Texting Olivia Large ((On Pause))

10

I narrow my eyes as Adams sports car pulls up in front of our driveway, a white streak of afternoon sunlight trails across it.

"Who's that?" My mom asks, peering over my shoulder. Curiosity and a bit of irritation that matches mine etch into her expression.

"Adam."

Her curiosity is immediately replaced by unbelievable surprise. She almost drops the phone in her hand. "Adam Adam?"

"Yeah..."

"What. I haven't seen that boy in years! I thought you said he isn't around anymore."

"He isn't," I mumble, if she hears it, she probably ignored him because next thing, she jogging down the steps, frantically waving.

"Hey, Mrs. Lorraine. It's been a while." Adam says, he runs his hand through his hair twice and flashes my mom a toothy grin.

Before I can say anything, my mom jogs down the stairs and pulls Adam into a tight hug- much to my horror.

She pulls his head down ruffles his messy hair. Adam is still for a while, processing, but he eventually hugs her back.

Mom why?

"Adam! It has been a while! When did you get back?" My mom smiles, letting go of him.

"When did I get back...?" His brows furrow slightly and his eyes wander to mine. He quirks a brow.

I shrug.

"Uhh..." The grin remains on his face but his eyes are slightly dull. "I never left."

My mom furrowed a brow. Her gaze bouncing between Adam's sorry expression and my irritated one. Finally, she settled on me and gave me a 'we-will-discuss-this-later' look.

She gleamed at Adam again. "It's so nice to see you! You got so handsome too. Olivia, don't you think he got handsome?"

"Please, don't make me answer that question."

"I did get really handsome, didn't I?" Adam pitched in.

I groaned, my face turning hot. "Can we go now? Please?"

"Where are you two running off to?" My mom asked.

I know I can't tell my mom about the deal with Adam because she'll probably get mad. Or annoyed. Either way, I don't wanna see how that ends up.

"Adams taking me to the movies."

"Oh~ How romantic~"

"Mom, No."

"Am I wrong?"

"Mom." I groan, dragging my hands across my face.

She raises both hands in defense, a smirk pulling at her lips. "Just saying..."

Adam chuckles, looking between me and my mom. He opens the front seat of his car. "Ladies first."

I roll my eyes and saunter into the car. Suck up.

"Bye, sweetie. Make sure to come back early so you can look after Aiden." My mom says

I quirk a brow. "Where are you going?"

She shrugs. "Errand."

I close the door and turned down the windows. "Okay, I'll be sure to come back as soon as possible."

My mom smiles at me and waves goodbye as Adam starts off the engine and we drive away.

The drive is silent for a while, my cheeks turning bright red with every second. My mom's knowing look replays in my mind. I take a chance to glance at Adam's stupid face.

He's smiling...

"What?" I ask, aggravated.

"What?"

"Why're you smiling?"

His grin widens. "I forgot how your mom was like." He lets out a content smile. "It was nice to see her again, she acted like she was my mom. It's a nice feeling. I missed it."

I'm harshly reminded that Adam doesn't have any parents, he hasn't had any since I knew him, and that's about 12 years. His only guardian is, Mr. Bruce, a rich, pot-bellied weight man with thinning hair and a sour personality

Often, when Mr. Bruce go too irritated and busy or Adam just felt over dramatically gloomy, he stayed with us, for as long as he liked. Making jokes on the dinner table and building forts for sleepovers.

I wonder what he does on a bad day now.

Who am I kidding? He's popular now. He probably goes to parties and finds hot skinny girls to keep him company.

What did you think? That you were important to him?

"So, remind me again why I'm being forced to accompany you to this movie," I say, changing the subject.

"I'm not forcing you."

"Yes, you are. Don't you have any other friends you want to see this movie with? I'm sure they'll just love to spend their time with you, even if they don't like the movie."

His next words surprise me. "Sure, but I want to go with you."

"Why?"

"You're my best friend."

"Was you're best friend." I correct.

He can't just go stuff like that and expect things to be A-Okay.

He forces a smile, his eyes still steady on the road. "I probably deserve that."

"You do."

"But that doesn't mean things can't change. Maybe we can be acquaintances first. Then gradually, you know?"

"Are you sure you wanna be acquainted with me?"

The car comes to a slow stop. He turns to me, looking at me straight in the eyes for the first time in years. "Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"I'm difficult because I have feelings?" I ask, anger crackles in my chest. My brows furrow and my ears heat slightly.

"No, ugh." He groans, his head slamming against the dashboard. I wince. That's definitely going to bruise.

"I'm trying to make every better, and your making that so hard to do!"

"You can't make everything better by forcing me on a movie date. You have three years' worth of crap to make up for, Lynch. Three years."

"Crap?"

"You know how much crap I took from kids because of you, Adam?" Damn, don't cry. "Because of what you said?"

He grips the side of his seat in frustration. "I took crap too. So what? I thought the great Olivia didn't care about other people's opinions!"

The words go through me, leaving trails of ice in my veins. My eyes turn glossy, tears threatening to fall any second.

You asshole.

"I didn't care about other people's opinion." My voice cracks. I mumble the next words. "But I cared about your opinion, Jerk."

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It's been quite a while 😅

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