Roger & Olivia - drabble
Added 2025-04-15 14:39:57 +0000 UTCHe watches the other boy’s eyes flit from sentence to sentence. The other boy is not doing anything interesting, just reading, and yet he finds he can’t look away. When the boy suggested that it would be good to take advantage of the nice weather, Roger thought it sounded like a bore.
Unless he’s playing Rugby, he doesn’t find anything fun to do under the sun. But now, as he sees his best friend lie there, an arm tucked under his head, eyebrows slightly pushed together in consternation and a smooth face brightened by the sun, he retracts his statement.
“It’s not working,” the boy says.
Roger blinks. “What?”
The boy smiles, “you keep staring at me. No matter how much you pout, I’m not going back inside. The sun is good for you.”
Roger’s cheeks colour. “Oh, right, the sun.”
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Her hair is so smooth. Many of the girls on their floor have a habit of asking Olivia to do their hair since she’s so swell at it. She doesn’t mind, she feels good being kind, and it’s satisfying to see a job well done.
But above all else, she loves doing her girlfriend’s hair. Olivia bites her lip from smiling. No, not girlfriend, she has to remind herself. Girl friend. The spaces in between those two words are unpleasant. But she didn’t quite know what to do to connect them yet.
“Olive,” she says.
Olivia stops her humming, “yes?”
The girl smiles in the mirror, “you haven’t done anything, and it’s been 10 minutes. My hair is untangled to perfection, thank you.”
Olivia laughs sheepishly, “sorry. I was somewhere else.”
