"Unsatisfying home life"

Oliver snatched the wallet from Brian's hands in curiosity and rummaged through it.
"This is the worst fake ID I've ever seen." He pointed out.
"Do you realize you've made yourself like, 68?" Oliver snorted.
"I know, I know. I goofed it." Brian shrugged, still on top of Oliver as either of them had yet to notice.
"What do you need a fake ID for anyways? I mean, no offense but, you don't exactly seem the type to go out to clubs or whatever." Oliver wondered.
"So I can vote." Brian looked at him as if it was obvious while Andrew snorted.
"You wanna see what's in my bag?" Allison spoke up.
"No." The three boys said simeltaniously.
Allison emptied her bag anyways. Some of the stuff fell onto Oliver and Brian, tampons.
"Holy shit!" Andrew cursed at how much stuff was now spread out on the sofa.
"What is all that stuff?" He asked.
"Do you always carry this much shit in your bag?" Brian wondered out loud.
"Yeah. I always carry this much shit in my bag." Allison confirmed.
"You never know when you may have to jam." She nodded as Brian grabbed the tampons on his and Olivers lap to lay them on the pile.
"Are you gonna be, like, a shopping bag lady?" Brian leaned forward and Oliver automatically grabbed his waist to stop him from falling over, Brian didn't seem to notice.
"You know, like, sit in alleyways? And like, talk to buildings and wear men's shoes and that kind of thing?" He continued.
"I'll do what i have to." Allison answered.
"Why do you have to do anything?" Brian frowned slightly.
"My home life is unsatisfying." Allison leaned over with a glare, Brian quickly leaning back again and resting his side on Olivers chest once more, luckily Oliver was distracted by Andrew because Brian was pretty sure the boy would have a fit if he'd heard those words.
"So you're saying you'd subject yourself to the violent dangers of the Chicago streets because your home life is.. unsatisfying ?" Brian asked incredously.
"I don't have to run away and live on the streets. I can run away and I can go to the ocean. I can go to the country. I can go to the mountains. I could go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan." She rambled in defense.
Brian leaned closer to Oliver, their faces mere centimeters away from each other so Brian could whisper in Olivers ear.
"Ollie, wanna get in on this?" The way Brian said it and how he used a nickname made chills ran down Olivers spine and he felt his face heat up a little.
"Allison here says she wants to run away because her home life is unsatisfying." As he finished Brian leaned his head on Olivers shoulder.
"Well everyone's homelife is unsatisfying, dipshit. So suck it up and just deal with it." Oliver growled out.
"And if it wasn't, people would live with their parents forever." Andrew backed him up more calmly.
"Nevermind. Forget it. Everything's cool." Allison glared, Oliver just rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"What's the deal?" He mocked.
"No. There's no deal, F-"
"Don't! even try finishing that sentence. Trust me, I'm not afraid to hit a girl." Oliver pointed at her.
"Wait a minute." Andrew stopped their bickering from escalating.
He then continued talking to Allison. Oliver tuned their voices out and chose to focus his attention on Brian instead.
"Hey there Bri, you comfy?" Oliver mocked the boy.
"Very." Brian mumbled into his neck after turning his head slightly.
Oliver felt the boy's breath tickle his neck, giving him goosebumps all over. When he looked around, trying to spot his brother he noticed Andrew and Allison had gone up to the second floor of the library to talk some more and God knows what his brother and Claire were doing. 
"You know-" Oliver started but halted as he felt Brian's hot breath on his neck once more, though this time it felt closer. He cleared his throat and spoke up once more.
"Are you, uhm, planning on writing the, uh.. uh, the essay?" That was a dumb question, Oliver thought to himself, why was he acting like this?
When Brian pulled back and leaned his back on the armrest again Oliver felt like he could breathe again. Brian looked at him as he answered.
"Obviously." 
"You could copy mine if you want." Brian offered with a shrug.
Oliver noticed Brian was still holding onto his glasses, so he reached for Brian's hand and pulled them out of his grip. Then he continued and leaned forwards, hovering over Brian, and placed the glasses on Brian's nose. 
"You look cool with those. Should keep 'em." Oliver smirked. 

Meanwhile Andrew and Allison were on the second floor, conversing, well if you could call it that.
"You have problems." Allison spat at him.
"Oh, I have problems?" Andrew repeated in disbelief.
"You do everything everybody tells you to do. That is a problem." Allison exclaimed.
"Okay, fine. But I didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite people into my problems, did I?" Andrew argued.
"So what's wrong?" He asked in a softer tone.
"What is it?" He continued before letting out a small sigh.
"Is it bad? Real bad? Parents?" He was hesitant to ask.
"Yeah." Allison was tearing up by now.
"What do they do to you?" He spoke up after nodding.
"They ignore me." She answered, a tear slipping out.
"Yeah. Yeah." Andrew said in acknowledgement as he too had tears treatening to fall.

(AN: Yes, I know, short chapter. But I'm already working on the next one since this was just a small filler, I'll try to finish and publish it later tonight and if not I'll make sure to do it tomorrow! Have a nice day and thank you for reading!)