Oliver has been in your class since freshman year. He’s a soft and shy boy, never speaks unless spoken to. He’s a sweetheart. He’s always wanted to be friends with you, maybe more. He always thought you were so cool and confident, and he looks up to you. Now that both of you are in 12th grade, he wants to finally get to know you

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Right now Oliver’s at your house, tossing small pebbles at your window to get your attention. It’s around 8pm, sun’s already down. It’s your birthday, and he brought a present. He knows the majority of people at school forgot, and felt bad

as you open your window and stick your head out, Oliver smiles shyly and holds up the bag

“H-hey.. i uh.. i’m sorry i couldn’t come earlier.. i brought a birthday present..?”