Olivia's POV:
I wake up, wrapped like a burrito in my bed covers. I yawn and look around, rubbing my aching eyes. I'm hungover again.
I sit up. Milo is laying at the end of the bed, sleeping peacefully. I smile, and throw the covers off myself and get out of bed. I look down at my body and see that I'm still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I change into some sweats and a cardigan and throw my hair up before walking into the kitchen.
I open the fridge, rubbing my face as I groan. My fridge is empty. Shocker. I roll my eyes and look around for my phone. As I walk back into my room, I notice a jacket that doesn't look like mine. The only guy who's been here is Luke. Why did he leave his jacket here?
I pick it up with two fingers and put it on my bed and grab my bag, pulling my phone out and calling Frankie.
He picks up after a few rings.
''Frankie here,''
''Why are you acting so formal, dude? Can I come over? I have no food and I'm severely hungover.''
''Yes. Mom, made lasagne last night, we have leftovers.''
''I am drooling. I will be en route right now.''
''Kk cool, see you soon.''
I smile and hang up. I grab Luke's jacket and my bag, along with my keys and phone and practically run out the door.
I throw the jacket in the passenger seat as I hop into my seat and start the engine, speeding out of the car park as I listen to the radio full blast.
''Positions for a new writing company. I think this thing is gonna be huge. I mean, I've never seen anything like it in my life.'' , the radio speaks.
I raise my eyebrows and keep my attention on the man's voice.
''It's gonna change some people's whole lives. And if writing is YOUR passion, i'd say go for the interview.'' The man continues speaking.
''Yes I will,'' I turn off the writing and smile as I turn into Frankie's driveway and stop the car behind his mom's car.
I grab the jacket and get out of the car and walk up to the front door. Just as I'm about to knock I hear Frankie yell, ''IT'S OPEN!''.
I jump a little and open the door, walking in and walking into the kitchen, ''Where's Luke? I need to give him this, I think it's his.''
He looks shocked, his jaw dropped, ''So you guys really had fun last nigh-''
''No! Oh my god, no. We didn't have sex, Frankie! He dropped me home and must've left it at my apartment on accident.''
His face drops, almost looking disappointed, ''Dang.. Yeah, he's upstairs in his room.''
I squint my eyes and walk out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. I knock on the door.
''Come in'', he speaks.
I walk in, pushing the door open fully and I look at him. He had the funniest, cutest glasses I had ever seen on while he was on his laptop. He was sitting on his bed.
''Why'd you leave this in my apartment?'' I hold it up before throwing it at his face.
He grunts and looks up at me, ''Funny story. I put it over you in the car cause you were shivering. Must've dropped it while carrying you.''
''I'm sorry, carrying me?''
''Yup. You asked me to,'' He nods and shuts his laptop.
''Huh..'' I nod and puff out my cheeks, going silent and awkward.
