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"Romeo and Juliet"

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SPRING BREAK ONLY really had significance when you cared about school and had a decent sleep schedule.

Neither of those things applied to Ollie. 

 He was still grounded, which was only now annoying him because it was Lydia's seventeenth birthday. Now, he usually wouldn't give two shits about attending birthday parties (god knows he hates every type of party) but ever since Lydia was attacked by Peter and kind of... went off the rails a bit, Ollie felt bad. Plus, they were friends, and she texted him to ask if he was coming. 

 But he didn't want to sneak out. Nicole was home, for one, and he already felt guilty enough about attending the rave. As if that wasn't enough reason, his mind was still reeling from his inability to cross the Mountain Ash barrier. That meant he was supernatural in some form, right? Which meant that whatever his mother was was linked to Beacon Hills... which meant that he was linked to Beacon Hills.

  Which he didn't really appreciate.

He sat on his bed, his finger absentmindedly tracing the faint scar on his cheek. He wondered if Lydia's party had already started, and he wondered if she was disappointed that he wasn't there. The thought made his chest seize with guilt, and he was so preoccupied with the thought that he didn't even hear the rapping on his window. It was only when he heard a very faint call of his name that he rolled his eyes and rose to his feet. 

 He threw his curtain to the side, an amused look glinting in his eyes as he saw Stiles's familiar face grinning at him. He was balancing precariously on the edge of the roof - the one that he had presumably climbed onto courtesy of the tall oak tree to the left. 

 Ollie lifted the window open, not wasting any time in saying, "you're an idiot." 

 Stiles fumbled for a moment, clumsily crawling into Ollie's bedroom and steadying himself on the boy's dresser. "You didn't even let me recite my speech," he said, brushing off his arms and picking a twig from the pocket of his sweater. "I randomly thought of that scene in Romeo and Juliet when I was climbing that freaking tree." He dramatically cleared his throat, "it was the best of times, it was the-" 

 Ollie cut him off with a shove, "wrong play, dumbass. Also keep quiet, still grounded, remember?"

 "Duh," Stiles outstretched his arms. "Why do you think I'm here? I'm breaking you out to go to Lydia's party." 

 Ollie chuckled, crossing his arms at his boyfriend's rambunctious mannerisms. "Not gonna work this time, Stilinski. Nic is actually home, and if she catches me sneaking out, I might as well pre-sign my death warrant." 

"But that's no fun. Sneaking out to go to a party? Now that's fun."

Ollie rolled his eyes at Stiles's grin, sitting down on his bed and running a hand through his hair. Stiles came to sit next to him, so Ollie propped his leg up on the bed and sent the boy a lopsided smile. "You're a terrible influence. I was such a sweet, innocent child before I met you." 

 Stiles rose an eyebrow, "are you sure about that?"

 Ollie's lips quirked upwards, before his smile was overcome by a grimace as a sudden stab of pain echoed through his head. He placed his fingers gently on the skin, shutting his eyes as Stiles placed a hand on his back, moving closer. "Hey, what's wrong?"

 "Nothing, I think," Ollie said, as the pain faded to a dull pressure at the back of his skull. "Probably nothing." 

 Stiles shot him a look, "you know it's the full moon, right?" 

 "So? The full moon never affected me before." 

 "Yeah, but you also couldn't cross Mountain Ash-" 

 Ollie reached his hands over to cup Stiles' face, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. He waited long enough for Stiles to curl his fingers around the fabric of his shirt, before he pulled away with a soft exhale, partnered with a smile. "I'm fine."

 "Mhm," Stiles nodded, his cheeks dusted pink. "Fine, totally fine."

 He kissed him again then, one of his hands grabbing a handful of Ollie's shirt, the other tangling itself in his hair. Ollie felt his chest rise - like he wanted to smile - as Stiles leaned his back against the bed and Ollie moved his leg so he could hover over him. Ollie moved his hand to press against the back of Stiles's neck, and he groaned at the action - only making Ollie's heart hammer against his chest harder. 

 There was a knock on the door. 

