Texting Olivia Large ((On Pause))

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Aiden's hands shook me awake from a dreamless slumber. I didn't sleep much last night after that stupid text I had trouble even closing my eyes, I just kept thinking about those words that have never been directed to me before.

"Liv!" Aidens small voice screeched, both hands shaking me and jiggling my stomach.

I slapped his hands off me and turned on my side, pulling them over me. Today was a Saturday. It meant I got to sleep in and spend my day how I liked.

I didn't need him ruining that.

"Liv!" The thudding against my carpet floor gives me a reason to believe he's stomping his feet now. It could be because he's frustrated or because he always seems to be on the move. I can't tell.

But then again, I don't care enough to ponder on it.

"Olivia!" His voice goes an octave higher. That usually means he's about to cry out in annoyance. Before the tears can begin falling down his cheeks and mom gives me an earful for making him cry, I sit up and rub my eyes, willing the sleep to go away.

"What do you want, Aiden?" I ask, the irritation of being woken up seeping into my groggy voice.

"Mom says you have to walk me to my karate class."

For the first time, I look at him. He's wearing his signature white attire with a white belt holding up his oversized karate pants. He's really small for a 10-year-old.

"Why?" I ask, stretching my arms out until I hear a satisfying 'pop'.

"She's really busy now!" He's picking on the thread of my blanket, yanking on it, and ruining the material. "So you have to take me."

I groan, suddenly really missing my car. The seats were worn and the engine always sounded funny and needed to be repaired but it would make this task a whole lot faster.

"There's a boy teaching there that's about your age! The girls say he's cute. Blah" He gives me a cheeky smile as if hearing 'cute boy' will cause me to leap out of my bed and sprint to his karate class.

I snort. "Was that supposed to entice me? Now I really don't want to go."

He stomped his feet on the ground again. He was more immature than most 10-year-olds. But he wasn't like most 10-year-olds.

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll get dressed, just go take your pills or something. Your jumping all over the place." I say, eyeing him as he bounces from one foot to another, ADHD taking over and making him restless.

He groans and leaves the room, making sure to leave the door wide open upon exit.

Freshening up takes longer than usual because I used a good portion of my time re-reading the texts from last night. Not because I forgot them, I just wasn't sure if they were real or not. And I'm not sure how I would feel if I woke up and found out it was a dream. It wouldn't be as heavy on my mind if it were a dream.

But I can't deny the disappointment at the possibility it didn't happen.

I check my messages and, sure enough, it's there. At the very top.

Hot stuff

I think your beautiful

I like you, Olivia Lorraine

So screw everything else(;

I haven't replied yet. I've never been in this situation before. I think about taking a screenshot and sending it to Amanda because she's probably used to this. But the odds that this is some sort of sick prank make me hesitate.