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What happens on an all too sunny day on Boston College?

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So it’s here! Finally am I right? And I also found Ophelia’s face claim! Her @ is lovingmaryam on Pinterest. I apologize if this fic is all over the place this is mostly just to set up the plot/issues in the au.

wc: 1.8 k

things to look out for: swearing, mentions of sex, abusive parents, guilt (Ophelia just spiraling)

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It was hot, and Ophelia’s head was spinning from the overflow of information that was piled into her head from her first class.

It was syllabus week, and as much as Ophelia knew that this time would be very much needed to help her integrate into college, the hour and a half long class of the professor just talking and talking at them was mind numbing and boring.

On top of that, she already had a homework assignment. Which is fine, she’s in a prestigious college and should obviously expect it, but her first assignment is probably going to take her at least 2 hours, so that didn’t feel very nice either.

Right now, her dorm seemed like a pretty good place to regroup, call her mom, and then figure out a course of action, as well as maybe change out her jeans, since it was way too hot in Chestnut Hill to be wearing them.

She was starting to get some familiarity around campus, she knew that if she took the staircase from the quad down to where the hockey rink and football field were she could get back to her dorm 5 minutes quicker than walking around the quad then going down.

The sun was hot in the sky, and it caused a glare to reflect onto the lightly colored pavement—which made the whole area seem like it lit up, it didn’t help that Conte Forum, where she was walking in front of, at least that’s what she thought— was a building of straight glass, and the sun reflected even more off of it.

It looked like she was literally on the fucking sun temperature wise and now she coudn’t see, not like that also mattered.

She was just ready to get back into her nicely air conditioned (a fan pointing at her bed) dorm and possibly stay there, now that it seemed like the heat and humidity was only getting worse and worse— which was pretty uncharacteristic for Boston and being so close to the water, but who knows.

But being near the sports side of campus, she was bound to run into multiple football players, or any other athlete that happened to be using the gym in their free time, and this time was no different.

To Ophelia’s eyes, it looked like the hockey players had just gotten out of mid day practice, as a small clump of boys exited Conte Forum with their backpacks on, laughing obnoxiously loudly about something.

She had heard about the new freshman hockey players, quiet hushed conversations in her classes about them all being communications majors. Girls hopeful that maybe they could strike a relationship with them, guys wishing that they would be inducted into their circle. But at the end of the day, Ophelia didn’t really care.

If they were nice that was one thing, but that was about a 5% chance and she just didn’t want to take that risk of falling deep and having to swim to the surface on her own again.

Besides, she was perfectly content with making friends, chasing that degree, graduating, and moving on with a successful career in journalism, maybe work in DC—who knows.

When she turned the corner on the actual building of the Conte Forum, her whole vision erupted in light, trying to shade her eyes so she could actually see where she was going, but then collided with something hard.

She didn’t realize it was a person until a close voice spoke from above her.

”Oh! Are you okay?” The voice spoke, first, it was definitely a man’s and then it sounded familiar. Really familiar, but with an edge of maturity.

Ophelia finally looked up at the person who she collided as he went to speak again.

”It’s really bright out here, don’t worry—-“

Oh.

Now he definitely looked familiar, and Ophelia could finally put a name to him too.

He seemed to have made that connection too, because he was looking at her wide eyed too, taking in her whole face, then proceeding to look down at her locket and then back up to her face again.

”Um, Ryan? You doing okay?” Another boy's voice came from behind Ryan.

“Ophelia,”

Ophelia.

The two boys from behind him were staring shocked at her too, which was weird because she didn’t even know them. But she saw the blond boy smirk and look over at the one with brown curls.

Ryan must’ve told them.

She looked back at Ryan, her facial expression probably mirroring his, as she took him in.

He looked different, after all it had been a little more than 10 years. The baby fat was gone, and it was replaced with cheekbones and a strong jaw. But the freckles that she loved so much were still there, darker from the summer sun and days on the beach.

Days on the beach that didn’t include her.

A soft close lipped smile works its way onto Ophelia’s face.

”Ryan.”

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“Bro I can’t even! He froze up, like I’ve never seen him do that!” Will laughed, Aram snorted and took a sip of his drink.

”Dude, you guys witnessed history,” Drew laughed, as he recalled one time Ryan couldn’t stop pining for her to him a year back.

Gabe smirked to himself, tapping to check the location of Ryan, he was still at Ophelia’s dorm,and he turned his phone screen to give Will a look.

After Ophelia finally shut up Ryan— who was a blushing, stuttering mess, and told him that she does need to get back to her dorm, he insisted that he walk her back himself so that they could continue talking and possibly get each other’s numbers.