 Ollie jerked upwards so quickly that he kneed Stiles's thigh. The boy grunted, so Ollie leaned back over him to press his hand against his mouth, calling out a flustered; "one second! I'm - uh - changing!"

 "Sorry, honey, I was wondering if you could go to the store and pick me up some green tea?" Nicole's voice, slightly muffled from behind the door, said back. "I noticed we ran out... oh! Can you also get me some of that medium roast coffee I like?" 

 Ollie pulled Stiles' to his feet, the boy leaning over to whisper; "you putting your hand over my mouth just turned me on more", earning a punch and an eye-roll. 

 "Yeah, I will. Is my grounding being revoked so I can be your errand boy?" 

 "Yup! Thanks, Ollie, love you!" 

 Ollie paused, listening carefully as Nicole's footsteps reseded down the hallway. After a moment of silence, Stiles grinned. "You drink green tea?"

 "Shut up, you threw my phone into a swimming pool." 

 "This is wonderful news, my dearest Oliver." Stiles said as Ollie pushed him back towards the window. "You know why? Because now you can stop by Lydia's party!" He clapped his hands jokingly, "yay! Also, can we briefly appreciate how ironic it is that we are going to Lydia's birthday party as the hottest couple there? Because I think it's ironic." 

 "It's ironic when you remember how deeply in love with Lydia you were a year ago," Ollie mused dryly, and Stiles reached over to pinch his cheek. 

 "Jealousy looks good on you. I'd love to see more of it, especially when your mother isn't around."

 Ollie leaned forward, his hand hitting the wall behind Stiles, whose back was facing the window. He leaned forward, before pausing when their faces were inches apart. HIs eyes darted down to Stiles's lips, and he grinned, "I'm not jealous."

 Stiles swallowed, reaching his hand up to rest on Ollie's neck, his finger brushing over Ollie's jawline, before resting his thumb on the scar that painted the tanned skin like a shooting star cutting through the night sky. Ollie did kiss him then, tilting his head to the side as his free hand fiddling with the fabric of Stiles's shirt, slipping underneath it to rest on the warm skin of his side. 

 Stiles shivered, pulling away and resting his forehead against Ollie's. "You know, if I am gonna leave I think I should... like, as soon as possible." 

 Ollie hummed, leaning down to kiss Stiles's neck. He laughed at the sigh from the other boy, pulling away to press one more fleeting kiss to his lips. "You're gonna be the life of the party, Stilinski." 

 "I always am," Stiles grinned. "Besides, you're coming by for a few minutes. Bring your tea if you want, grandma." 

 "Alright, I think it's time for Stiles to leave." 

 He earned a teasing glare in response, as the raven-haired boy ducked out of the window. At the last minute, he knelt down and beckoned for Ollie to come closer. He did, resting his arms above his head as he leaned his head partially out the window. 

 "It's time for my dramatic outro speech. I don't remember the exact words, but I remember that it had something to do with 'parting is such sweet sorrow'." 

 "Ah yes, so sorrowful. It's almost as if we won't be seeing each other again in less than an hour." 

 "At least lean your head out of the window to kiss me, I want a dramatic backdrop against the full moon-" Stiles shot Ollie a stern look, "that definitely isn't effecting you, right?" 

 "Definitely not. And I'm not kissing you while you're on my roof, you'll probably fall off."

 "Whatever, I'll see you at Lydia's Ollie-Pop." 

 Ollie did smile then, leaning back into his room as Stiles carefully shuffled across the roof. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat as if it was trying to assure himself that he was still alive. He inhaled a deep breath of the cool night air, before shutting the window tightly behind him. 

 He felt it again then - a sharp pain that cut behind his eyes and made him wince. When he closed his eyes, he swore he could see Lydia's face flash before his eyes. A face with a look on it that seemed... well, Ollie couldn't describe it. Almost... well, fictitious.

 He wasn't sure what the full moon was doing to him, but he was sure as hell hoping that it wasn't doing worse to his friends. Full moons were never a good thing.

 And a party seemed like the perfect setting for things to go wrong. 

