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‘ five times prompt ’ memestatus : accepting
▲ five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.
i.
there were walkers, lots of them, and oliver was terrified. he could hear his heartbeat pumping in his ears as adrenaline coursed through his veins, furiously drawing the bow, he fired arrow after hand-made arrow into the rotting skulls of the undead that were making their way across the school yard. everything was moving so fast, and although he had a near-perfect aim, the weapon was not quick nor efficient, and the dead kept coming. he reached for his final arrow, only to grip thin air, and quickly be tackled to the floor by the dead-weight of the corpse. it started to look like the end, he was too tired to fight back.
he thought he was dead for sure, but the weight was suddenly dragged off him, green eyes opened and he caught the glint of metal as it slid through the skull of the walker. he looked up to his saviour, barely believing his eyes. the boy in the sheriff’s hat yanked the knife from the walker’s head and offered a hand to ollie, helping him up. the teenager clung to his friend, who he hadn’t seen since the fall of the prison. he pulled back to look at carl, it would have been so easy to kiss him, but he fell back into his arms once again.
ii.
they were in gabriel’s church, rick and abraham had just come to an agreement about travelling to d.c, and the group had decided that staying would be the better option, to wait for daryl and carol to return, while abraham had given his own group twelve hours. the atmosphere was thick, the tension in the air almost palpable, yet the two boys had managed to lay down and sleep.
they were facing each other, only a couple of inches apart. one of carl’s hands was draped over oliver’s hip, and the other shared laced fingers with oliver’s right hand. the teenager opened his eyes, only to meet the blue of the other looking right back at him. the boys shared a smile, and carl’s hold on ollie’s hand tightened. they shuffled closer together, until their noses were almost touching, ollie looked down at carl’s lips, but the boys were asleep before any contact was made.
iii.
he is running, but not in the way he usually runs. the two had climbed over the walls of alexandria and were enjoying the almost empty woods, acting like the kids they were, living the childhood that they had been denied since the outbreak and return of the dead.
they were sprinting through the woods, weaving in and out of trees and laughing like idiots. ollie had a lead on carl, about six feet infront of him, and he glanced back at his friend with a mischievous smirk. though, it was in that one backwards look that oliver tripped over a branch, tumbling to the ground and rolling. carl then proceeded to trip over oliver, landing on top of him in a bundle. oliver laughed as carl propped himself up, looking down at ollie with a smile.‘ are you okay? ’ the sheriff’s son asked, the worry in his voice made oliver blush, and he nodded in response, turning away out of embarrassment when he noticed how close their lips were.
iv.
he was alone now, carl was with enid, doing something that would interest her and keep carl entertained too. ollie wasn’t fond of her, she was too… okay, he was jealous. he was jealous of the way carl was around her, the way he looked at her, and the effect she had on him.
the teenager sat, cross legged on the sofa, reading one of the books he found on a shelf in the bedroom he shared with carl. he had just finished a chapter when the door clicked open and carol walked in, carrying judith. ‘do you want to hold her?’ ollie immediately agreed, holding his arms out for the baby girl and taking her from the older woman, who disappeared into the kitchen. he stroked the baby girl’s hair, smiling down at her as little fists bunched up the material of his shirt. ‘ you wouldn’t hate your brother if he kissed a boy, would you judy? you wouldn’t hate me if i was the one he kissed? ’
v.
carl was arguing with him, words had been said about enid that oliver would come to regret, and carl was upset with him, shouting at him in their bedroom.
ollie wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them, press his lips to carl’s and shut him up. he took a step forward, but carl shoved him back. ‘ are you jealous of her or something? ’ the blue-eyed boy shouted, something of a laugh behind his words. if he hadn’t have laughed, oliver probably would have answered, but instead, the boy began to well up, eyes stinging as tears built up. ‘ fuck you. ’
i.
apologies had been made, and they were sharing a bedroom again. oliver could distance himself from enid and not make his distaste evident whenever carl brought her up, and they were back to how they were. they sat on the porch of the group’s house, it was about three in the morning, but neither of them could sleep and it was too humid to just lay in bed.
‘ i was jealous… ’ ollie swallowed, squeezing his fists nervously. ‘ it’s just… i like you, and we were really close, then she came along and i feel like you’ve just, dumped me… i just- ’ he was interrupted by carl’s hand on the back of his neck, pulling ollie towards him and pressing their lips together.
oliver was fervent in the way he returned to kiss, desperate for the moment to continue for as long as possible, hands clinging to carl’s clothes as the boys kissed until their lips were swollen and red, their cheeks a flushed shade of pink and equally matching grins covering both of their faces.
