Oliver got up kinda groggy and with dried up saliva at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he took off his pajamas when was sleeping and was just covered with his blanket.

He looked down at his body and sighed at how skinny he was. His ribs were sticking out a little from his stomach, but it was better compared to back then as he has been working to get some meat on his bones. Olivers body has always been petite; he has never been on the manly spectrum. With features like light pinkish nipples, and barely any pubes or hair on his body.

The alarm clock said five am, which was quite early for school. But he up early because he was going to be eating morning tacos, (as to hype himself up for the upcoming day), and put up flyers all around the school before the students arrive.

Yesterday he went to the library to make some custom flyers. He hoped it was good as he did it without Natashas knowledge, so Oliver threw caution to the wind as she seemed quite desperate.

He dressed himself, and he walked out the door. The stand was a few streets away a long the path of the academy; it was parked at the corner of a neighborhood. It was still empty of customers, as it was to early for most people. But it had a welcoming ambiance to it, as some light was blocked by curtains for privacy.

Oliver opened the curtain and saw the stands owner behind the grill. He was the same age as Oliver, eighteen years old, quite young but still very responsible. The boy had a very youthful face, tanned from working under the sun and already sweaty from the heat of the grill. He blushed as he saw Oliver walk in and quickly wiped his face with a random cloth from somewhere. He had a white t shirt with some random design, which had sweat marks on it and some stain marks that might have belonged to some sort of salsa or sauce.

This boys eye widened as he was surprised and pulled on his shirt in some sort of embarrassment, “Oliver you haven’t been to my stall for a long time-”, he fumbled with his words in a quieter voice, “I thought you forgot about my stall..”

He seemed like a sweet brown cat to Oliver; this brought some sweet feelings in Olivers stomach. Oliver showed a small smile and said, “Hi Finn, I was just a little busy with the academy. So I was not able to visit you these days.”

Finn flushed in embarrassment as he realized he showed a little bit of his lingering feelings. Finn stammered, “What would you want for this fine morning?”

“Two tacos of eggs and chorizo, please.”

Finn smiled with flushed cheeked as he gazed at Olivers face, as he started on the tacos. Oliver brought a book that one of his classes assigned to him. He was reading this as Finn was making his tacos with fresh flour tortillas; Oliver guessed he came a little too early as Finn was still in the process of rolling out the tortillas.

Finn was greedily, secretly, looking at Oliver while he (Oliver) was distracted. He has not seen the pretty boy since summer break, and he admitted that he missed him deep down.

He had met Oliver when he barely started this taco stall in the summer of 7036. Oliver had apparently barely moved into this neighborhood and had freshly graduated high school like he did. Of course Finn wanted to work on his own business after he got out of high school, and did not see himself in college. Now he regretted it a little if it meant being with Oliver, but he did not want to entertain the thought/ feelings any further.

On Olivers side, on that faithful day, all he was looking for was food after moving in. He had done everything involving moving in one day, which he thought was an impossible feat. So, to treat himself he saw a lonely stand and decided to go.

Finn served three tacos, and Oliver looked straight up at Finn’s eyes in surprise.

Oliver smiled a little and starting eating. Finn mumbled out, “It’s cus you’re to skinny…”

Oliver stepped out the stand and waved goodbye at Finn. Finn personally stood out to wave at him; smiling really happy for some reason— Oliver did not put much thought to this.

It was 6:30 am by now and Oliver was at the entrance to the school. He took a whole stack of papers and some tape from his satchel. The security guard approached him and asked his reason and after giving it to him; he begrudgingly accepted it.

Oliver was sticking posters on the pillars around school when he noticed under a stairway a girl who looked a little bit you her then him. She had pony tails, thick glasses on, and seemed to be muttering something to herself.

”Hi, nice to meet you…. Hi, nice to meet you…. Hi, nice to meet you…. It’s all too robotic!”

She sighed to herself.

”Are you practicing something?”

The pony tailed girl screamed bloody murder.

This random boy was crouched very close to her peering at her paper. She clutched it close to her chest and asked, “Are you a pervert?!”

The boy was crouched with both of his hands supporting his head and chuckled. Now, this boy was obviously a pretty boy, at this close of a distance you could see his curly eyelashes. He had Cotten candy pink lips but his skin was very pale.

She got out from under the stairway and with both hands by her side stuttering, “H-H-how can you approach-h-h someone like th-h-hat??

He got up and dusted his pants, “Well I don’t necessarily do it out of wanting to.”

“My name is Oliver; I’m recruiting for the Adventure club, maybe whatever your looking for will be in this club.” Oliver said as he handed her a flyer.

He walked away while waving at her.