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13. ❝ livvy ❞ ✰

LIV WAS PEACEFULLY sleeping in her bed before she felt a cold liquid splash across her face and clothes, jolting her awake instantly. "WHAT THE FUCK?" she screamed, wiping the water out of her eyes. "GOOD MORNING, LIV," a voice shouted. she looked up and jacob was peering over her bed with a bright smile.

"you're lucky i don't have enough energy to murder you," she sneered, sitting up. "i thought you were flying in tonight?" she shook her head, confused. "found last minute tickets. i just got here," he shrugged. "who let you in?" she asked. "miguel. he also told me to pour the water on you," he responded.

she stared up at him with a look of disappointment on her face and then threw her head back and groaned. "i'm going to kill him. now, i have to shower and change my sheets because my whole bed is wet. thanks," she smiled and nodded. "anytime," he lightly patted her shoulder.

they began walking downstairs together, entering the kitchen. everyone was there, liv was the last to wake up, maybe because of the fact she went to sleep at four in the morning. maddy was standing at the stove, cooking something with becca sitting on the counter next to her. miguel, tristan and mason were sitting at the island, laughing at something on miguel's phone. brady was raiding the fridge.

"morning!" liv beamed at all of her friends. they all turned to her, greeting her immediately. "why are you all wet?" tristan furrowed his eyebrows, referring to her drenched hoodie. "i don't know! ask miguel!" she sarcastically smiled, walking up to miguel and flicking him in the forehead.

"ow!" he leaned back, avoiding her hand so she wouldn't do it again. "you're an actual asshole. if you pull that shit again, i'm bleaching your clothes," she sat down next to him, resting her head on her hands. "jacob was the one who did it!" he defended himself. "you told him to do it!" liv threw her arms up, raising her voice.

"food's done," maddy turned around, smiling. the boys all looked at each other before rushing out of their seats and practically attacking maddy and becca to get the eggs that just came off of the stove. a few "i want all of them!" and "you're so greedy!" were heard as liv, becca and maddy made fun of them fighting over the food.

they all came back with plates full, sloppily eating the eggs. liv cringed at the sight, turning to the two girls behind her to find they were doing the same. mason sat down next to her, smiling. liv looked up at his hair and burst out laughing. "what?!" he questioned with a mouth full of food.

"you have eggs in your hair, dummy," she gave him a tight-lipped smile. he closed his eyes for a second in embarrassment, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks once he opened them and she was smiling. "here... let me just—" she reached up to pick the food out of his curls. she looked down to meet his eyes and felt her ears get hot when they made direct eye contact.

she didn't break eye contact as she fixed the curl she messed up, pulling her hand away. she ignored how fast her heart was beating and how sweaty her hands got. "your hair is really soft," she smiled. "yeah, i know," he smirked. she giggled, throwing her hair behind her shoulder. suddenly, miguel coughed, making both of the teens turn towards their friends.

"can you guys... not... flirt... when we're standing right here?" he chose his words carefully, knowing liv would probably attack him again if he said one wrong thing. she rolled her eyes, flipping him off as mason just continued blushing, trying to distract himself.

"i have to go shower. mikey, go upstairs and take my blankets and sheets off my bed and put them in the washer," liv instructed, tying her hair up with the hair tie that was just on her wrist seconds ago. "why do i have to do it?" he asked, holding his hand up to his chest. "because you're annoying and it was your idea. go!" she pointed towards the stairs.