Dear Best Friend// Olivia Rodrigo x Emily

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They got in the car to go to the hospital, Olivia wanting to check on her dad, since her aunt and her were on bad terms and she wouldn't keep her updated. As they arrived, Olivia and Emily walked to Olivia father's room. They entered and he was still sound asleep. Yet he wasn't alone.

-Hello?, frowned Olivia.

-Hi., smiled a woman.

-Who...Who are you?, wondered the brunette.

-I'm a...friend of Martin. Darla. Who are you?, asked the woman.

-I'm Olivia. Martin's daughter., replied Olivia.

Emily did not like how long it took for the woman to say the word "friend". The woman went pale when she heard the word "daughter" though. Emily put the pieces together, but didn't say anything.

-Oh, uhm, alright. Who are you?, asked the woman looking at Emily who was observing her.

-I'm Emily. Olivia's girlfriend., said the younger brunette.

-Girlfriend?, asked Darla raising her eyebrows.

-Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?, wondered Emily.

-No, no. I don't. I'm actually bisexual. It's just that, Martin never told me about his daughter having a girlfriend., chuckled Darla.

The girls didn't know what to answer, so Emily simply walked to a chair and Olivia sat on her lap.

-Why are you here?, wondered Olivia looking at the woman.

-I was worried about your father. He didn't show up at work the few last days. So, when I went to your house, it was empty, but there was police tape in some parts of your house, so I simply drove here and asked for your father., shrugged the woman.

-You know where we live?, frowned the older brunette.

-Uh, yeah. I uhm, asked our boss., replied Darla.

Emily frowned, not buying it.

-Oh okay., said Olivia looking at her girlfriend and leaning back against her, snuggling, Emily wrapping her arms around her.

-Does your father know about you two?, wondered the woman.

-Well, it's not really your business but no, not yet. We started dating a couple days ago., explained Olivia.

-Oh. I see. Well, I'm gonna get myself a bottle of water. Do you girls want anything?, asked the woman getting up and grabbing her wallet.

-No, I'm good thank you., replied Olivia.

-Same., added Emily.

As the woman left, Emily kissed Olivia's cheek.

-She's sus., said the younger girl.

-What do you mean?, asked Olivia frowning.

-I mean that I think she likes your dad. Or that they have a thing. Either way, she's into him., explained Emily.

-You think?, frowned Olivia slightly tilting her head.

-99% sure, yeah. I mean, she knows that you exist, she knows where you guys live, she's here in the first place, she was clearly crying before we showed and she was holding his hand., shrugged Emily.

-Oh. Yeah. Makes sense. So you think that my dad cheated on my mom?, wondered the older girl.

-No, no. That's why I said that she must like him, but probably nothing happened between them. Your father is a good guy. He wouldn't cheat, even after everything your mother put him through., said the younger brunette.

-Yeah, you're right., nodded Olivia looking at her dad, laying on the hospital bed with his gown.

Darla came back in with a bottle of water and sat down again, not saying a word. Emily observed her, while her girlfriend was staring at her dad. Suddenly, his hand moved, making Olivia gasp.

-What?, frowned Emily looking at her girlfriend.

-He-He moved! My dad moved! He moved his hand!, smiled Olivia looking at him.

Emily looked at him but didn't see anything, looking up at Darla who was looking at Olivia.

-Are you sure?, asked the woman.

-Yes, he definitely moved., nodded the older brunette.

-Okay, I'm gonna call a nurse or doctor. Stay here., said Darla getting up and leaving again.

Emily was happy to see her girlfriend this excited. The older girl got up and stood next to her father.

-Dad? Can you hear me?, asked Olivia, not getting a response.

-Liv, give him some time. It could have just been his muscle memory., replied Emily.

But, he moved his fingers. He made a fist. He loosened it. He moved his hand up to his face and scratched his cheek, opening his eyes. His eyes met Olivia's. The brunette was smiling like an idiot, tears in her eyes. Emily immediately got up and walked up to them.

-Dad?, smiled the older girl.

-Ol-Oliv?, said the father with a raspy voice.

-Yes, it's me., nodded the girl.

-Y-Your mother. You are in danger., tried the father.

-Dad, no. Mom is gone. The cops caught her. We're safe., explained Olivia holding his hand.

-Oh. Good. I th-think I heard your aunt's voice. An argument. Did-Did something happen?, frowned Martin.

-We'll talk later. Darla went to get the nurse. We'll talk later, I promise., replied Olivia not really wanting to overwhelm her father.

Like, what would she say? "Hey, dad, I'm pansexual and in love with my best friend? And we're dating? So aunt Beck kinda hates me and thinks I'm going to hell?" Why not just send him back into a coma! A nurse walked back in with Darla. Martin's "friend" gasped when she saw his eyes open and walked up to him.

-Hey., smiled the woman.

-Hi Darla. What are you doing here?, asked the father.

-Oh, I just wanted to check on you. You never showed up to our job's party event thingy, so I got worried., replied Darla.

-I thought that he didn't show up at work and that's why you got worried., said Emily out of the blue.

-Yes, yes. Both. First he didn't come to the party and then he didn't show up at work. The day of the party, he was there in the afternoon, but then he left to go home and well, yeah., explained Darla.

-Mr. Rodrigo. Hi, I'm nurse Kelly. I'm gonna have to examine you. Is it okay if I ask your family to leave for about 5 minutes?, wondered the nurse coming forward.

-Yes, yes. We'll leave. Can I just give him a quick hug?, asked Olivia looking at the nurse.

-Of course., smiled the woman.

Olivia bent down slightly and hugged his dad, who rubbed Olivia's back, whispering something.

-I love you, Livy., smiled the dad.

-I love you too, dad., replied Olivia, having to pull away.

The three of them left the room, leaving the nurse and the father alone, giving them some space.

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