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Oliver is stood up and Isaac takes care of him.

This one is reeeeeeeaaaaaallllllly dramatic and sad.

TW: mention of inapropriate pics & homophobia.

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Isaac turned the corner, and the restaurant came into view. Just from the look of the building, he could tell it was a helluva fancy restaurant.

Standing on the sidewalk, leaning against a light post and wearing a nice suit, was Oliver. Isaac could tell his best friend was crying before he even pulled up. Oliver walked over to the car before it even came to a stop, and he climbed into the passenger seat without saying a word. When Isaac opened his mouth to say something, Oliver quickly whispered “Don’t” and Isaac kept his mouth shut and drove away.

The car was silent for a good long while. Finally, Isaac couldn’t take it and turned into the parking lot of a gas station. Before Oliver could register where they’d stopped, Isaac had turned in his seat to face him. “Okay. Answers. Now.”

Oliver pouted and looked away from Isaac. “I don’t wanna talk.”

“Okay, well, I do.” Isaac pinched the sleeve of Oliver’s suit. “You called me to come pick you up, you were at one of the fanciest restaurants I’ve ever seen, and you were crying. You’re gonna talk to me, or else I’ll tell your mom about this, and she’ll be the one to play therapist instead of me. Your choice, Olive.”

The look of horror on Oliver’s face told Isaac that he’d gotten to him. Oliver and his parents were close, but his mom was the biggest and most pushy worrywart in the universe.

“Fine,” Oliver said, still not looking at Isaac. “I got stood up. A guy from my poli-sci class asked me out. I waited for him for hours before I checked my phone to see if he called or texted, and I saw that he posted a picture on Instagram of him at a party. . . with his girlfriend.”

Isaac was speechless for a second. “What?”

“So, I went outside and called him, and the jerk answered. On speaker.” Oliver hugged his arms around himself as if he was trying to curl up into a ball. New tears started to fill his eyes. “He and his friends laughed, and I heard something about a bet and the guy said, and I quote, ‘I am not a disgusting faggot like you’.”

Isaac just blinked. Then, “What’s his name?”

Oliver looked at him with wet eyes. “What?”

“His name. And show me that picture so I don’t accidentally rip the wrong guy limb from limb.”

Oliver frowned and looked away. “Just take me home, please.”

“Olive, I’m not gonna let that jerk get away with this.”

“Isaac, please—”

“He stood you up! That homophobic jackass hurt you, and I’m gonna—”

“Isaac, shut the hell up!” Oliver yelled. He had tears in his eyes, and Isaac couldn’t tell if he looked more angry or pained. “This is none of your business! I called you to take me home so. . . can you just. . . do that? Please?”

The look on Oliver’s face made Isaac keep his mouth shut. Isaac nodded and pulled out of the gas station. The drive was awkward and silent, and the fancy restaurant was so far from campus and the traffic was so bad that it seemed like they’d be in the car for a while.

Eventually, Oliver turned on Isaac’s radio. It was some teen-pop station and a Harry Styles song was playing. Isaac glanced over to Oliver and say that the black-haired boy was glaring out the window with his head against the glass, mouthing along to the song a bit.

Isaac’s rage from earlier puttered out. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he moved his other hand and placed it on Oliver’s arm. “Hey,” he said, and Oliver looked at him. “Sorry. I’m sorry you got stood up.”

Oliver nodded, but didn’t say anything. Isaac hated seeing Oliver like this. He hated when his best friend was without a smile on his face.

Isaac turned the car to the right, and Oliver looked at him with confusion. “My place is straight ahead and to the left.”

Isaac nodded. “Yup. But I’m taking you to my place.”

“Isaac, no. Just take me—”

“Did you eat anything while waiting for Señor Asshat?”

Oliver cocked a brow. “Señor what now?”

“Did. You. Eat?”

Oliver frowned. “No. But why—?”

“Chinese food sounds good?”

Now Oliver was getting bugged again. “Isaac stop. I don’t want—”

“Oh look,” Isaac said with a smug smile, “we’re at my place.” Then he shut off the car and stepped out before Oliver could say anything.

Oliver just stared at Isaac, who was walking towards the apartment building. With a scoff, he got out of the car and ran after Isaac. “This is kidnapping!” he said as he came up to Isaac.

The blonde smirked. “Oh, is it? Let the record show that you called me to pick you up.”

“And to take me home! To MY HOUSE!”

Isaac shrugged and walked into his apartment’s elevator. Oliver, without any other choice, joined him with a huff.

The elevator ride was short since Isaac lived on the second floor. When they got into Isaac’s apartment, Oliver sat on Isaac’s couch with an annoyed huff.

“You like curry chicken, right? Or was it orange chicken?” Isaac asked as he took off his shoes and carried them to his bedroom.

Arms crossed and pouting, Oliver mumbled, “Orange chicken”, just loud enough for Isaac to hear but not understand.

“Louder, grumpy-puss?”

“Orange!” Oliver yelled.

Isaac nodded as he left his bedroom and pulled out his phone, ordering the Chinese food.

Oliver stared at his fancy loafers he’d bought for the date. He wanted to trash them now. They were uncomfortable as shit anyway.

