Partners In Our Own Crime| BEING EDITED

13.Without You

Three weeks later:
She stepped inside of his house, bracing herself for the conversation she'd been dreading for months. Closing her eyes, she let out a breath. Then there he was, standing before her, with a warm smile.

"Hey."

"Hey."

She didn't know how she would let the words fall off her tongue. But when she looked up at him—

Liv paused, her fingers pulling away from her computer, as two familiar voices echoed through her halls. Letting out an agitated sigh, she got up from her desk, exiting her small office.

"Liv!" Sasha shouted and Olivia could hear Nick's voice trail behind it.

"Now, what have I told you two about just walking into my apartment? I'm starting to regret giving you those keys"

Sasha gave Olivia a look, her eyes giving her a short glare, "girl we've been doing this forever. Get over it."

"The problem is; you just barge up in here whenever you please...I gave you the key for emergencies, obviously you missed the point."

Olivia stated, an sarcastic tone as she rolled her eyes.

Nick snorted, "guess what...?, I don't give a damn."

Olivia nodded, the look on her face more sarcastic than her voice, "oh trust me, I'm aware."

"Anways, what brings you two by? Cause usually Nick is somewhere getting drunk and you Sash would be at home re-watching of the notebook for the 100th time, so I know very well y'all ain't over here to see me, especially since it's the weekend."

Sasha gave an embarrassed look as her eyes traveled to the ground and Nick just rolled his eyes and got right on the topic at hand.

"You need to call him," Nick blurted.

"And I have not watched the notebook that many times," Sahsa threw in her two cents. Olivia raised an eyebrow, tilting her head.

"May I ask who?" Nick smacked his lips, giving her a glare.

"Olivia, quit playing with me, you know very well who we're talking about. He's not gonna keep blowing up our phones at all hours of the night. Especially not mines, so I suggest that you call that nigga!"

Olivia couldn't help but laugh, "who gave him your number?"

Nick turned to Sasha, now giving her the glare he had placed on his face, and she looked away again, an innocent smile on hers.

"Take a lucky guess," he crossed his arms.

"Mind you, I don't even KNOW the nigga," Olivia chuckled, she honestly could never take Nick serious.

"I'll try to let him know that he shouldn't be calling your phone, but other than that, we have nothing to talk about."

Nick let out a deep groan, giving another eye roll as he slapped his arms down at his side in frustration.

"Not this shit again!"

"Olivia, I swear—you know what," he turned to Sahsa with a more sweet but also fake smile.

"Sasha, you talk to her. I'm done trying to talk some sense into that hard head of hers."

"I need a drink!" He stormed off into her kitchen and Sasha watched in amusement.

"It'll always be funny watching him get frustrated," her and Olivia shared a laugh as they watched Nick pour himself a glass, sighing dramatically when he took a sip.