Warning slight mention of pedophilia

"If you want to explore this room to get familiar; please feel free to do that. Though I have to close this room by 9 pm."

Everyone nodded in understanding while Oliver and the other dude in the room, Bruce, slipped out.

Oliver was walking down the stairs when Bruce called out to him.

"Oliver, don't ignore the sponsors. You know my father is one of them; it will be very regrettable if you were pulled out of this school do to some unknown reasons."

Oliver stood at the bottom of the staircase while Bruce was at the top. The shadows covered Bruce's face and body making him more intimidating than usual. Oliver looked up at him but could not locate his eyes due to the shadows on his face. Oliver took out his phone and flashed the light at Bruce's face. Causing Bruce to flinch and cover his face with his hand. Now Bruce could not see Oliver's face as he was behind the light, but Oliver walked up the stairs again. Even if Bruce was way taller than him, and Bruce was still at an advantage since he was a few steps above him. Oliver looked into the eyes of Bruce and got really up close to him; patting down the cloak against Bruce's chest.

"You are years below me in the act of threatening. Remember who was the one who took up all your fathers attention during childhood, and remember who was the one who he cared about during all your birthdays. Each and everyone of those pedos wouldn't stop looking at me and try to satisfy whatever need I wanted since I became like this."

Bruce's nostrils flared up, and he grabbed Oliver by the collar.

Bruce quickly composed himself  and let go of Oliver.

"Fine but do not come to me for nothing."

 Bruce passed Oliver, “But at the end of the day, who has the last laugh? The play thing, or the observer?”

Oliver stood where he was for a couple of minutes motionless in till he walked away.

The courtyard was quiet as it was the dead of night. From the courtyard there was this big plot of long grass. After the long grass, a plot of trees resides in the area.  

Something rustled in the bushes. The darkness seemed extra dark as if there was something in it. A twig snapped under the pressure of something as heavy scratching filled the air. Black figures filled the tree lines surrounding the mansion.

Oliver woke up crusty like always. He turned towards his clock and and read that it was 4:30 am. Oliver fell asleep at 11 pm after washing himself. He ate instant noodles for dinner since he was to tired to do something. He cleaned his eye boogers, and decided to work out a little in his room before heading out. 

Finn was dragging his little stand out from his shack. His house was quite a distance away from the spot designated to him. The charcoal black hair was always on his mind. Finn wondered if he was eating good. When he was approaching his spot he saw someone crouching on it. 

“Excuse me, loitering is a crime…”

“Thank you kind sir, for protecting the community.” Said the crouched figure; now standing up out of the way.

Finn, still holding the stand, blushed when he realized that it was Oliver. 

“OH My GOS-”

Oliver laughed and went to the back of the stand to push the cart; Finn got the gist and moved it to its place.

When Oliver got a good look at Finn’s face, it was blushing like crazy with puffs of hot air coming out of his nostrils. Finn was hurriedly unpacking the items that were tied to the side. If one took a closer look; the blush extended to his neck and his knuckles also had a light coat of pink.

Finn first set out the seats before anything and hurriedly pushed Oliver to one of them. Oliver sat down and watched as Finn rushed around prepping things. 

No one spoke as Oliver leaning on his elbow; observed Finn prancing around. Oliver ginned but hid it with his palm, while Finn was still blushing from having Olivers intrusive gaze trained on him.

‘What is he thinking? Do I have something on my face? Does he know I stare at him? Does he know about last night?’

Oliver laughed again and Finn looked at him; realizing how tired Oliver looked. When Finn first met Oliver he had a very youthful face, a very pretty oval face. He had a straight long nose and thin lips with wide black eyes that droop at the ends. But his face was the small, his overall structure was very small. He had a boyish look that seem to open up as he grew into the first year. Finn could not stop looking at Olivers face when he first met him; also realizing he was such a face-con.

“You know it has been a couple of months since we’ve met each other? Even though we are practically strangers, I really feel like your the perfect friend.”

It really hurt when Oliver said friends, but Finn knew that that he was the one overthinking things.

It’s just that Oliver’s face was super pretty, and Finn heart couldn’t help but race.

It was just like this; just a couple of weeks before he met Oliver- he could chase girls and appreciate their softness. But now, Oliver is the only thing that could get him up. Which he feels guilty because last night he came with Oliver in his mind.

It’s just that Oliver is so cute and his actions and words make him fall even more. Finn doesn’t know a single thing about this stranger, but Oliver somehow has a way of revealing himself but still remaining anonymous about his life.

Finn looked a little lonely to Oliver, but Oliver did not know how to calm this brown kitty.