@oli-andrews !!
while they could’ve been at the spring fling, sarah and oliver sat on the ground, the joint rested easily on the ashtray as the blonde sorted through her cards. playing one on one uno was practically a murder scene . she slammed a +4 card down between them, ‘ HA! ‘ a smile that rested upon her lips, childish grin aided by the pot that she brought back between her lips again and took a long drag from before exhaling slowly. that way it was easier to dismiss a certain nagging insecurity that she’d had roaring at the back of her mind. twice someone had kissed her and twice those same people had told her to FORGETABOUTITPLEASEIGNOREITTHATNEVERHAPPENED. twice she’s agreed to it, twice she’s managed to pretend that it does not affect her and, ha! it’s no inconvenience in the least. she could’ve put certain distance with oli, perhaps should’ve, too, but in the end it was just goddamn easier to keep on smiling and pass him the joint, remain as his friend, than have to fill the empty spaces he’d leave with... work, college, events or whatever else came along. she’d be alright. ‘ d’ you think dunkin donuts does deliveries..? ‘
