William is damn sure that Oliver now knows he's interested in him. But if the man knows just how much into him William is, he hasn't mentioned it. And honestly, William is fucking thankful for that. Because how else is he going to pretend to give back the man's hoodie when all he wants is to just spend time with him?

Even now as he lies in his bed, he tosses and turns, his mind overshadowed with ways to forget Oliver's hoodie at home. Since he told Oliver that he isn't interested in Jason, William has not found another reason to visit the frat house. It has been three weeks since the last time he was there, he still has the hoodie, but Oliver has not asked for it. How can he though, when they didn't even share contacts?

William wants to see the man. Oliver is all he can think about. Not even the impending doom of their mid-semester examinations is enough to pull the man out of his thoughts. He's there in his living room, his bedroom, his fucking closet because that's where the damn hoodie is usually kept! He's been in bed all day, wearing Oliver's hoodie, refreshing his memory with the smell of it as he brings it to his nose. The scent is long gone now but he knows it like the back of his hand. That's just how far William is gone.

"Fuck this shit!" William announces to the empty room. He jumps out of bed and throws off the hoodie. He can't go on like this. "Fuck, I'm going crazy," William breathes out and paces. He walks to his bedroom door and back again, taking short steps back and forth in his small room. He can't go on like this. He needs to either tell Oliver how he feels or represses his feelings as he does for all his trauma. No, but seriously, William knows pining after a man who probably isn't even gay isn't the best, and going as far as to smell his hoodie which he's kept for the past three or four weeks is borderline creepy.

The fact that he hasn't even had breakfast, or lunch, also makes this much worse and William is just fed up with himself. He throws the hoodie to the foot of his bed and leaves his room with the intention of getting some food and then mustering up the courage to talk to Oliver. Will today be the day he asks him out? Or will it be the day he gives him back the hoodie? He doesn't know, not yet at least. But by hook or crook, something's gonna happen.

William opens his kitchen cabinets to get some food only to realize that he's all out. Guess it's time for grocery shopping, he thinks.

He lets out a sigh and puts on a pair of jeans, his favorite sneakers, and a dark green tank top. He makes sure to get how wallet and keys before leaving his apartment. It's not cold but a look at the sky tells him it's likely to rain in a few hours so William takes a slow walk to the supermarket, enjoying the breeze. While he hadn't planned it, this walk is serene enough to get his mind off things, and by things, he means Oliver.

He shakes his head, breathes out, and rolls his eyes. Not again, he thinks. He breathes in, deeply and wills himself to calm down. He can't think about the man now, not when he's outside, and especially not when he's hungry. William enters the supermarket to get his ingredients for pasta. He quickly finds the aisle and takes what he needs, not bothering to check his surroundings before quickly rushing toward checkout, only to bump into a tall wall of muscle.

"Damn, Oliver, watch where you're going," a worried voice scolds as William's items fall to the tiled floor, but his eyes don't follow them. Instead, his eyes raise up to meet the green ones of the man he had just bumped into.

"Oh - hi," he nearly chokes. William is shocked and out of breath. Oliver is literally right in front of him. What do I do? William's mind goes blank just when he needs it and he's left a speechless, breathless, blushing mess in front of the man who has beguiled him.

"William?" He hears from the side.

"Mmh?" William turns to the speaker and sees Jason staring at him with wide eyes, obviously amazed by the surprise of seeing him.

"It's been so long since we last met... damn, I stood you up, didn't I?" The ginger-haired man asks, blushing to his ears. His eyes are filled with remorse at what he thinks must have been a bad waiting period for William.

William says nothing about the fact that he actually enjoyed being stood up since it gave him the chance to hang out with Oliver. Instead, he smiles at Jason and says, "Don't worry about it, we're cool."

"That's awesome. Do you live around here?" Jason then asks as he squats to help William pick up his groceries from the ground. All the while, Oliver doesn't say anything and while William is engaged in conversation with Jason, telling him that he lives just around the corner, he notices it. By God, he notices how Oliver's deep sultry voice that sets his skin on fire is missing from the conversation. Even when they all move to the cashier to clear out their groceries, Oliver still doesn't say a word. William tries to not let it bother him, but he cannot help wondering whether Oliver is angry at him... or just indifferent to seeing him.

"I'm actually glad we met you today," says Jason as a bag boy bags their items. "You look really -"

"-nice," Oliver finishes and William lets out a small gasp. It's the first word he's uttered since meeting the shorter man in the store.

William's face heats up, reddening with a fierce blush. Did Oliver just say he looked nice?

"I was gonna say cute but nice is good too," Jason chuckles.

William lets out a half-hearted chuckle as well as scratches the back of his neck. He usually takes compliments really well but somehow, hearing it from both Jason and Oliver makes it somehow more worth it and he's just not sure how to compose himself.

This is really not how he thought his short time out of the apartment would go. He lets out a small "thanks," as he blushes to the tips of his ears and rushes out of the grocery store. A strong gust of wind blasts his entire body, causing him to stumble back into Oliver's tall build. The tall man's reflexes are sharp and he catches William in his hold, steadying him.

