Oliver Schmidt isn't like other boys. The fact that he can control time and space definitely had a role in it. When Oliver is forced to move cross-country to help take care of his extremely sick Grandfather, his world was flipped upside down. Superh...
"Don't worry, Peter and Ned are on the team, so you'll have people you know," Emma patted his back. Oliver slumped over, letting his backpack slide over his head.
"Ugh, everything sucks right now," He whined, "I should drop out of school."
"Okay, you're being dramatic, let's go get ice cream, you baby,"
Emma stood up and dusted off her skirt before grabbing Oliver's backpack and dragging him to his feet. Oliver, who stood a few inches taller than her, pouted.
"Fine," Emma smiled, at his reluctant answer.
"Great, cause you're paying." She ran off before he could argue.
"Fucking shit, seriously?" He complained while chasing after her.
Emma was a surprisingly fast runner. She got to the ice cream shop a few minutes before Oliver, who arrived out of breath.
"I hate you so much right now, you're paying for your own shit," He gasped out.
"Planned on that from the start, just wanted to give you some motivation," She slapped him on the back.
"You're in a mood today, it's weird." Oliver looked up at her, exasperated. Emma narrowed her eyes.
"I think I'll have chocolate and salted caramel, what about you?" She turned back to him, ignoring his previous statement.
"I'm gonna get mint chip." Emma stuck her tongue out, a grossed-out look passed over her face.
"What? It's good, so shut up." Oliver defended himself.
"Whatever you say, whatever you say."
By the time they ordered, Oliver had been bullied for his choice of ice cream and Emma had been called an 'old hag' more than once. The two's friendship seemed to develop that day.
The next day at school Emma was absent. Apparently she's lactose intolerant, and the ice cream did not settle well in her stomach. Oliver sent her a few texts calling her an idiot, littered with an overwhelming amount of sarcasm.
Leo had started to distance himself from the two, he had a lot of studying and extra classes that he had been ignoring, and his Mom called him out on it apparently. Now he wasn't allowed to do anything except volleyball after school (Oliver was thankful for his anxiety over letting too much work pile up at that moment).
That left Oliver sitting awkwardly across from Ned and Peter, who both were looking over his shoulder at Liz Allen putting up a Homecoming poster. He was just trying to eat his sandwich in peace, instead he got two hormonal boys making comments on skirts.
Oliver thanked the universe when the girl sitting down the table called them out on it.
"Too late. You guys are losers." She told them. Oliver admired that she just called them out.
"Well then why do you sit with us?" Ned asked. Peter looked at her baffled.
"Because I don't have any friends." She deadpanned. Oliver tried his best to hold in the grin, thankful for the bell that rang.
"I've got to get to class," He mumbled to the other two, nodding at the girl.
After school, he had Yearbook. Something that he didn't want to go to, but had to. It was only a month in and Oliver felt like drawing himself in the school bathroom (which says a lot honestly).
Apparently it was just to go over stuff for the Decathlon trip and what he was expected to do. He was just lucky that he didn't have to go to the football games.
Funny enough, the first day of the Decathlon was on his birthday. Normally he'd have a few friends over and they'd either hangout and watch movies or go to the renaissance faire, but now he didn't really care. His Mom might be upset, but they'd find time to celebrate together.
The girls sent him to the Academic Decathlon team so that he'd be able to introduce himself and make sure his hotel room was actually there.
When he got to the room, the first thing he heard was:
"-got a hot date with Black Widow coming up." Right away Oliver was confused.
He slowly made his way to the table where Peter sat with the only adult in the room.
"U-um, Mr. Harrington?" Oliver asked, drawing the teacher attention away from the bickering students.
"I'm from the Yearbook club, I'm supposed to talk to you about the trip?" Mr. Harrington nodded, and pulled out a packet.
"Yeah, here, it has everything; the schedule, rules, hotel," He trailed off, looking past Oliver.
"Oh, um, okay, thank you," Oliver turned to Peter and smiled, "See you later Peter,"
Oliver rushed out of the room, trying to get rid of the awkwardness of that encounter.
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ah ha ha
wow I updated??? I'm surprised in myself
Now we're finally in Spider-Man: Homecoming, which means I get to re-watch it bc I haven't watched it in months. Lucky for me, 15 year-old me simped for Peter so much that I bought the movie (I say that like it wasn't only two years ago).
Anyway, Oliver discovered the beginnings of a crush, growing hate for his situation, and Emma's moody side (wonder what that could be about)
Merry Christmas if you celebrate, and I'm hoping to get another chapter up before New Years, but let's see if that'll actually happen lol.
Also I have a Pinterest board of Olivers ~ a e s t h e t i c ~ if any one's interested (my user is lillithkiwi)
Stay safe <3
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