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"so, do you, like, go to parties and drink?" conan asks y/n as they get comfortable in her living room. y/n chuckles, shaking her head, "no, i don't do that." she looks down at connor, who was laying on her lap, falling asleep. "but do the others?" madison asks. "yeah, like, every weekend," y/n says, "just doesn't appeal to me. i'd rather stay home." "you're so different, y/n," olivia sighs, smiling. "oh, i know," y/n shrugs as she smiles back. "ever been to one of those parties?" iris asks. "once," y/n says, "god... there's a reason i've only gone once. never again. it's terrible." "yeah, we all know," conan says. "really?" y/n asks.
"no, we've never gone," olivia says, "we're not... cool enough." y/n smiles as olivia grins. "i think you guys are pretty cool," y/n says. "oh, shut up," madison says, the group laughing. "no, i'm serious! you guys are, like, the underdogs," y/n says, "if you wanna go to one of trent's parties, i'll suffer and we can go. try it out." "i don't know if i want to," olivia says, "is it really that bad?" "it's... beer, sweat, hot, making out, hooking up," y/n summarizes, "and people hitting on you." "maybe that last one just applies to you," olivia raises her eyebrows on y/n. "yeah, probably. i'm pretty hot," y/n sighs, everyone laughing.
"have you ever hooked up with anyone?" iris asks. olivia actually hasn't asked this question. y/n shakes her head, "no." "really?" olivia asks, looking at y/n. "yeah, just... making out," y/n says, "i guess you guys can guess who." "is the... tits thing true?" iris asks, looking at olivia, "shit- sorry, liv. it's probably uncomfortable. you don't have to answer, y/n." "no, it's okay," olivia says. y/n looks at olivia, "i don't have to." "i'm a little curious, not gonna lie," olivia says. "then... yeah," y/n answers iris' questions, "it was barely anything, it was over her dress. went for less than five seconds. that's all."
y/n places connor in his bed, pulling the blanket up. she stares at him for a few seconds, closing her eyes and pressing her lips on his forehead.
olivia lays on y/n's bed after her friends go home. "thanks for letting me have my friends over," olivia says, smiling at y/n as they both lay on their sides, looking at each other. "of course. it was fun," y/n says. "you like them, right?" olivia asks. "yeah, obviously. they're good friends, liv," y/n says, "you guys are a perfect friend group." "thanks," olivia smiles, "how about your friends? are they good?" "they're good," y/n nods, "we aren't really as close as your friend group, though. it's weird, there's like this faint, big group, then there's smaller groups in that." "i notice," olivia says. "and- liv, i'm sorry about talking about madison and what happened," y/n says. "no, y/n," olivia smiles, shuffling closer to y/n. y/n wraps her arms around olivia, pulling her on top of her. "there's nothing i can do to change it. and plus, i'm so nosey, i probably would've asked what happened anyways," olivia says.
y/n keeps her eyes on olivia as her smile fades a little. she was thinking about something. "what's wrong?" y/n whispers. "nothing," olivia gives her a small smile in attempt to convince her. "come on, liv," y/n rubs her hands on olivia's waist, "talk to me." "i just... get a little insecure about you having a thing with madison sometimes," olivia admits, unable to keep eye contact with y/n, "and i know you can't help it. but... madison's still madison. she's really gorgeous, and funny, and smart." "and you don't think you are?" y/n asks. olivia shrugs, "not as much as her."
"well, i think you are," y/n says. olivia shakes her head, keeping her eyes on y/n's collarbone. "no, you are, liv. i think you're the most gorgeous, funny, and smartest person ever. i don't even know if that sentence made sense," y/n puts her hand up to olivia's jaw, making her look at her, "i promise. madison's those things too, but you just make me feel so... different. i've never felt like this before. you make me feel really special, olivia." olivia smiles softly, "you mean it?" "with everything," y/n whispers, "i promise. you make me really happy, you're on my mind 'till the very second i fall asleep, to the second i wake up." olivia giggles, pressing her cheek on y/n as she feels her own heat up, "you're good with your words." "only for you," y/n says, earning a long kiss on the cheek from olivia.
olivia pulls away from y/n's cheek with a kiss sound, looking at y/n and seeing her cheeks heating up. "you're so cute," olivia laughs. "stop it," y/n laughs too.
"hey," y/n says. "hey," olivia smiles, looking at y/n's lips, before looking in her eyes. "i think i should take you on a date sometime," y/n says. olivia smiles, raising her eyebrows, "a date, huh?" "yeah," y/n says, "next saturday?" "yeah, okay," olivia grins. "okay, let me figure out what to do," y/n chuckles, "i'll let you know when i finalise details." "okay," olivia smiles, "i'm going on a date with y/n garcia. lucky me!"
