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IN BELLY'S ROOM, BOTH OLIVIA AND BELLY PACKED THEIR BAGS FOR THE STAY AT COUSINS. cousins held a special place in olivia's heart, she loved the smell of the beach and tanning near the pool it was something she loved doing every summer.
"you know drew's bummed you're missing the beach match up with the boy's team next weekend," taylor spoke as she looked up from her phone, her gaze glancing over at the two girls, "ew, drew the one who plays volleyball, and has a body count higher than mount everest?" olivia turned from the mirror with a look of disgust plastered on her face.
"yeah, babes and he's asking about our dear belly bells," taylor mimics with a sing-song voice with the intent to taunt her, "taylor make sure you tell sophie to square up for the block," belly said as she ignored what taylor said continuing to pack up her clothes for the summer at cousins.
"drew martinez is texting me about you, and you're talking about volleyball, like are you serious right now belly?" taylor rose from her spot with an expression of shock plastered on her face.
"drew doesn't care if I'm there or not, he just wants an excuse to text you or livvy if she ever gave him the time of day," belly said turning her head towards the brunette on her bed.
"ugh as if, I'm pretty sure his body count is higher than the stunts I do in cheer," olivia spoke in a disgusted tone, olivia had a deep resentment towards the boy after he attempted keyword attempted to feel up on olivia the night of the homecoming dance.
"taylor you better take this game against the guys seriously, I mean team pride is on the line taylor," belly's tone deepened as she was now getting slightly serious about the tournament, belly was a very competitive person, and olivia well she was competitive but not as competitive as belly.
"please, you know me better than that I would never let a boy beat me at anything," taylor says sitting up in the cris- cross apple sauce-like position.
"i thought you came here to help us pack," olivia asked as her head now turned to look at taylor, with an expression full of confusion plastered on her pretty face.