“You wanna get out of that suit?” Isaac asked, sitting beside Oliver on the couch. “You can borrow some clothes, if you want.”

As pissed as Oliver was, his suit was almost as uncomfortable as his shoes, though the suit was a gift from his mom so he didn’t want to trash it. “Sure,” he sighed, getting up and walking towards Isaac’s room. Isaac didn’t follow since they’d been trading clothes for years, and half of the shirts in Isaac’s closet were Oliver’s anyway.

Five minutes after Oliver left the couch, Isaac was scrolling through Instagram on his phone when he heard Oliver yell, “OH MY GOD, YOU HAD MY YELLOW HOODIE?! I THOUGH I WAS GOING CRAZY! I THOUGHT YOU HATED THIS THING!”

Isaac snorted. “Yes, I hate it!” he yelled back. “I was trying to keep you from dressing like a goddamn highlighter!”

Isaac realized he made a mistake by not burning the hoodie when Oliver came out of his room wearing the hoodie with Christmas pajama pants. Isaac cringed, and Oliver smiled and laughed for the first time that night.

“I hate that hoodie,” Isaac said as Oliver sat next to him on the couch again.

Oliver shrugged. “It’s cozier than anything in the entire planet, so I don’t care.” Oliver sighed and sagged against Isaac’s shoulder. “Thank you for picking me up.”

Isaac smiled and wrapped an arm around him. “Of course. Now, if you’d just tell me who he is and where he lives, then I could—”

“You are NOT going to kill him, Isaac,” Oliver said sternly.

“Then what if I—”

“You’re not gonna sic Spirit on him either. I’m just gonna forget about this.”

Isaac frowned. He wanted to do something.

They turned on the TV and started watching Pokémon together—an obsession they’d shared since childhood and still had. After a while, the doorbell rang and Isaac got the Chinese food from the delivery guy.

They watched TV and ate. After a while, Oliver looked at Isaac and asked, “Can I stay here for the night?”

Isaac smiled. “Yeah, of course. I wasn’t planning on driving you home anyway.”

When they’d finished eating, they put on a Ryan Renolds movie and watched that until it was well past midnight and Isaac was falling asleep on the couch.

Oliver kept watching the movie until his phone started buzzing on the coffee table non-stop. The sound woke Isaac up and the blonde looked at Oliver. “Who the hell is texting you this late?” he asked.

Oliver shrugged and grabbed phone. Instantly, he froze, staring at the screen with a horrified look on his face.

Isaac frowned. “What’s wrong? Is it that asshole?”

Silently, Oliver handed Isaac the phone. As soon as the blonde saw the messages, his anger skyrocketed higher than it ever had before.

It must’ve been the guy who’d stood up Oliver. He was spamming homophobic memes and slurs, and he even sent dick-pics with words saying ‘To the Fag’.

Isaac quickly pressed call and stood up, making Oliver look up at him with wet eyes and ask what he was doing.

The jerk picked up, sounding drunk as hell. “Heeeeeeey, faggot! You like the pics? I figure since you ain’t gettin’ any, you might like to—”

“Shut the hell up you prick and listen to me,” Isaac said in a voice that was so threatening that Oliver was taken by surprise. “Oliver is kind, sweet, and undeserving of what you did. He is amazing and didn’t need you to pull something like this. There is nothing wrong with the fact that my friend is gay. There is something clearly very wrong with you for doing something so sick though, so let me tell your dumbass what’s gonna happen: You are going to apologize a lot to Oliver the next time you see him. And if you don’t, then not only will I beat you to hell and back myself with the help of my other friend who’s been to jail multiple times for public fighting—and winning—but I will also print and post pictures of your tiny wimpy cock around the campus for everyone to see, along with a picture of your ugly-ass face so everyone knows who to point and laugh at. Do you understand me?”

Silence.

“I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”

“Y-yes. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to Oliver the next time that you see him.” Then Isaac hung up. Harris Fordson, the guy’s contact said.

When Isaac looked at Oliver, Oliver had tears running down his face and his bottom lip was trembling. “Isaac—” he said, voice breaking.

Isaac sat on the couch again and hugged Oliver close. “You didn’t deserve that,” he whispered. “You deserve a nice guy who will take you on dates to places you like and who will treat you right. That guy was an asshole. He’ll apologize, and then he won’t bother you again; I’ll make sure of it.”

Oliver cried a little longer, clinging to Isaac. He cried until the lateness of the hour crashed into him like a truck and he fell asleep against Isaac. The blonde smiled, carefully lifting Oliver and carrying him into the guest room. After tucking his best friend in, he tried to leave but Oliver grabbed his wrist sleepily and said “Stay”.

Isaac smiled and laid down beside Oliver. His best friend hugged him once again, and he’d hugged back.

They’d had many sleepovers before. They’d fallen asleep hugging each other before, but there was an air around them that felt different. Maybe because of what Isaac had said or maybe because Oliver was so sad. Whatever the case, Isaac held Oliver closely, promising to himself that he’d never let Oliver get hurt like that again.

#This one made me cry😭😭😭#I LOVE THEM SM!!!#I have a fic in my drafts that I can't wait to finish because of these two!!!#isaac #oliver #Anyone sensing anything between them 👀????

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