“So what does she look like?” Aram asked sneakily, “Blonde?”

”No actually,” Gabe spoke up,”Dark hair, she’s really short, I’d say about 5”? She looked really shy too,”

Drew’s eyebrows furrowed, confused. That was not the type of girl that Ryan usually went for, at least who he saw Ryan go for.

“I would’ve never thought.”

”He looked like a whole different person,” Gabe recalled, “I mean we’ve only known each other for three years but like, still— it was weird to see him like that.”

”Like what, whipped?” Aram teased.

Gabe nodded his head to that.

”I mean, I kinda get it though,” Will started,”They were best friends and then all of a sudden they weren’t, and it’s not like either of them could do something about it.”

Aram nodded thoughtfully before he smirked again,”Hopefully they’re just talking”

A mix of giggles and groans broke out from the group at that comment.

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”So you really did make it, huh?” Ophelia smiled, looking back at Ryan from his phone screen.

”Yeah, 8th overall, it was kinda a surreal feeling, and then everyone started talking about Ovi and I kinda lost it.” Ryan remembered a faint smile on his face.

They were both sitting on her bed next to each other, which might have seemed fast, but thankfully to them it felt like no time had passed between them.

”I’m sorry I missed it all,” Ophelia said distantly, her smile slowly disappearing at the thought as she avoided Ryan’s gaze.

Ryan frowned, studying her face.

She looked different. Her hair still had that slight wave to it, her cheeks still flushed a natural red whenever someone was looking at her, but she just looked more grown-up. Her lips were fuller and pinker, her teeth straighter (probably from braces), and there was a new small sunspot right above her lip.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Ophelia questioned, snapping Ryan out of his trance.

”Uhm… thinking.” Ryan said quickly.

Ophelia laughed, and suddenly Ryan felt himself smiling too. He missed the sound of her laughter, when she fully believed he was the funniest person in the world who could always paint a smile on her face.

But when they both settled down, and the laughter faded, the air around them shifted, shifted into something more raw, more emotional.

”I tried calling your dad a couple times from my dads phone.” Ryan spoke.

Ophelia froze.

What was she supposed to say to that? Sorry you tried to reach out to me multiple times. I chased my dad away and didn’t even think to try to contact you?

“He’s… he’s busy now— really busy.” Ophelia lied.

The worst part was that the lie came out so easily. Yeah she’s lied before— everyone has…but to lie to Ryan, after meeting each other again?

”Oh.” Was all Ryan said.

Ophelia’s mouth opened but quickly shut again when Ryan’s phone began buzzing rapidly.

The contact “Will Smith” was calling him, and Ryan sighed, annoyed.

”I’m sorry Phia—“ Ryan started, but she interrupted him.

”No, it's fine! I got some homework to do anyway.” She rushes, standing up.

Ryan joins her in standing up and walks to the door, Ophelia following behind him.

“Wait!” Ophelia stops Ryan just as he’s about to open the door.

”I’ll um… can I see you tomorrow?” Ophelia stammers and Ryan just smiles and takes out his phone.

He holds it out to her, on the screen was a space for Ophelia to enter her phone number.

She let out an amused huff before entering her number in and giving Ryan’s phone back to him.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?” Ryan asked, watching as Ophelia’s smile stretched further on her face.

”For sure, yeah.” She replied.

Ryan nodded, and sent her a soft smile before opening the door and shutting it behind him.

Ophelia was left with a sudden emptiness from Ryan’s departure as she flopped down on her bed. Her mind was racing from when Ryan told her he called her dad.

Was he truly busy? Did he just not want to talk to his dad?

When they moved to Manchester she remembered him trash talking the Leonard family the entire car ride. Probably to rile either her or her mother up to start yet another argument. But the reality was her dad hated everyone, sure he might’ve been a good friend when he was with them but behind closed doors he was an awful person.

Guilt flooded her, she should've told Ryan. Should’ve told him that no, nothing was okay at home and the life that she had when he knew her had unraveled so quickly it was dizzying.

Her head hurt. There was too much that happened today and still more that needed to be done.

But when all was said and done, Ophelia smiled.

Ryan was right back arms length from her now, and he was still her Ryan.

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It was late. Too late for Ryan to be calling home but he had been buzzing since he left Ophelia’s dorm and felt like he had to tell his family immediately.

The phone proceeded to ring about 6 times before his mom finally picked up, confused because she just talked to him this morning and wasn’t expecting to talk to him until tomorrow.

”Hey sweetie, is everything okay?” Cindy asked, she sounded concerned.

”Ophelia.” Ryan stuttered. “Ophelia, she’s—- she’s here…she goes to BC.”

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