Think I'm In Love (But It Makes Me Kinda Nervous To Say So) , 5/6
Title: Think I'm In Love (But It Makes Me Kinda Nervous To Say So), 5/6
Pairing: Oscar/Andy
Rating for this Chapter: PG-13
Word Count: 1,313
Spoilers: Through "Secret Santa"
Disclaimer: The Office still doesn't show Oscar and Andy getting it on, which means I don't own it.
Summary for this Chapter: Oscar confronts Matt about their relationship.
A/N: Not beta'd.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Oscar couldn't take it any longer. He cared about Matt, he really did, but he felt he didn't even really know him. Their relationship seemed based on convenience more than anything. He decided that enough was enough. He picked up his phone and texted him, asking to meet him somewhere so they could talk.
Half an hour later, Oscar showed up at Matt's door. Matt lived in a small apartment roughly fifteen minutes away from the office. All the walls were white, the little furniture he had was always in its place.
He walked Oscar in and they sat on his couch. "Matt, I think we need to reevaluate this whole thing. I really like you, and you're seemingly perfect for me, but I'm not sure this is the right time to be in this relationship."
Matt looked stunned. "I thought everything was going well. We're highly compatible, we have similar interests, sure you're a bit old for me, but that never got in the way before. Why the sudden second guessing?"
Oscar had hoped Matt wouldn't react this way. He didn't know how he was ever going to explain that Matt was just too bland for his interests, that he'd already found the man he really wanted to be with. "I just think maybe we rushed things a bit. I mean, we'd only really known each other a few weeks. Don't you think that's a bit soon?"
Matt sat back and nodded slowly. "So there's nothing I can say to change your mind then, is there?" He shot a pained look at Oscar, like he'd somehow been defeated.
"I just think that this isn't the right time. I think you're very young and I think you need someone you can have similar life experiences with. Plus, a guy like you? I'm surprised men aren't trying to grab you off the streets. You're a total catch." Oscar managed to lighten the mood a bit, knowing there wasn't much else to do in such a situation. "I want you to find the right man when the time is right in your life. I don't think I'm it." Oscar kissed Matt on the cheek, and after a moment of silence, got up and walked out. He never had any intentions of hurting Matt, but the guilt was almost overbearing. He suddenly knew how Angela must have felt, tied to one person but wanting nothing more than to be with the other. He silently scolded himself over the comparison.
When he got back to his house, he checked to see if Andy had tried to contact him in any way. There was nothing. Not that he could blame Andy, but part of him had hoped he'd reach out. Oscar tried calling Andy, but it was to no avail. His cell phone was off and his home phone seemed disconnected. Oscar wasn't sure how he, being the rational guy he was, managed to mess things up so badly.
It was only evening, but Oscar was exhausted and couldn't bear to think about everything much longer. He allowed sleep to overcome him.
The next morning, he awoke to his alarm clock buzzing. It took him longer than usual to get out of bed and he had significantly less motivation to go to work. How was he supposed to face Andy and possibly Matt after everything that's happened? Not to mention all of his coworkers who would no doubt give him a hard time all day. He didn't bother showering; just slipped on some new clothes and dragged himself to work.
That day Michael held another one of his pointless meetings. Usually he could pay attention enough to get the gist of what it meant for the company, but today his mind just wouldn't let him. He just sat there, staring at his feet, counting the minutes until he could go home again and go back to sleep.
Lunch was especially hard. Luckily, Matt didn't bother coming up from the warehouse, but it's not like he'd have a reason to now. Oscar was the only person he ever really knew or talked to other than Pam. Andy was sitting with Kevin in the center of the room. He decided to sit at the empty table in the corner, all by himself. He felt like the kid who had to eat in the bathrooms instead of lunchroom because they had no friends to sit with.
The rest of the day, he tried his best to just focus on getting as much work done as possible. At least that was a distraction from everything. Sure it wasn't the most exciting job in the world, but at least numbers were consistent. He knew how to handle them, and he knew they would never turn on him.
Finally it was nearing the time to go home. He packed up his things and hurried out, before anyone could try to stall him. When he got to the parking lot, he couldn't move. He sat in his front seat, head leaning against the dashboard, as he tried to stop the tears from forming in his eyes.
