「𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒」oliver wood

「14」

Oliver's sitting under our tree, his back facing me as he stares at the water. I'm nervous as I approach him, but I approach him nonetheless.

"Hey," I say quietly as I kneel down next to him.

"Hey," is all he replies with. He looks at me as he says it but then looks away. For a moment I wonder if he's going to say anything, and I wonder if he's expecting me to apologize.

"I'm sorry," I say quickly.

"You're sorry?" Oliver gives me an incredulous look. "I'm the one who's been a complete arse! It's me who's sorry."

I open my mouth to say something to him but he cuts me off.

"Look, Kennedy," I turn my head to face him. "I have no idea why I said the things I did, and I've felt terrible. Yeah, you're a snake, but you're my snake. I know you would never hurt me, just like I'd never hurt you. I was just upset and you were there for me to blame."

He sighs.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, but..." he turns to face me, his hand outstretched. "Friends again?"

"Friends," I find myself beaming and shaking his hand, but I'm not sure why. I don't want to be friends, I want to be more than that. I wish he felt the same.

Boys.