Prompt: Coliver and a kissing booth.
“Really?” Connor rolls his eyes and pulls a flyer off the wall. “A kissing booth?”
Oliver just shrugs. “It was the best student council could come up with.”
Connor raises an eyebrow. “And this doesn’t have anything to do with Nate DeMarco wanting to make out with the swim team?”
“Have you seen the swim team?” Oliver shoots back. Tugging the flyer out of Connor’s hands, Oliver smooths down the corners and rehangs it on the wall. “At least it’s not selling wrapping paper. I think my mom would have disowned me if I brought that catalog home again.”
“True.” Connor shoves his hands in his pockets as they resume walking down the hall.
They pass two classrooms before Connor works up the nerve to ask, “So, who’s manning the booth?”
He goes for a carefree, joking tone but the words just come out as a whisper. Like, he’s afraid of the answer – and maybe he is.
“Well,” Oliver licks his lips. “Volunteers from student council. All the class presidents are taking a shift-”
“So – You.” Connor’s quick to jump in. “You are going be in the kissing booth?” He asks just to make sure he didn’t misunderstand and his stomach clenches when Oliver nods.
They’re silent the rest of the way to Oliver’s classroom. Once there, they linger in the hallway. Connor finds a spot over Oliver’s shoulder to stare at and Oliver messes with the strap of his backpack.
“So-” Connor begins, running a hand through his hair and avoiding Oliver’s eyes at all costs. “If someone wanted to kiss you, wha – what would they have to do?”
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