At least an hour must have passed by when he heard someone walking toward his car. Everyone else was long gone by now, except maybe the security staff. His was pretty much the only car left. The footsteps grew closer and he lifted his head up, hoping his crying hadn't been noticeable. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve just in case, knowing it probably wouldn't make a difference.
Someone knocked at his window and he turned. Of course it was Andy. Just when he wanted nothing more than to be left alone, Andy shows up. He rolled down the window. "Oscar, let me in. Please." He rolled the window back up and unlocked the doors as Andy walked around to the passenger side, then proceeded to smack his head on the top of the door.
Oscar let out a soft laugh. It felt good to see Andy being Andy again. "Totally not funny, dude. That hurt. A lot." But Andy was smiling too, so he figured it must not have been that painful.
He crawled in, watching his head, and shut the door. "You know I'm the one who's supposed to be the drama queen, right?" Oscar looked at him and wanted nothing more than to crawl away somewhere. He was more embarrassed than anything; embarrassed that he'd let his emotions get the better of him, and embarrassed that he'd allowed everything to happen the way it did.
"I'm sorry for everything I put you through, Andy. It was completely selfish of me. I was confused, I didn't know what I want, and it was totally unfair. But I should tell you, I broke things off with Matt yesterday. It wasn't just because of what's going on with us. Matt and I were no good for each other. We were too similar and he was too boring and it was never going to work out."
Andy took in a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry about everything with Angela and with Erin and jeapardizing our wingmen status. I shouldn't have used you like that."
Oscar couldn't help but smile a little, knowing how long he'd waited to hear that. Andy rested his hand on top of Oscar's, which was still gripping the steering wheel. He rubbed his thumb over Oscar's knuckles. "I'm not gonna let anything come between us like that again. Wingmen for life, dude. Always."
Oscar twisted his hand around, interlacing their fingers and grabbing on tight. "This? I don't ever want to lose it." Andy smiled his big, cheesy smile in response. "So does that mean we're like... a thing now?"
Oscar put his other hand on top of Andy's, leaning in and brushing their lips together. "I'll take that as a yes."
Part 6
Pairing: Oscar/Andy
Rating for this Chapter: PG-13
Word Count: 1,313
Spoilers: Through "Secret Santa"
Disclaimer: The Office still doesn't show Oscar and Andy getting it on, which means I don't own it.
Summary for this Chapter: Oscar confronts Matt about their relationship.
A/N: Not beta'd.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Oscar couldn't take it any longer. He cared about Matt, he really did, but he felt he didn't even really know him. Their relationship seemed based on convenience more than anything. He decided that enough was enough. He picked up his phone and texted him, asking to meet him somewhere so they could talk.
Half an hour later, Oscar showed up at Matt's door. Matt lived in a small apartment roughly fifteen minutes away from the office. All the walls were white, the little furniture he had was always in its place.
He walked Oscar in and they sat on his couch. "Matt, I think we need to reevaluate this whole thing. I really like you, and you're seemingly perfect for me, but I'm not sure this is the right time to be in this relationship."
Matt looked stunned. "I thought everything was going well. We're highly compatible, we have similar interests, sure you're a bit old for me, but that never got in the way before. Why the sudden second guessing?"
Oscar had hoped Matt wouldn't react this way. He didn't know how he was ever going to explain that Matt was just too bland for his interests, that he'd already found the man he really wanted to be with. "I just think maybe we rushed things a bit. I mean, we'd only really known each other a few weeks. Don't you think that's a bit soon?"
Matt sat back and nodded slowly. "So there's nothing I can say to change your mind then, is there?" He shot a pained look at Oscar, like he'd somehow been defeated.
"I just think that this isn't the right time. I think you're very young and I think you need someone you can have similar life experiences with. Plus, a guy like you? I'm surprised men aren't trying to grab you off the streets. You're a total catch." Oscar managed to lighten the mood a bit, knowing there wasn't much else to do in such a situation. "I want you to find the right man when the time is right in your life. I don't think I'm it." Oscar kissed Matt on the cheek, and after a moment of silence, got up and walked out. He never had any intentions of hurting Matt, but the guilt was almost overbearing. He suddenly knew how Angela must have felt, tied to one person but wanting nothing more than to be with the other. He silently scolded himself over the comparison.