"Careful," he whispers, his hot breath brushing over William's skin. He shivers. It's just the cold, William tells himself. He wants to believe that it's just the cold that's making him shiver because he's not fully covered up but he knows. William knows that that's not it.

"Looks like it's gonna rain," Jason says as he nears them, making William tear himself away from Oliver. Not a minute after he mentions the rain do the light waters begin to drizzle.

They all look at each other, knowing that they're about to be left stranded if they don't get a move on. William looks at Oliver, meeting his warm green eyes that don't seem to look anywhere but at him. He gulps and then turns to Jason.

"How are you gonna get back?"

Jason gasps and turns to Oliver. "Fuck, we walked here!" He announces.

The realization then dawns on William. There's no way he can leave them stranded in the rain since their dorm is so far away. Before he can talk himself out of it, he blurts out, "Well, my apartment is just a block away. Wanna crash there until the rain stops?"

"You're a godsend! I knew there was a reason we met you today!" Jason says just as Oliver goes to protest. Knowing he's beaten, Oliver keeps quiet and follows both Jason and William as they run through the rain to William's house. The rain picks up after them, increasing in intensity but the boys reach before they get completely soaked. Their clothes still get wet though and somehow, Jason's are dripping which instantly makes Oliver worry for him.

"Jason, you're gonna get sick," he says worriedly and asks the redhead to take his clothes off lest he got hypothermia. "Can he get some dry clothes?" Oliver asks William. Noticing how worried Oliver is for his friend makes William wonder if there's an underlying issue he didn't know about. He understands that he cannot be privy to that information just yet and quickly rushes to his bedroom after asking Oliver to follow him.

"I have some T-shirts that should fit. Will he like a blanket as well?" He asks as he digs through his closet for a heavy warm blanket.

"It's perfect," Oliver breathes. "Thank you," he says, voice full of gratitude, and then rushes back to the living area to help his friend who is now shivering. Once he has Jason wrapped up in the gray blanket, he helps him lie down on William's couch and before both Oliver and William know it, Jason drifts off to sleep with a light snore and all they can do is watch him silently.

"I'm sorry about him," Oliver whispers after a moment of silence.

"It's no problem," William says. "Does he get sick a lot?"

Oliver nods. "It's genetic. I don't really know why but we try to prevent it as much as we can," he explains without giving too much detail. William nods quietly.

As they stand there, both staring at anywhere but at each other, a light breeze passes through the room, making them shiver at the slight touch of cold. "We should probably get changed," William finally says, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Oliver whispers. Without saying anything further, William leads the way to his bedroom, expecting Oliver to follow suit, which he does. But now he realizes that he doesn't really have something that could fit Oliver. Well, aside from the one piece of clothing that actually belongs to the tall man which now lies haphazardly on his bed. He should give it to him, right? That's the right call.

Oliver is right there, it's the perfect opportunity, but somehow William doesn't see it that way. He looks away from the black hoodie that he has become so familiar with and digs through his closet again for one of his larger T-shirts. When he turns around to give Oliver the white T-shirt he found, he sees that the man has already taken off his wet clothing and is standing in only his boxers, the rest of him naked and inviting.

William gulps. He licks his lips as his eyes rake over Oliver's body, the only thought in his mind being a wish to feel every inch of Oliver's skin. The man's body is to die for. His pecs were superb, his muscles were taut in all the right places... he was simply a joy to look at. William feels as though his body was lighting up on fire with every second that passed by that he had his eyes on Oliver. How can a person be so good-looking?

Before he does something he'd regret, William bitterly tears his eyes away and hands Oliver the T-shirt. Turning to face his closet once again, with his back to Oliver, he lifts up his own shirt and throws it off. He does the same with his jeans and shoes until he's left standing in just his boxers. And like a reflex action, he reaches for Oliver's hoodie and throws it on.

For the first time, Oliver sees just how his hoodie fits William. It's bigger than him, but not so big that his small body gets lost in it. The hoodie reaches his mid-thigh and the sleeves of it just slightly above his hands which makes them into sweater paws. And when William turns around to face him, he cannot help but notice the small sliver of skin - the space between his neck and shoulder - that sneaks out. He breathes in sharply.

When did William get this cute? Oliver wonders as William stares up at him with wide eyes, pouting.

"Sorry... it's the only clean thing I have," he says sheepishly, blushing a deep red.

Oliver does not even mind that. His mind is completely filled with images of William in many risque positions. He's practically speechless, and when William looks up at him like that, like he's waiting to be scolded, Oliver's desires are lit up like a wildfire and all he can think about is kissing those damn lips of his.

"It looks good on you," he blurts out. His voice is shy of a whisper. He has no idea what else to say because if he lets his mouth run off, Oliver knows there's no way he'll get away with the things he'll say.

William blushes yet again at Oliver's compliment. For the first time, Oliver doesn't seem angry that William has his hoodie. He even looks quite pleased, William dares to think. Knowing that Oliver is cool with it, he smiles to himself, feeling a sense of victory. He doesn't know why, but something has definitely changed.

"I wanna make pasta," he says and Oliver nods.