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Vocaloid! Oliver x Reader - Remember What Happened

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Meltdown02

Published: Jul 31, 2012

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"Now," your mom said, "you do know Oliver and his mom will be coming over today?"

"Really?" you groaned, looking away from the laptop on your bed.

"What?" she asked. You held up your artists' tablet.

"Oh! I forgot," she gasped. "You're still working on your project, aren't you?" You sighed. Did she really just forget your graphic design final?

"Yeah, it's due Monday, and I'm almost done."

You got back to work on it. It was going good. You were on a roll until the doorbell rang.

"Hello, ma'am," a British voice rang.

"Hi, Oliver," your mom smiled.

You heard mumbling that you guessed was your mom telling your friend where you were. You could still remember when you first met him.

"Class," your sixth grade teacher said cheerily, "today I would like to introduce you to our new student, Oliver!"

A boy of about twelve walked in. His blond hair fell around his face. One of his goldenrod yellow eyes were covered in a bandage, and his white button up shirt was covered in a dark blue jacket with gold lining.

"Oliver," the teacher said, "you can sit in the empty seat over there." Your teacher pointed to the seat beside you, and that's where it all started.

"Hello," Oliver said as he stood in your doorway. You were sort of glad high school hadn't separated you two.

"Hola," you smiled.

"How's the project?" he asked, pointing to the tablet in your hand.

"I'm almost done," you said.

"Well," he mused, "how about a break then?"

"Sure. Why not?"

You set the tablet down and moved away from the laptop.

"Do you remember out eighth grade dance?" he asked as he sat down beside you.

"Which one?" you replied. "The Christmas one or our 'Graduation' dance?"

"Graduation," he answered. "The one we went to together."

"So, Oliver," the eighth grade you sighed one Friday afternoon, "you got a date yet?"

"No."

You both just sat there under your favorite tree, thinking.

"I've got an idea," he cheered.

"What?" you asked.

"How about we go together! You and me! At least, then, we'd feel comfortable around who we went with!"

"That is a good point," you noted. "Sure, Oliver. You and me."

A week later, you and Oliver were at the dance. Like many others, you decided to coordinate your outfits. You decided on a navy blue 50's style dress with a yellow belt and clip in bow and white shoes. He chose a navy blue blazer, white button shirt, a yellow tie, and black pants with shoes of the same hue. It hadn't been as awkward as you thought it would be. You thought it'd be weird to go with your best friend. Your classmates cheered as another song ended and a slower song began. You hadn't danced to any slow songs.

"Would you like to dance?" Oliver asked.

You noticed a slight blush on his cheeks. Maybe this was just as awkward for him as it was for you, but, either way, you agreed. As you danced though, you looked down at your feet.

"Hey," Oliver said, "could you look up for a moment?"

"What's up?" you asked.

"Well," he stammered, "I really like you, and I'm really glad you went with me." He looked away, thinking.

"Oliver?"

He gave a short, soft kiss then looked away, blushing profusely.

"You're too cute, Ollie!" you giggled.

"Yeah," you said unsure, "I remembered. Why?"

"I found this."

In Oliver's hand was a picture of you, him, and your two friends, Rin and Len.

"We looked so adorable in our matching outfits," he teased.

"Oh really?" you laughed.

"Really," he smiled. "I also remember a certain event at that dance."

"And what was that?"

He held the side of your head, his softly placed on yours like that night at the dance. You weren't surprised when you found yourself kissing him back. You just closed your eyes and went with it.

"We shared our first kiss."