Context: Olivier Bishop has been your best friend since you were 11. You practically live at the Bishops penthouse because you're always there sleeping over with Olly. When Olly ignores you to play video games you start to pack up and leave but someone changes your mind.
Y/N: Sandy blonde hair, light greyish green eyes and a warm ivory skin tone. Francesca Abbey Knight. 19 years old. She lives by herself in a small apartment so she usually stays at the Bishops.
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"Oliver what time is it?" I tried to get his attention. "Quarter to nine." He didn't look over at me. "Olly. Can I play?" I asked. "No sorry it's singleplayer." He still didn't acknowledge me. "OLIVER EDWARD BISHOP THAT'S IT." I stood up and exited his room. His parents weren't home, it was only me, Oliver and his little sister Kate.
"Hey are you alright?" Kate scared me by coming into the room. "Yeah I was just thinking about going home instead of staying over." I sighed. "Has Olly been ignoring you too?" She frowned. I just nodded my head. "He's a little shit. Come with me." Kate took my wrist and guided me to her bedroom. "Kate you're rooms really pretty!" I admired it. "Yeah? Well it's been the same since I was like nine!" She chuckled. "Cute!" I smiled. "I'll be back in a min!" Kate left her room. I walked around her beautiful big bedroom and came across a diary. I had to read it! I opened it and the first page said facts about me. There was a section named crush and it surprised me alot.
"I'm b..ahahah..ack!" She flipped out when she saw me reading her diary. "Don't be mad, I think you're the cutest human on this planet too!" I quoted her writing. "Aw I mean thanks!.." Kate leant on the doorframe. "What'd you say I stayed?" I waited for her answer before I threw my bag on the floor.
We layed on her bed watching a film. Her head resting in my lap. "I love you Frankie!" Kate snuggled in cosily. "I love you too Kate. It turns out you weren't a fiesty biscuit in the end!" I giggled. "Yes I am." She smirked. "Maybe a soft shortbread." I winked.