 ***

THIS ALREADY SEEMED like an incredibly weird birthday party. 

 Ollie didn't even bother to knock, as he could hear music from outside. Instead, he let himself in - and immediately felt his eyebrows furrow as a lady with bright green eyebrows smiled at him. He tentatively smiled back, brushing his palms against his jeans and nodding as he ducked through the door to the kitchen. 

 Outside seemed to be where most of the party was happening. On a high note - Lydia being the new town whackjob didn't seem to have any influence on how many people were at her party. On a low note - Ollie felt a headache brim behind his eyes whenever he walked outside. It was like the full moon was burning a hole on the back of his neck... like he was being watched. It was stupid - the full moon had never bothered him before. But still, his skin was crawling, and every once and a while a shot of pain would dart behind his eyes. 

 "Ollie!" Lydia grinned as she approached the door, balancing a tray of glasses full of pink liquid inside. He smiled, happy to see that at least Lydia was acting normal. 

 "Lydia!" He clapped his hands together, nervously rubbing his thumb against the palm of his opposite hand. "Everything looks amazing, your house is... wow." 

 The girl laughed, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Thank you! I think I saw Stiles out back, and-" 

 "Ols, I didn't think you were gonna escape the-" 

 The atmosphere surrounding Ollie immediately became about twelve times more tense as Katrin leaned her elbow on Ollie's shoulder with a good natured grin. That grin fell when she spotted Lydia, a half scowl etching onto her lips as she clenched her teeth. 

 Ollie suppressed the urge to groan as Lydia half turned away, her lips pursing as if in annoyance. "Seriously? I thought we passed this stage in all of our lives."

 "Yeah, so did I, if we're being honest."

 "It's my birthday, Katrin." Lydia shot back with a sneer. She smoothed out the skirt of her dress, before reaching over to delicately pluck one of the fragile-looking glasses from her tray. She handed it to Ollie, her features smoothing over. "See you later, Ollie." 

 Ollie honestly didn't know what to say, "thanks. Um... happy birthday!"

 As Lydia turned to walk away, Ollie set his drink on the table so he could cross his arms and shoot Katrin an annoyed look. "Seriously?" 

 "What?" The redhead demanded, cracking her knuckles as a sure sign of her annoyance. She placed a hand on her chest, beginning to speak in a rushed tone of voice. "I didn't even do anything inherently bitchy. I said happy birthday, I gave her a present, and she all of a sudden turned into little miss ice bitch again." 

 Ollie scrutinized the girl for a moment, squinting; "are you sure about the 'inherently bitchy' part?" 

 Katrin rolled her eyes. "Shut up. Come on, Stiles and Scott are out back."

 She led him through throngs of teenagers - both familiar and unfamiliar alike. Katrin continued to speak after she had to dodge around a cup of the pink punch. "Goddamn - Lydia and her stupid pink fruit punch." 

 "You're telling me you didn't have any?" Ollie asked in disbelief, and Katrin rolled her eyes. 

 "No, I didn't for your information. I was gonna, but then I remembered that I was mad and poured it behind her couch." 

 "What a weird way to showcase your anger."

 "Says you." 

 Katrin crossed her arms tightly across her chest, the only indication that her anger was real the red that dusted her cheeks. Ollie knew Katrin - and he knew that sometimes, she pretended to be angry to hide her real emotions. He would never understand it, but his cousin seemed to think that her emotions were more of a weakness than a real part of who she was... like she had to be angry or invisible. 

 But not right now. Now, her cheeks were red, and her arms were crossed. Lydia had said something to her - something that struck a chord. Ollie wasn't sure what it was, but he wondered if the girl had been one of the first to truly cut deep below his cousin's skin. 

 And he wondered if he'd have to be pissed at her for it. God knows he would - he would give the cold shoulder to anyone for Katrin. Even the newest town nutcase. 

 He spotted Stiles, and his concern dissipated. The boy caught sight of him and grinned, raising his hand as if to make sure Ollie could see him. Scott was standing next to him, and Ollie was pleased to see that the full moon didn't seem to be causing him to go all feral and murder-y. Instead, he smiled at Ollie and raised his glass of punch as if toasting him. "Welcome to the party." 

