Plus One Fake Boyfriends AU - Chapter 3

[deedee_sims]

Here's the final chapter! Let's see how these dorks end their faking 😝
Thank you everyone who've been interested in this silly AU! 🤗

Warnings: Weird food names, tipsy Ollie, Callum, cuteness

We soon get ushered to our seats next to Mom and Dad. The ceremony itself is well... a ceremony. Clementine has a beautiful dress, with lace and frills, probably designer or some shit. But why would she settle for less if my dear brother pays for it?

Oliver claps politely along with the other guests, and well, I guess I can clap my hands a few times if necessary. Mom gets a little teary-eyed. I don't really feel anything.

After surviving the cringey best man speeches, we finally get to the food part. Which is the best part. Or the only good part. Aside from Oliver defending me, which I still haven't recovered from.

Fortunately, whoever made the seating arrangements, was very well aware of my outsider status in the family, because we get seated at a separate table than my other family members.

"You okay?" Oliver asks when we sit down.

I arrange my face into something that hopefully looks like a reassuring smile. "Yeah, sorry, I zoned out a bit."

He smiles at me then, and Watcher. He's absolutely fucking incredibly beautiful.

It's clear that Oliver is not used to this kind of fancy, because he has no idea what half of the dishes are on the menu.

"What is even 'Foie Gras'? It sounds like something cows would eat."

I almost choke on my glass of water. "It's goose liver."

"Huh." He shrugs, then squints at the menu again. "Miso-Butter Roast Chicken With Acorn Squash Panzanella, I have no idea what half of these things are."

"You're adorable. Let me order for you, babe."

He goes a little pink at that. "Please."

We get ribs because that seems like the simplest dish on the menu. It is delicious though, but what else would you expect?

I don't drink because I drive, but Oliver gets some wine, and he suddenly becomes a little more chatty, and I can't take my eyes off of him.

"How long have you two been together?" asks one of Clem's friends whose name I might've forgotten.

"Just a couple of weeks."

"Ah, that explains it. Still in the honeymoon phase!" she smiles, and I look at Oliver.

He honest to Watcher giggles at that, cheeks a little rosy from the wine. Then he scoots closer to me, loops his arm in mine, and I think I might just combust here.

I look at his pretty eyes, and fuck. I want to kiss him so bad.

I think I'm halfway there when someone announces it's time for some dancing. Oliver jumps a little, like he just got out of a haze. Me too, buddy, me too.

He claims that if I'm mindful of my feet's intactness, I shouldn't dance with him, so we just... sit there for a while, still (or again) snuggled closer to each other.

They play shitty music anyway.

And well, while we sit here, trading joking comments on the various terrible dances performed by others, I have some time thinking about... this situation I got myself into.

Because let's face it: Oliver is pretty and smart and ridiculously cute. I even have a half-moment when I think that it was worth it to come to this wedding buffoonery, just because of him. I spent the past year getting my shit together, and I know I have Max and Bonnie, but I just realize how much I was craving that other kind of connection.

And Oliver just barged into my life, turning me into a yearning sack of potatoes.

I have this frantic thought that I might try asking him out for real when he stands up.

"Sorry, honey, I have to use the toilet. I'll be back in no time."

I smile up at him. "Sure, baby."

I follow him with my gaze to the loo. Yearning sack of potatoes, indeed.

Lacking better things to do, I grab myself another slice of chocolate cake and wolf it down in about five seconds. I also chat with another friend of Clem's. I begrudgingly admit to myself that her friends are not that bad after all.

I'm about to return to our designated table when I spot Oliver. This wouldn't be so bad in itself if he wasn't talking to Callum. Which is, now that I got two steps closer, looks more like Callum talking to him, and Oliver getting enough of it.

"Is there any problem?" I insert myself into the scene, as smoothly, as I can.

"Your brother was suggesting inappropriate things about our relationship," Oliver says coldly.

My stomach clenches. "He was?"

