#olivermanningx

[unianterested]

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NAME:  ❄️ Manning

RINGTONE: Anything Goes/ Anything You Can Do

PICTURE:

[loreleilyons]

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NAME: You Can’t Talk To Ollie Manning ❌

RINGTONE: Bad Blood

PICTURE:

[sacha-fowler]

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NAME: Oliver M (🏅!!)

RINGTONE: champion - fall out boy

PICTURE: important cheat meal documentation

[benji-fields]

Reading his messages from the evening prior back caused a deep sense of embarrassment to take him over as again, Benji scrolled through the chain. At least Oliver had been the reasonable one between them, refusing to come over despite Benji’s insistence. There was one portion of the messages that caught his eye, however, the part where they both said they missed one another. He already knew how he felt, but how Oliver himself felt had been a bit of a mystery. It seemed it wasn’t going to be a mystery any longer as he just stared at that message. Oliver missed him. He truly missed him. It felt almost unreal as he finally, once again, closed out of the chain of messages, gear packed and ready to head back to his apartment for the evening.

At least, he was up until the point where he saw a familiar face down the halls, heading towards the showers it seemed. He could have left. Oliver would have never known he had been there – or at least never confirmed it – if Benji just left now and didn’t look back. But he wasn’t going to do that. Instead, he followed after the other male, thankful to find that Oliver hadn’t actually began to strip and treat himself to a shower but instead was there in the small locker room outside the showers.

“Ollie. I um…do you have a minute? I mean, can we talk?” @olivermanningx​

[benji-fields]

He didn’t hate Oliver, as much as he wanted to. In some sick twisted way, Benji completely understood. They all had goals they were working for – goals they had put their blood, sweat, and tears into since they were children. Benji himself knew how dedicated so many of them were – especially Oliver – so holding it against the guy felt wrong. Still, he couldn’t deny the ache he felt in his chest anytime he saw his ex around. There was always this back and forth desire on whether or not he ever wanted to Oliver to see him too. Sometimes he hoped the boy could see how well he was doing while others, Benji just wanted to hide away forever.

That familiar tug in his chest was there as he caught sight of the boy, easily gliding around the rink like it was his home. But then again, Benji supposed it was. Oliver loved the ice, loved it enough to end them for it, so he certainly fucking hoped the boy loved the ice.

Making his way over to the bench, he started lacing up his own skates – practice would start soon and he wanted to do a pre-practice-warmup warmup as crazy as it sounded. As he got up to make his way further onto the ice, he noticed that Oliver wasn’t as far anymore. “Hey – “His voice was tight as Benji looked around. Of course, when he needed someone, there wasn’t anyone around. Just his luck, really. “You’re getting better. Looks like that lack of distractions is really working out for you.” @olivermanningx​