Ollie’s family, wondering if it was as much of a mess his own family was.
The smiled faded and he looked down towards the floor, "N-No. I-It's just my dad and I and…" He sighed, "B-Best not to talk about him…" He mumbled.
“Ah..” he nodded a bit, “It’s just my mom and I…I don’t like to talk about her either.” He shrugged it off, “Anyway, I have this ice cream parlor I like to go to everyday after school. Wanna join me?”
Ollie looked back to Shiloh and tilted his head to the side slightly, “You… y-you sure? I don’t want you to feel l-like you have to hang out with me for longer…”
“Oh come on,” he snorted, “Font make me feel like a lonely rag, I’m asking because I usually go alone. I mean sometimes I bring a girl with me but…not usually.” He looked down to his hands.
Ollie raised a brow but nudged him playfully, “O-Okay then, I-I’d love to go with you.” He smiled, running a hand through his hair.
“Awesome.” He nudged him back, his smile as joyful as ever, “I’ll meet you out in the parking lot after school, then. That cool?”
Ollie giggled a little and nodded, “Sounds like a plan,” His smile grew a little and he stood, the bell sounding off a second later.
Shiloh sighed, shifting to stand up with him, “Anyway, it’s time for my math class. I’m looking forward to after school..” he grinned and lightly shoved him with a shoulder, “I’ll see ya then, I guess.”
Ollie giggled softly at the nudge and he did the same back, "Y-Yeah, see you later." He smiled, unlocking the bathroom door and heading out. He looked over his shoulder at Shiloh before he disappeared from view.
Shiloh followed him out of the restroom, but when they got out to the hallway it seemed that fate would take them separate way. Shiloh turned the corner to the right hallway towards his math class. Math class was never his forte, and he dreaded entering the classroom in which he failed everyday. He was convinced the teacher didn’t like him, so he didn’t like him either.
Ollie’s last class was science. He despised the class, well, mainly the teacher but still, same thing. He always felt like the class would drag on and on and he was always tempted to fall asleep. This time, he’s he awake but just thinking of Shiloh.
Shiloh sank down in his seat at the back of the classroom. He stared up at the board with his chin resting on his hand. He hated this class, but now it might not be so boring since he had Ollie to think about. Could they really become the friends he hoped for? Maybe even more than friends..?
The class sped by, and Ollie didn't even realise this time. The bell rang and the students piled out of the class room, eager to get out of the school and to get home. Ollie quickly went to his locker and out some books inside before heading out to find Shiloh.
(I’m gonna be gone for the week on vacation and probably won’t be able to reply, but I’ll be back online by the 17th!)
Shiloh leaned against his car, a roughed up startlingly bright yellow Jeep he had bought himself. He swung the keys around his finger while he waited for Ollie. He crossed his ankles, scanning the flood of students leaving the front door for his “date”—no, just a friend.
(All good! Have fun!)
Ollie weaved his way through the sea of people, multiple people bumping into him as they didn’t notice him but he made it out. He looked around the car park, spotting Shiloh and heading over.
(Thank you! :D I had a lot of fun)
Shiloh caught sight of Ollie and lifted his whole arm to wave at him, “Ollie!” He yelled, “Hey!” He was beaming again as if nothing had happened in the lunchroom. He seemed as bouncy and bubbly as ever, except no one was crowding around him at the moment. It was just him and the car.
Ollie blushed, not used to the attention and someone actually wanting to talk and spend time with him. He hurried over, trying to not draw anymore attention to his small self as he did so, "Th-There was no n-need to yell." He said once he was standing in front of Shiloh, looking up at him.
“There’s always a reason to yell.” He humored and opened the driver’s side door, “I’m sorry my car is messy, I like to go to fast food restaurants a lot.” He went to fast food restaurants whenever he didn’t want to be home, which was a lot.
"I-It's fine." Ollie replied, slipping into the passenger side of the car. He kicked a couple boxes out of the way and strapped himself in, not caring about the mess too much.