One of the Guys. [ON HOLD]

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Songs of the Chapter: "Style" - Taylor Swift  & "Love Me Harder" - Ariana Grande

Usually I'm more of an Alternative/Indie type of person, but I like a bit of pop too :P  I like both of them as artists and I feel they both kind of fit with the chapter.  Not to mention I was listening to both obsessively while writing it.  Does that ever happen to you guys?  You know, where listen to one song or a few all the time and kind of abandone the rest of your music?

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Olivia.

            The next morning Olivia was roused from her peaceful sleep by a loud banging noise.  She groaned and rolled over onto her side, nearly tipping over the edge of her mattress.  Thankfully, she caught herself before she did though.

            The obnoxious banging noise didn’t cease like she hoped it would.  So with great struggle she pushed herself up, rubbed her head that now felt like it was pounding and stood.  As she passed Reid’s bed she looked at his sleeping form.

            He was shirtless and pantsless, his clothes strewn all across the floor beside his bed.  When they had returned from the party earlier this morning he had stumbled across the room until he fell face first into the floor and then crawled to his bed.  He then let out a loud “Woo!” with a thrust of his fists in the air and stripped down to his boxers before flopping down on his mattress.

            Olivia was greatly amused by his drunkness, but she really hoped that when she was drunk and behaved like a buffoon that she didn’t look the way Reid had to her.  She even had to help him get under the covers because as soon as he flopped onto his bed he knocked out.

            As she looked at him now she saw that he was still in the same position as last night.  Both hands hanging over the edge of his mattress, one leg poking out from beneath his cover, the sheets covering just his legs (or one leg really) and his face smooshed into the pillow with his mouth hanging open.  It amazed Olivia how attractive he still looked even doing something as unattractive and snoring and drooling.

            She scrunched up her nose in disgust and moved onto the door where the incessant banging was still happening.  She stood on her toes and looked out the peephole to see none other than Morgana outside her door.

            It was like Morgana knew that someone was standing on the other side of the door because she stopped knocking and leaned forward so one of her brown eyes was practically pressed against the peephole.

            Olivia groaned as she stood back flat on her feet and pulled the door open.  It was way too early for this…

            Morgana was grinning from ear to ear in excitement with a small cardboard tray holding three large coffee cups.  She was dressed simply in black faux leather leggings, an oversized white t-shirt tied in a knot at the waist and a leather jacket with the same booties she had wore the night before.  Her face was makeup free and her hair was still in it’s tousled waves as well, and Olivia felt a pang of jealousy at how gorgeous and effortless Morgana looked yet again.

            “Morning Oli!”  She said sounding chipper.

            Olivia gave her a blank stare, sleep ready to take over her again even as she stood.  I reiterate—way too early for this…  She thought bitterly.