Imagine:
Oliver having a crush on you, a drummer in a band.
(Y/N) turned his head, watching the little act unfold.
"You think I'm some type of slut?!" Emaline shouted at Oliver. Mel rolled her eyes.
"Ah shit, here we go again." She mumbled. (Y/N) chuckled, nudging her.
"No, I know you're a slut, slut!" Oliver shouted back.
"Thou hast slept with another!" Emaline stepped off the table, approaching him slowly.
"Untwist thy thought. What merchant of deceit hath sold you such untruths?" Emaline asked, looking around the cafeteria.
"In thy aleep when thou didst dream, thou didst chirp infidelities!"
"What language are they speaking?" Jay whisper-asked.
"Drama kid language." Mel replied. (Y/N) simply grinned in amusement.
"Forsooth! But dreamers often lie, alseep in a trance! As boys and men alike ask me into their pants." Emaline circled him. Oliver shook his head.
"Counterfeit!" Oliver gave a heavy breath. "Thou has made me do it, you bitch." He said, taking out a butter knife and 'stabbing' himself. Emaline fake gasped as Oliver grunted. Oliver dramatically fell to the ground.
"No!" Emaline screeched. She ran over to a kid, grabbing their corndog.
"Dagger, I am thy scabbard!" Emaline ran the corndog across her neck, pretending to slit her throat. Emaline stumbled before falling. The cafeteria was silent until the two stood up.
"Scene!" Oliver breathed out, eyes flickering over to (Y/N).
"I am Oliver Schermerhorn." Oliver ran his hand through his hair.
"And I am Emaline Addario." Emaline glanced around the cafeteria.
"And remember, auditions for Uncle Vanya will be held next Wednesday in the auditorium. This could be you." Oliver reminded, gaze locking on (Y/N). Everyone clapped once they were finished. Emaline pecked Oliver's cheek before the two walked away.
"Can't believe we survived two years with them." Mel mumbled, eating her corndog. (Y/N) smiled.
"It's their passion, Mel. Just like yours is singing." (Y/N) sipped his juice.
"Yeah but at least I don't belt out into a song every few minutes." (Y/N) chuckled, gently hitting the table with his drumsticks.
"Touche." He grinned. (Y/N) stood, sliding his drumsticks into his back pocket.
"I gotta go to the bathroom." He said before walking away. (Y/N) glanced at Oliver who was taking a drink of water.
"(Y/N)! Just the guy I was looking for." Oliver wiped his chin.
"In the water fountain?" (Y/N) questioned, raising his brows as an amused smile appeared on his face. Oliver hummed.
"Well it worked, didn't it?" Oliver crossed his arms.
"How's the band going?" He asked. (Y/N) tilted his head.
"You, Oliver Schermerhorn, are asking me how somethings going?" (Y/N) stepped forward.
"I'm honoured." He grinned. Oliver blinked, eyes glancing downward.
"You should be. This only happens once in a blue moon. Be thankful." Oliver replied. (Y/N) chuckled.
"The band's doing great. We performed at a few places. If you don't mind, I really need to pee." (Y/N) gave a small smile before disappearing into the bathroom.
"(Y/N), Melody, Jay." Oliver greeted. Mel looked at him, raising a brow.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm sure you heard that we're making a movie. You guys should make the music." Oliver said. (Y/N) and Jay looked at Mel. She sighed.
"Do we even have a choice?"
"No, not really." Oliver crossed his arms. Mel rolled her eyes.
"Whatever."
"She means sure." (Y/N) clarified. Oliver nodded.
"(Y/N), I'll meet you at your house after school."
"For the English project." Oliver quickly explained when he received odd looks from Jay and Mel. (Y/N) nodded.
"Okay." Oliver turned, internally celebrating as he walked away.
Back at (Y/N)'s house, Oliver explored (Y/N)'s room. Artist posters, family pictures, the usual stuff. (Y/N) calmly watched him from his spot on the bed.
"You're so stereotypical." Oliver mused, finally approaching him. (Y/N) eyed him.
"And you're not?" He asked with a grin.
"No, I'm original." Oliver took off his backpack, placing it on the ground. (Y/N) hummed.
"You can be predictable at times." He challenged. Oliver raised his brows, climbing onto the bed.
"Oh really?" He asked. (Y/N) nodded. Oliver swooped down, kissing him and pushing him back onto the bed. (Y/N) kissed him back, quickly grabbing an arm around him as they fell off the edge of the bed.
"Okay.. I didn't see either of those things coming." (Y/N) grinned as Oliver laughed.