"Oh, c'mon Rhett," Callum slurs, clearly drunk. "We all know this is an act. How much did you pay him?"

Well, shit. Keep your fucking calm, Rhett. "I didn't pay him." I mean it is technically true. "Maybe that's your way of doing things, but-"

"Very funny," Callum snarls. "Look at him. He's too sweet for you."

Oliver huffs beside me. "Now I know why you dreaded going here. I thought you were just exaggerating about him being a d major."

The last part gets my mind reeling, because-

"Hey!"

"I don't know what your problem is, because Rhett kindly spared me the details, but I'm sure you can do better things on your own wedding than insult us!"

Oh shit. Oliver is really into this now, hands fisted, brows knit, shotguns loaded. He looks like an unstoppable force.

It's kind of hot, not gonna lie.

Callum sputters out something, but Oliver is not done.

"I'm his boyfriend! And I love him! We love each other."

He turns to me so quickly, I barely have time to react, but the next thing I know is that his lips are on mine, and I think I died a little.

Because he's kissing me and his lips are soft and taste like wine and heaven.

Fortunately, I'm not drunk, so my brain is quick to catch up on the events, and I kiss him back. Eagerly.

Oh, my Watcher.

I distantly hear my brother grunting something to himself, and maybe sauntering off, but I don't care anymore. Oliver is gently holding my face, and kissing(!!) me, and I don't think I can get enough of it.

We eventually part after a while though.

He becomes a little nervous, and steps back just a little bit. I already miss his closeness.

"Um," I say eloquently, then I remember something super confusing. "Should I ask you how do you know about that d major joke, that I-"

"I'm subscribed to your channel!" he blurts out, his face reaching an alarming shade of red.

It takes my mind a few seconds to process his words. "Wait, what?"

"And I love your videos," he mutters, still embarrassed. "Do you know how hard it is not to be flustered around you all the time? You're basically a celebrity!"

My mind is still reeling because of the sudden turn of events. "I only have like a hundred thousand subs."

"That is celebrity category, Rhett."

Huh. What the fuck. I shake my head. "You could've opted out at any time."

"But I wanted to help you," he says quietly, and I feel like something has just melted inside me. "Like how your videos helped me. I- when I had bad days and stuff. They always cheer me up."

Is this really happening? I can't help but let out a chuckle and draw him into a hug. He's not complaining.

"Sorry for being weird," he mutters into my suit, and that inexplicable warmth is back in my chest. "I was really cross with Max for not telling me that you are... you."

"I'm not anyone special, Oliver. Just a man with a silly channel and a shitty family."

"Yeah, your brother is a piece of work. But I think you're great, though."

And shit. I am still fucked, but it suddenly doesn't seem like such a bad thing anymore.

"You're adorable." I place a light kiss on his forehead.

He draws back a little, looking at me with an open expression, and I decide I could get lost in his beautiful eyes.

"Do you think we're still needed?" he asks, which gets me out of my reverie.

I shrug. "Nope. Let's get going."

***

The drive back is definitely more carefree than the drive there in the morning. Oliver asks if I can put on some of my covers, and since I have them conveniently stored on my phone, that's just what I do.

As we slowly approach his apartment complex (thanks, traffic jam), I realize that I don't want this to end. Because I like Oliver a lot, much more than anyone in a long time. And considering our passionate fake(?) kiss, maybe there's hope.

"Thank you again for saving my ass," I tell him when I park in front of his place.

He smiles, and I swear it lights up the whole interior of my car. "It was no problem. And the ribs were pretty good."

"So," I start before I lose my momentum here. "Would you like to catch a movie with me sometime? I know a terrible one that you'll probably hate." I ask, a callback to the backstory he made up for us earlier.

He chuckles a little at that. "Count me in!"

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And that's it! See, I made sense of the simtuber part in the end 😂
I hope you liked this little AU! I had a lot of fun writing it! 😊
Thank you for reading!