Partners In Our Own Crime| BEING EDITED

8.Our Spot

"We're doing this again? Really?"

"You'll never choose me, and I know that now," he looked away, and she held her gaze.

"But..."

Her voice was tight, "thanks for helping me realize that I'll never be enough for you.."

Olivia's eyes fluttered open, the morning sun hitting her face. She groaned when she heard the light hums coming from the restroom. She snorted, knowing it was her best friend, who always decided to sing at the top of her lungs, in the earliest of mornings.

"Sash, it's 10:00 am. Can you chill with your mini concert in here??"

Olivia's voice was raspy as she rubbed her eyes, and Sasha turned to her, pursing her lips, a silly grin on her face as her wet hair dripped to the floor and her small curls were now visible.

"Girl, let's not act like I didn't have to witness all your shower concert's, almost every morning back when I used to stay with you."

Olivia rolled her eyes playfully, walking further into the bathroom.

"Fair." Grabbing her toothbrush, she let out a deep sigh, her eyes still heavy from drowsiness. It'd been two days since the family dinner and her and Spencer hadn't spoken since. They were still on good terms, of course. But he hadn't called since the other night. Probably busy with football. In their few conversation's, she'd never really asked how football was going for him. She assumed it had to be going pretty well, since she'd heard about his game—that he'd won—about a month ago.

She jumped in the shower letting the hot water hit her face, and the steam keep her body warm. She had no idea what she would be doing to keep herself busy for the next week in town. Spend time with her family was the most important thing. But she wanted to do something more. Something she'd hadn't done in a long time. She wanted to savor her last few days in LA, it was her home town after all. She just wasn't sure what.

"I'm going out, Liv!" She heard Sasha's voice and the lock of the hotel door behind it.

Welp there goes my ride. She'd noticed that Sasha had been going out more without her since the funeral, causing Olivia to have to take Ubers. She wasn't upset about it, though, it felt good to be able to explore her home city by herself. Being alone wasn't that bad. At least then she could do whatever she liked, and not have to worry about the other person's opinion.

When she had first moved to Vegas she knew no one, at all. It took her months to connect with someone at her job. But after leaving her first job, she'd found herself alone again, until she'd met Sasha at her local grocery store, the cashier mixing their items on accident. And Nick at her internship, only to have Sasha apply a month later.

Olivia huffed, grabbing onto a towel as she stepped out of the shower. Looking down at her phone she saw a new message from Spencer.

SJ: hey, you busy today?

She smiled softly before replying,

Me: no, why?

SJ: I was thinking maybe we could go to that old park we used to visit every Friday, you know, to catch up?

She raised an eyebrow. She still wasn't aware of how his wife felt about all this.

Me: and what does your wife have to say about that?

SJ: she's cool with it, Liv.

She let out a breath. Still unsure, she replied with,

Me: I don't want any problems, Spencer.