 "I know you guys missed me, you don't need to say it." Ollie said with a grin, reaching over to sling his arm around Stiles's shoulder. When he did, he immediately felt his blood run cold - for a split second, his vision turning hazy and a perfectly clear image of Sheriff Stilinski paint his vision. The man was wearing a black suit, and had a detestable glare on his face that made Ollie's muscles tense; his vision clearing seconds later. 

 "Whoa-" Stiles seemed concern as he turned to look at Ollie face-on. "You got the future eyes. What's wrong?" 

 But Ollie didn't think anything was wrong, he just thought that the situation was... weird. He had never been able to tell Stiles's future before... 

 Except for that one time at the car garage. 

 His lips parted in a moment of dumbfounded realization. He had seen Stiles's future before. The only question left to ask was how? He was only supposed to see things connected to the supernatural; and he was about two hundred percent sure that his boyfriend was in no way related to crazy werewolves and homidal lizards. 

 Which was why he turned to the boy with confusion evident in his eyes. "You're not supernatural." 

 Stiles chuckled, albeit nervously. "Nope, not since the last time I checked."

 "Huh." Ollie unintentionally bit his lip, his eyes narrowing somewhat as his brain kicked into overdrive. Luckily enough, Stiles was there to grab onto his face and shake him gently. 

 "Nope, none of that-" he chasised, "this is a party. Relax, have some of the weird pink punch."

 "If I drink alcohol at all, you know what's gonna happen." 

 Stiles snickered. It was a joke amongst the four; Ollie's low alcohol tolerance. He settled with just not drinking, instead adopted himself as the official designated driver of the group. Even if there wasn't alcohol in the punch, he wasn't taking any chances. He had to be home in t-minus ten minutes or Nicole would begin to get suspicious. He was already feeling guilty enough - if he tried to lie it would probably end up with him defaulting to Spanish and crying. 

 Ollie's head flashed with pain. So intensely this time that he recoiled and took a half step back, his fingers darting upwards to his forehead. He ran into some random boy in the process, and another haze darted across his vision; a man with a bullet wound to the head staring back at him until he jumped and shook his head. Breathing heavily, Ollie took a half-step away from Stiles, his arm brushing a girl's and triggering another vision of a sobbing woman to overcome his senses.

 His headache doubled.  

 "Hey, what's wrong-" Stiles reached up to touch Ollie's arm, but the boy jerked away abruptly. Running into a boy who shouted a 'watch it!' that fell to deaf ears as Ollie was forced to stare at the bottom of a precipitously high cliff until his vision cleared. He had no idea what he was seeing - it was like he was getting flashes of random peoples fears... fears that somehow had something to do with their future. 

 "I have to-" he grimaced, jumping away to avoid brushing arms with a girl laughing with her friends. "I can't be in here-" 

 Stiles said something in response, but another stab of pain in his head made Ollie not hear him. He turned away, beelining for the door to the best of his disoriented abilities. He staggered to the side, suddenly feeling as if hands were wrapped around his throat as he accidentally ran into someone. At this point, he couldn't even decipher the blurred line between what was reality and what was a figment of future events. His head was pounding nearly perfectly in tune with his heart, and his hand curled into the fabric of his shirt to try and ease his nausea.

 Finally, he was able to shove open the door of an empty room - a bedroom from the looks of it, and sank to the ground with his back against the door. He kept seeing pictures on the back of his eyelids - as if his brain didn't want him to forget what he saw. As if he couldn't.

And even as he wrapped his arms around his knees, feeling his limbs shake and his chest seize, he didn't notice the open window. And he didn't notice the full moon staring down at him; blinking as if to taunt him. 

 As if to remind him that it could never be outrun.

a/n:

rushed ending? yup. but its better than another month wait lmaoo anyway-

ollie did see other peoples hallucinations bc of the punch! and the full moon is starting to effect him hmm i wonder what thats ab...

love you guys, thanks for sticking around <3