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Chapter 7 - Prepare for Rejection and Don't Hate the Gay

~Oliver's POV~

"Leeeeeeeeeeeeeen!" I shouted down at the blond, tears of embarrassment forming in my eye."Heeeeeelp meeeeeee!" I dashed down the stairs and into the living room, running into Len and falling down on top of him.

"Ow..." I squinted a bit in pain, rubbing at my head. I looked down at Len. Oh. This position... Not good...! I flushed a dark red, and yet paled as well. I was shocked frozen, and didn't know what to do other than stare at Len in embarrassment.

"U-Um, O-Oliver...?" Len smiled awkwardly at me, probably trying not to be rude or anything... He probably didn't like me being on top of him like that... Agh! So he doesn't like me! Well, of course he wouldn't. He's not gay. Probably.

"Oliver...!" Len yelled at me, breaking my thoughts. "C-can you please get off...!" Why did he sound so desperate...? So he really doesn't like me?!

I quickly got off of Len, holding back the tears from the fact that I had created an assumption that if I ever possibly confessed to Len that he would reject me without hesitation. It's not my fault that I make rash decisions. Sometimes. "S-s-s-s-sorry...!" I bowed my head a bit in apology, quickly running off before Len could say anything.

"Wait!" Len shouted after me, sounding confused. "Why are you in a maid's outfit?!"

I didn't reply, even though I had heard him, because I was already sobbing about my fake rejection. I'm such a wuss.

Collapsing onto my bed in my room, I cried and cried into the pillow. No matter how embarrassing it is, it's the truth. I was crying over a rejection I had created in my mind without even asking Len how he really felt and just coming to the conclusion that he would reject me.

I kept on crying until I heard footsteps and quickly silenced myself.

"...O..." Someone started, but I couldn't really make out what word they were trying to say in the first place. "...Oliver," The person said, starting again. "Why are you crying...?"

I turned my head to look at the person, and it was none other than Len. Idiot. You shouldn't have followed me. I don't want you to see me like this... "I-I..." I couldn't form a sentence, so I just left him with a stutter.

"Oliver, please." He crossed his arms, looking expectant. I guess I should tell him the truth...

"I-I..." I inhaled deeply, calming my stutter before beginning, "I was crying because...you..." I bit nervously at my lip, saying the rest as fast as I could. "You rejected me."

Unluckily for me, Len's hearing wasn't terrible. "When did I reject you? And from what?"

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my eyes with my hands. I wasn't gonna just spew the whole story to him...! That's my personal secret! If I were to tell him, I'd...! ...I'd...

"O... Ollie." Len blushed darkly at that, stiffening his posture a bit and clenching his fists tightly. "T-tell me why you think I rejected you."

I flinched, blushing as well. Again with the nickname?! If you keep me hoping I can't get rejected properly! I'll be crushed! "W-w-w-well..." This was it. Time to tell my real feelings. "I...can't tell you here. Or now. But I will." Whaaaaaaaaaat?! What was that?! You were supposed to confess! Get the rejection over with! Idiot, idiot, idiot!

Len tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion. "Oh... Could you tell me tomorrow...?"

On instinct, I took the chance and nodded.

"Okay. Thanks. Wanna meet under that large cherry blossom tree?" Len grinned. Wait, that's my favorite spot... Could it possibly be his too?

I nodded again. "S-sure..." I mumbled, averting my gaze away from his and looking down. Well, at least I have a day to prepare for the rejection.

"Ah." Len flinched slightly, seeming to have remembered something. "You didn't tell me why you're wearing a maid's outfit." He pointed a finger at me, keeping a straight face as he did.

"I-idiot! D-don't look at me...!" I grabbed the blanket from my bed and hid behind it, covering myself.

"It's not my fault! And you didn't do this on purpose did you?" Len yelled at me again. He sounded a bit irritated...

"N-no! Of course not! Who do you take me for?!" I yelled back. This was getting a bit out of hand...

"Well, excuse me for making sure!" Len snapped back, growling silently. Please don't hate me, Len... I'm sorry...

I quickly stopped shouting and peeked over the blanket at Len. "I-I'm sorry for yelling at you..." I mumbled, blushing in embarrassment.

"N-no," Len replied, waving his hand at me, "it's my fault for staring this whole thing..."

I bit at my lip, covering myself back up in the blanket. "I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise." It wasn't only a promise to him, but a promise to me as well. No backing out now...

Len sighed. "Right. You still didn't tell me who did that to you, though." He moved over to me, peeking under the blanket and smiling apologetically at me.

"...It was...G-Gumi, I think..." I squeaked out, blushing at how adorable Len looked. I'm not the only one who can do cute, because that hottie sure can.

Len's smile faltered a bit into one of irritation and annoyance. "Looks like I was right all along, huh...?" He mumbled to himself, frozen in anger. "Things are definitely more lively when she's here, aren't they...?" I could see him gripping onto his sanity by a thread now. Was he really that mad about a stupid maid's outfit? It isn't even that big of a deal...

"Len." I poked him softky, bringing his conscious back. "Don't do anything to Gumi. Please. It's just a maid's outfit. I'm not gonna die. Don't go insane over something that silly..." I smiled sweetly and worriedly at him. It was the first time I'd actually seen him get this mad, so I did kinda treasure this moment, but he also did it for me, so there's another reason.

Len sighed, nodding. "Right, thanks Oliver."

I shook my head. "It's nothing." I love that hottie. He's so cute. Why is he so cute? He even got angry for my sake...! That just can't be beat! And yet...I'm still going to get rejected. He can't possibly be gay. It's just him being worried about a friend. But I still can't just toss my feelings away! Who would want to anyway? He's just such a hottie, and who could resist that?

Oh. I think the fangirls have gotten to me. I'm drowning in a Yaoi whirlpool. At least it's for my own gain. The fangirls are too strong. I'm being overwhelmed...! Oh well.

Don't hate the gay. Peace out.