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"your girlfriend's here," conan says, and olivia glances up at the cafeteria door, seeing y/n walk in. olivia laughs, "she's not my girlfriend!" "well, she asked you on a date. you guys are basically dating," conan laughs. "shut up," olivia smiles, shaking her head.
y/n sits beside olivia in physics, "hey." "hey," olivia smiles, "our date's tomorrow." "so it is," y/n says, "i'll pick you up at... five-thirty." "what should i wear?" olivia asks. "fancy clothes," y/n says. "i'm excited," olivia smiles. "you should be," y/n smiles.
olivia smiles, taking the bouquet of flowers and hugging y/n tight. "you look perfect," y/n whispers, and olivia giggles closing her eyes as y/n rubs her back.
olivia holds y/n's hand as they walk down the streets. "you smell really good," olivia says, smiling and looking up at y/n. "thanks, i just farted," y/n says, making olivia laugh. "you're so weird!"
olivia slides in the booth, y/n sitting opposite her. y/n hands her a menu, and olivia opens it, reading all the options. "get whatever you'd like, liv," y/n says, "i'm paying." "no you're not," olivia says, "we can split." "no, liv. it's on me, don't fight it," y/n says, "get whatever you want, please."
"will you at least let me pay for dessert?" olivia asks as they look at the dessert menu. "no, it's on me," y/n says, smiling at olivia as olivia sighs, smiling.
y/n holds olivia's hand as they walk slowly to y/n's car. "i really like you in this dress," y/n tells her, looking down at olivia's dress, "you look so good!" "i bought it just for this," olivia laughs. "you didn't have to, liv," y/n says. "but now every time i wear or see the dress, i'll think of you," olivia smiles, "not that i don't already think of you every second, though."
olivia giggles as y/n spins her around, hand above her head. "are you a dancer, olivia rodrigo?" y/n asks, making olivia keep a smile on her face. "no, i'm very uncoordinated," olivia says, and she laughs again as she presses her back on the side of y/n's car, y/n pressing her body on olivia lightly. "do you wanna come back to mine?" y/n asks. "if you want me to," olivia smiles, looking at y/n's lips before looking at her again. "of course i do," y/n says, smiling and leaning down.
olivia closes her eyes, slowly wrapping her arms around the back of y/n's neck as y/n kisses her just as slowly. olivia smiles against y/n's lips, and y/n feels it, doing the same.
y/n's hand go to olivia's waist, and olivia pulls away slowly as she runs out of breath. olivia closes her eyes, smiling as she feels y/n's lips on her cheek. "i think i should be your girlfriend, olivia," y/n says into olivia's ear. olivia laughs, "you think?" "yes," y/n smiles. "then you should be my girlfriend," olivia whispers as y/n kisses her neck. "
olivia follows y/n into her room. "do you wanna shower?" y/n looks at her. "yeah, that'd be nice," olivia says. "i'll grab you clothes, then," y/n says.
y/n hands olivia pyjamas, and olivia smiles. "i swear i have a quarter of your clothes at my house," olivia says, taking it, "thank you." "you probably do," y/n chuckles, "alright, go shower, liv." olivia giggles as y/n holds the back of olivia's head, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
y/n walks out of the bathroom, seeing olivia in her bed. olivia laughs as y/n falls on top of her. y/n lifts her head up, pressing her lips on olivia's.
"nervous for your game?" madison asks y/n as she adjusts her cheer skirt. "not really," y/n says, sighing. "what's with the sigh?" madison asks. "nothing," y/n chuckles, "just tired." "not a good sleep?" madison asks. "no, a great sleep," y/n says, chuckling, "either way, it's a lose-lose."
"how's you and olivia?" madison asks teasingly. "we're great," y/n chuckles, "you're... looking at a taken woman." madison raises her eyebrows, grinning, "really?!" "yeah," y/n smiles. "well, i'm really glad you're happy, y/n," madison hugs y/n tight, "you guys are so cute together! is she coming to the game?" "thank you," y/n smiles, pulling away, "she is." "how cute," madison says, "well, i hope you put on a good game for your girlfriend!"
olivia laughs as y/n hugs her after her victory. "you were amazing!" olivia bends her knees back as y/n lifts her up. "that game was for you," y/n laughs, putting olivia down, "i would've said that before the game, but it would've been really embarrassing if we lost. i was thinking about you the whole time, though." "you're so cute," olivia smiles, holding y/n's jaw as she kisses her.
