Our Colors (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twelve

"You're not home young man."

"Yes I am."

"You're lying."

"How would you know?"

"Because I have your location dumbass."

Oliver had just got into my car the very moment Tyson called me. It was just ten past midnight like we had planned and I couldn't help but be slightly annoyed at his sudden call, let alone the fact he was checking my location.

"Why are you even up." I muttered looking over at the dirty blonde, I rolled my eyes gesturing with my other hand toward my phone. Oliver smiled at me slightly with a shake of his head.

"I'm hanging out with Scott and we decided to see where our child went in the middle of the night and seeing as your whipped ass isn't with summer or your totally handsome and awesome best fucking friends you must be with Picasso." I shuffled my phone away from my ear placing it on loud speaker when I noticed Oliver nodding his head in my direction as a silent question of what was going on.

"At this point you're more of thing one and thing two and I'm the cat in the hat."

"What does that make Oliver? The fish?"

"Hey!" Oliver grumbled out, clearly not impressed with being compared to the fish. I gently bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from laughing at his pouting expression.

"How the fuck did this conversation turn into the cat in the hat references?" Scott pipped in, his voice sounding sort of distant.

"I don't fucking know- anyway, meet up with us at the creek seeing as you both are awake and clearly are doing nothing and no I wasn't asking." I opened my mouth to protest when the line cut out and I couldn't help but sigh.

I leaned my head back against the seat as my eyes met Oliver's. He looked sort of disappointed and his shoulders slightly sagged. I honestly felt the same way.

"I'm sorry I know you wanted to hang out like before."

"It's okay, next time. We should go before he throws a tantrum." He said with a shoulder shrug. His hands were on his knees, his thumbs rubbing over the fabric of his pants. I chuckled at that knowing Tyson would in-fact throw a tantrum. I quickly threw my car in drive as Oliver placed his seatbelt on.

"I can hear it now." I began, my voice reaching to a deeper octave to impersonate Tyson. "Where the fuck are you assholes, I said the creek which means you come asap, when I holler you come running!"

Oliver laughed whole heartedly and I couldn't help the smile that broke out on my face as I joined in on his laughter. The passing street lights became a blur as I drove on the outskirts of town toward the more woodsy section.

"The cat in the hat was my favorite movie when I was a child." Oliver said, his body was slightly angled, his head rested on the window as he was shifted to look in my direction.

I couldn't help the snort that escaped me. "Just as a child? That's still my favorite movie."

"Is it really?"

"You callin me a liar Picasso?" I asked with my eyebrow raised, the grin on my face evident even with my head turned to the side to watch the road.

"Am I?" He challenged. I laughed at that, I wanted to look at him so badly in the moment.

"I like this side of you, the daring side. It's hot." Just as I had said it I parked behind Scott's car on the side of the road near the path trail. I turned to look at him, sending him a playful wink.