When he got back to his house, he checked to see if Andy had tried to contact him in any way. There was nothing. Not that he could blame Andy, but part of him had hoped he'd reach out. Oscar tried calling Andy, but it was to no avail. His cell phone was off and his home phone seemed disconnected. Oscar wasn't sure how he, being the rational guy he was, managed to mess things up so badly.
It was only evening, but Oscar was exhausted and couldn't bear to think about everything much longer. He allowed sleep to overcome him.
The next morning, he awoke to his alarm clock buzzing. It took him longer than usual to get out of bed and he had significantly less motivation to go to work. How was he supposed to face Andy and possibly Matt after everything that's happened? Not to mention all of his coworkers who would no doubt give him a hard time all day. He didn't bother showering; just slipped on some new clothes and dragged himself to work.
That day Michael held another one of his pointless meetings. Usually he could pay attention enough to get the gist of what it meant for the company, but today his mind just wouldn't let him. He just sat there, staring at his feet, counting the minutes until he could go home again and go back to sleep.
Lunch was especially hard. Luckily, Matt didn't bother coming up from the warehouse, but it's not like he'd have a reason to now. Oscar was the only person he ever really knew or talked to other than Pam. Andy was sitting with Kevin in the center of the room. He decided to sit at the empty table in the corner, all by himself. He felt like the kid who had to eat in the bathrooms instead of lunchroom because they had no friends to sit with.
The rest of the day, he tried his best to just focus on getting as much work done as possible. At least that was a distraction from everything. Sure it wasn't the most exciting job in the world, but at least numbers were consistent. He knew how to handle them, and he knew they would never turn on him.
Finally it was nearing the time to go home. He packed up his things and hurried out, before anyone could try to stall him. When he got to the parking lot, he couldn't move. He sat in his front seat, head leaning against the dashboard, as he tried to stop the tears from forming in his eyes.
At least an hour must have passed by when he heard someone walking toward his car. Everyone else was long gone by now, except maybe the security staff. His was pretty much the only car left. The footsteps grew closer and he lifted his head up, hoping his crying hadn't been noticeable. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve just in case, knowing it probably wouldn't make a difference.
Someone knocked at his window and he turned. Of course it was Andy. Just when he wanted nothing more than to be left alone, Andy shows up. He rolled down the window. "Oscar, let me in. Please." He rolled the window back up and unlocked the doors as Andy walked around to the passenger side, then proceeded to smack his head on the top of the door.
Oscar let out a soft laugh. It felt good to see Andy being Andy again. "Totally not funny, dude. That hurt. A lot." But Andy was smiling too, so he figured it must not have been that painful.
He crawled in, watching his head, and shut the door. "You know I'm the one who's supposed to be the drama queen, right?" Oscar looked at him and wanted nothing more than to crawl away somewhere. He was more embarrassed than anything; embarrassed that he'd let his emotions get the better of him, and embarrassed that he'd allowed everything to happen the way it did.
"I'm sorry for everything I put you through, Andy. It was completely selfish of me. I was confused, I didn't know what I want, and it was totally unfair. But I should tell you, I broke things off with Matt yesterday. It wasn't just because of what's going on with us. Matt and I were no good for each other. We were too similar and he was too boring and it was never going to work out."
Andy took in a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry about everything with Angela and with Erin and jeapardizing our wingmen status. I shouldn't have used you like that."
Oscar couldn't help but smile a little, knowing how long he'd waited to hear that. Andy rested his hand on top of Oscar's, which was still gripping the steering wheel. He rubbed his thumb over Oscar's knuckles. "I'm not gonna let anything come between us like that again. Wingmen for life, dude. Always."
Oscar twisted his hand around, interlacing their fingers and grabbing on tight. "This? I don't ever want to lose it." Andy smiled his big, cheesy smile in response. "So does that mean we're like... a thing now?"
Oscar put his other hand on top of Andy's, leaning in and brushing their lips together. "I'll take that as a yes."
Part 6