Eric's POV
Almost three months. Oliver comes and cooks then sleeps. Or maybe he does other things and avoids me. I drive all the way to his university, he always walks past me. Walks faster when I try to keep up. The first month we'd sit by each other but he would barely look at me. A few words here and there. But this month has got to be the worse. It's almost going to be three months since he's been acting this way.
I get it, he's upset. He can be upset and angry but this whole I'm going to avoid you and pretend you don't exist is pissing me off. I showed up early to his university so I could see him when he woke up- Yes he moved back in with his cousin in the form. Well not technically, since all his stuff is at our home still.
Oliver stood in front of me with his dorm door slightly opened. He rubbed one eye with the other barely open. I crossed my arms staring down at him.
"Your being immature." I said and he didn't say anything, all he did was rub his eyes before walking past me. "You can't keep this up forever." I said following him.
"Eric I don't need you following me." he said and I glared walking faster.
"I'm your bodyguard." I said getting in front of him growling softly and he looked up at me slowly.
"Well I don't need you as my bodyguard."
I was silent for a moment and pressed my lips together. He walked past me and I turned to go after him again only to be pulled back.
"Just.... leave him alone." Ryder said with tired eyes. "He'll come back."
I took those words to the heart. But a third month came and I wasn't going to wait. But he showed up..... for his things.
"So your just going to leave?" I asked as I watched him pack things and he didn't say anything.
I balled up my fists glaring and I walked over to him. He didn't look up for a while and when he did he picked up a box. I took it away and pushed him back.
"So your mad? Upset? And your not going to try to talk things out with me?" I asked narrowing my eyes. My heart was racing, my body felt like it was on fire. I smirked as he just stared down at his feet. I made him look up. "Go then, don't come back. I don't need to take care of a kid again." I said and his green eyes darken as he glared pushing me.
"I'm not a fucking kid."
"You act like one. You fired me? Over what? Our personal problem? Sounds childish to put yourself in danger just because of personal problems." I chuckled and he looked away.
"Eric...."
"So our relationship is over just like that, to think I love you." I shook my head smiling and smirked looking up at you. "Just find another love since I'm not good enough. Sorry for hurting you Oliver." I said pushing the box to his chest. "Bye."
Oliver swallowed hugging the box. He hiccuped telling me he was probably going to cry. I left the room and headed to our.. room.
I stood in front of the mirror.
I should just forget him right? It was so easy for him to forget about me. So why should it hurt? Why keep chasing after something I can't have.... again.
I gripped the edges of the dresser. I bit my lip hard.
"Eric...." I heard the door open but I didn't turn around.
My grip tighten on the dresser.
But maybe I deserve better. Maybe he deserves better. He's just a kid, he doesn't get it.
"I've been patient." I said releasing my grip on the dresser.
"I'm sorry." I heard Oliver say softly. "Your right, I'm a stupid kid full of himself." I turned around to see him looking down at his feet.
He wasn't stupid. That's just how kids act. Your brain is still working and your kiddish ways haven't left you. When your hurt you don't exactly try to think as a grown up and try to control it. It's hard to control feelings anyway.
"Your not stupid." I said shaking my head. "Your just a kid, no matter if your nineteen." I said and he pouted slightly. "So are we going to talk about this like adults? Or are we done?" I asked crossing my arms and he sat down on our bed gently.
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"I just thought you guys would probably get together again.... that you still loved her-"
"Oliver I do." I admitted closing my eyes then quoted something I really didn't want to. "You can't stop loving someone exactly. Somewhere in your heart you care and love them even if it's like a tiny tiny bit. But Oliver I love you. I need you to trust me. I will make better decisions though. I shouldn't have got drunk as much as I did." I said and he nodded slowly playing with his hair slightly.
"Okay." he said, most would get annoyed or upset but I knew he didn't know how to reply. I knew he was listening and trying to understand which was all I could ask for.
"Any questions or anything you want to say?" I asked leaning against our headboard.
"Do you think we shouldn't date..? That this should just be strictly business?" he asked so quiet I could barely hear him.
"I don't know, what do you want?" I asked looking at him.
"I don't want to break up I was just being angry.... I wasn't being fair. Not talking annoyed me but I didn't want to give up so easy." he said pulling his legs to his chest making me chuckle.
"I don't want to break up either, I think we should ease into things slow." I said and he nodded.
"Are you going to talk to Megan?" he asked looking at me.
"Already have, and she was also very intoxicated." I said honestly.
Oliver scooted over to me slowly. I smiled slightly.
"I wanna grow up."
"Being a grown up sucks though." I said.
"Yeah, but I want to be more mature like your son." he huffed laying his head on my shoulder gently and I laughed.
"Yep, he is pretty more mature than you." I said smirking and he grumbled.
Things were going to be okay. Maybe not today or tomorrow but things were getting there.