olivia and y/n hear a camera shutter, and they pull away, looking at the student photographer with a smile. jackson smiles behind the camera, taking another picture.
olivia talks to her friends as y/n goes to take a photo with other people.
y/n hugs madison. "great job, y/n," madison says, pulling away. "thanks, mads. you weren't too bad yourself," y/n says, and her arm goes around the back of madison's neck as they smile for a photo.
olivia smiles as y/n walks up to her again, her friends just leaving. "hey," y/n says, kissing olivia shortly. "hi," olivia smiles, "ready to go?" "ready," y/n holds her hand, and they start to walk to y/n's car.
olivia gets into the car, and y/n closes the door. y/n puts her duffel bag in the backseat, heading to the other side.
olivia messages her mom back as y/n's warm hand slides on her thigh. olivia places her hand on y/n's, turning her phone off. they stop at a red light, hearing someone call out y/n's name. y/n looks out the window, seeing madison and her friends in the car.
she chuckles, winding her window down, "hey, guys!" they start to have a quick chat. "is that olivia?" madison asks, leaning forward in the passenger seat to see olivia better. "it is," y/n looks at olivia. olivia smiles, waving, "hi!" "hi, olivia!" madison exclaims.
"i'm really glad that madison likes me," olivia says once they part ways with the other cars, "i feel like it's so easy for her to hate me." y/n takes her hand off olivia's thigh, holding the wheel as she winds her window up. she places it back on olivia's thigh, "i'm glad she likes you, too. you guys would be really good friends, actually. your personalities would compliment each other's." "well, maybe i'll hit her up," olivia says. "oh, you're gonna date her now?" y/n laughs. "not if she doesn't ask me out," olivia says, laughing along with y/n. "maybe we should just end it here," y/n sighs. "you wouldn't be the best at keeping relationships for long."
y/n's smile drops slowly. that just slipped out of olivia's mouth. "alright then," y/n whispers, and olivia feels y/n's hand slip out from in between olivia's hand and her thigh. olivia watches her place her hand on the steering wheel, gripping it softly. "i'm sorry, y/n," olivia says, her heart pounding from guilt. "it's fine," y/n says. it wasn't fine.
y/n parks at the front of olivia's house, and olivia unbuckles, looking at y/n. "can we talk about it?" she asks, trying to not sound too pleading. "i... i think we should just talk about it later," y/n says, looking at olivia.
olivia's heart drops, "okay." y/n studies olivia's face. she was so panicked. y/n leans forward, closing her eyes and kissing olivia. she pulls away, looking at her again, "we'll talk later, okay?" olivia presses her lips together, stepping out of y/n's car.
at almost eleven, y/n stares at the message that olivia sent three minutes ago.
'i'm really sorry y/n i didn't mean it'
'i feel so shitty'
'i can't stop thinking about you :('
olivia furrows her eyebrows as she reads y/n's text, twenty-one minutes after she sent hers.
'open the door please'
olivia walks downstairs as quickly and quietly as she can, opening the door. she can't help but smile in relief as she sees y/n. "i'm sorry," olivia says. "can i come in?" y/n asks.
"don't cry, liv," y/n says, wiping olivia's tears as they stand on the middle of olivia's room. olivia couldn't help it. she's never seen y/n so upset, and it was because of her.
y/n sighs, "it's okay. don't be upset." "but i made you upset," olivia whispers, closing her eyes as y/n pulls her in for a hug. "it's okay, olivia. you didn't mean it," y/n says, pressing her lips and nose on olivia's head. "i feel so bad," olivia whispers. "it's okay, it was an accident," y/n says, "please don't feel bad. it's okay." "are you upset at me?" olivia asks, looking at y/n as y/n wipes her tears. "no," y/n whispers, "i was upset at the time, but it's okay. you didn't mean it." "i'm so sensitive," olivia sighs, digging her head into y/n's neck. "no, you just care, olivia," y/n tells her. olivia looks up at y/n after a few seconds, "please stay the night."
y/n wraps her arms around olivia as they get comfortable in her bed. she puts the blanket over the two of them, and olivia adjusts the way she was laying on y/n. y/n rubs olivia's back, "are you okay?" "promise me that you're not upset at me? not even a little?" olivia asks. "promise. not even a little," y/n whispers. "then... i'm okay," olivia says, "thank you." y/n looks at olivia as she looks at her. she presses her lips on y/n's, sighing happily.
olivia pulls away for a bit. "i'm gonna have to prove you wrong now, you know?" y/n says. "with what?" olivia asks. y/n smiles, "you said i wouldn't be the best at keeping relationships for long. i have to prove you wrong now."
the end!