Arcade | m.b.

07 | picnic date twist

The brunette proceeded to grab pretzels, popcorn, and an entire box of pizza like she was about to go into survival mode before walking out of that gym and to the hallway.

"Finally, air, breathe, fresh," she exhaled, walking around to find a small spot where nobody would dare go.

She snapped her fingers, "No sh**, the showers, duh." she no longer cared if it was disgusting, it was the sure way to have no human interaction.

She kicked the door open and checked around, cheering when she saw all the stalls were empty. Until she walked to the showers.

"F***- Marcus?" the raven-haired boy looked up, eyes red and face gloomy. His eyes widened as Olive stood right in front of him with food occupying her hands. Her face softens as she holds up the food.

"Guess we had the same idea, scoot over," she sits beside him, incredibly close, before handing out a piece of pizza.

"Ever had pizza on the school gym shower floor before?" she joked, Marcus chuckled.

"When I'm with you, it's pretty on brand," he quipped, taking the slice.

"Why are you here?" Olive wondered, mouth full of pizza. Marcus grinned before wiping a bit of sauce from the side of her lips.

"You mean on the floor?"

"No, here at school. You don't like this stuff," Olive said with such certainty it felt familiar to Marcus. Olive acted like they were long long friends and this familiarity was what he's been yearning for all year.

"How do you know I don't like this stuff?"

Olive scoffed, "Oh please, a boy like you, into this tacky rich ass tradition, might as well call me a unicorn."

"This sleepover sh** sucks ass," Olive complained, eating the pretzel, "Like, the food great, well nah, what am I talking about, I'd never eat these sober."

"You're high?"

Olive pulled out a small flask from her pocket, "Just a teensy weensy drunk."

"Besides, you're no sober man either, Baker." Marcus flushed, embarassed that Olive could easily see that he was hig. Olive leaned back as Marcus observed her with reddened eyes.

"Come on, we've been friends for like a week, you can quit with the Baker," Marcus jokingly complained.

Olive looked over her shoulder, "You'd rather I call you mop head, huh? All right, I'm flexible."

Marcus shook his head when suddenly Olive was silent.

"Ever just have that moment with someone where you remember this important memory that you miss so much?" her voice suddenly went deep and somber, as if she was recalling the wilting of the flowers as the world turned gray.

He looked at her, fully agreeing. Countless times Olive has made him feel like himself again. It was strange. But he couldn't complain either.

"Yeah," he whispered, leaning on the floor, eyes darting on Olive's free hand resting on her lamp. He couldn't shake off the urge to hold it.

"No need to be a wuss, mop head," Olive grinned then grabbed his hand and held it tight

"Sh** your hands are cold," she gripped it tighter before smiling before their clasped hands.

Marcus held her hand tight, not wanting to let go as they held eye contact.

Olive felt her heart skip, for the first time in her life, it took her so much in surprise that when a voice echoed in the stall, she jumped.