Author note: I love Oliver/Percy so much, I try and do them justice. Inspired a bit by Rushmore in a very weird way.
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Her hair falls down upon her back. He stares at her like he often has. She is so beautiful it's hard not to. Her bright round eyes look at him and they twinkle. She is undressing for him and he should be excited, he should want her, but he doesn't. She's beautiful and his. All his if he takes her, if he choses to feel her through their skin.
But he can't. She's not who he wants, who he wants to do this with. The one he loves is sitting on a broom, flying in the rain. He's probably filthy wet and tons different than the warm setting of their bedroom where Penny's clothes are slowly littering the perfectly spotless floor.
"Percy, do you want this?" She asks looking directly at him, almost completely exposed for him to see. It's so personal, it hurts his eyes. She's so beautiful and she's so vulnerable right now. Her heart is showing in her loving eyes. But something is different, something that hadn't been the same in a long time. Something that led them to this bedroom to solve something that couldn't be solved.
Tears are brewing in his eyes, and he knows he can't cry, because he doesn't want to and boys don't cry under any circumstance. Her bright eyes stare into his soul, waiting for an answer.
"No." He says in a breathy whisper. He isn't sure if she hears it, but then her eyes get bigger and she grabs her shirt and pulls it over her head awkwardly. She is getting dressed much faster than she undressed.
"Percy, I thought you loved me." She says simply, her eyes overflowing with tears. Percy looking at her and biting his lip so he won't cry, too.
"I do. I just don't love you how you love me." He says, hurting himself along with her. He watches her staring at him, tears flowing down her face. She seems stunned, and she just turns and leaves the room, barefoot and crying. He wonders what she'll look like going through the castle like that.
He looks down and see's a little pink sock, a sock that once was on her beautiful foot. He knows he should give it back to her, if they ever speak again. But the sock is the only thing he has to remember her by, to remember this night by, and so he scoops it up and puts it in his neat dresser. It is the one colored thing in there. Everything else is spotless bright white. It makes Percy smile, adding that pink sock.
He lies down on his bed. He's in the state of almost being awake and almost falling asleep when the door is slammed. Oliver is back from practice. He's got a big smile on his face and he brings the aroma of the shower with him. It's a sweet soapy smell mixed with what Percy assumes is some sort of cologne.
"How was the big day? Did it all go according to plan?" Oliver asks, ripping his shoes off, which he's probably only had on a few minutes anyway.
"Not quite." Percy replies sleepily. Oliver is looking over at him and has a confused look on his face, which Percy wants to make disappear. "I told her we had to stop. I couldn't do it. I don't love her." He tells him, the words falling off his tongue before he realizes they are doing so. They aren't close enough to talk about this sort of thing, are they?
"Oh, well then why did you bring her up here in the first place?" Oliver asks, bringing a question Percy had been asking himself ever since she left.
"I don't know. I think I wanted life to be perfect again. Everything in my life was perfect except that and I wanted it all to be. But it can't be." He says, tears almost falling from his eyes. He bites down on his lip as hard as he can to stop them. He just can't cry.
Oliver is quiet. He runs a hair through his light brown hair, it's so short there isn't much to run through. He is smiling a bit at Percy, as if to tell him it will be all right. Percy sincerely hopes it will be.
"Perce?" He says, catching Percy off guard a bit. He'd been fantasizing that Oliver was telling him he loved him, but when he actually started talking he had to snap out of it.
"Mmm?" He replies in a short noise. He sits up and looks directly at Oliver sitting in his bed on the nearest wall of the room. It's a large room but the beds are right near each other, a fact Percy often is reminded about.
"Did you break up with her because of me?" He asks, and Percy wonders how terrified he looks. How does he know? his brain is screaming. How does he know!
"What do you mean? No, of course not." He says fast and choppily.
"I mean, I know I told you I don't like her. She just isn't right for you. I didn't want that to influence your decision. So if its my fault, then I'm sorry." Oliver says, suddenly finding his feet fascinating because he's talking to them the whole time.
"No. It wasn't that. I just love someone else. Someone I think I could love, at least. Someone I want to love me back but I don't know how to go about doing this and Penny was just sort of an obstacle I had to get over first."
"Whoa, Perce, this is like the most serious conversation I've ever had with a pal." He says, his eyes crinkling into a smile.
"There is the answer. A pal." Percy repeats, falling back on his bed, knowing the tears will come soon.
"What are you talking about?" Oliver says, moving to Percy's bed next to his lying form.
"I'm your pal, that's all I'll ever be." Percy says, a small tear snaking a trail down his pale skin.
"Sit up." He orders, and Percy does as he is told. He wipes away the tear with his shaky fingers. He looks directly in the eyes of Oliver, who's searching them. Will his eyes tell the truth? Percy stares back, looking for something. Something he isn't rewarded with.
And Oliver leans over and softly kisses his lips. Percy's eyes brighten up and Oliver gets up and goes back to his bed, before slipping in.
"You're much more than my pal." He says, turning the light off. Percy sits there wondering if it happened or if it is just another fantasy. If this night really happened. So he gets up and looks in his dresser. The little pink sock is still there, and somehow it makes him believe it all happened. And so he slides into his bed and falls gently asleep.
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A/N: Please review or I'll post suck stories and be mean!