Waves

You Come In Waves

Author's Note: Hey y'all, here's a little something I came up with while randomly thinking about Jimone's hot tub moment that was stolen from us. Enjoy!

Song Rec:

Chitter chatter flows from inside the venue. A mixture of Olivia's childhood and work friends. Along with Spencer's family, both blood and football, and family friends.

Simone's standing out near the entrance, taking a breather from the celebration inside.

She's feeling the warmth flow through her body from the three glasses of champagne she's drank. It combats the chill from the wind outside.

She hears heels clicking and coming towards her direction. She can tell by the speed of the clicks that whoever is coming, is on a mission.

She hears lips smack before the culprit speaks.

"Ugh, Simone, there you are. You were supposed to be in the bathroom ma'am." Olivia says.

"I went to the bathroom, and then my feet led me to the outside."

"Well, we're kind of outside, inside, so come back in girl. I'm about to give my little speech and I need you. As my maid of honor, you have to stand beside me. Jordan is already up there with Spencer." Liv prattles off, grabbing Simone's hand.

"Do I have to?" Simone asks childishly.

"If you love me, you will. And I know you love me so, bring your ass." Liv says, smirking as she leads them back into the party.

Simone drags, she really wanted some space because she's had enough of seeing him tonight. The wedding protocols have been ongoing for a week now.

It's been taxing, having to put on a smile, fake the funk, with the history between them brewing under the surface, wanting to be discussed.

She's been careful about not being caught alone with him. Keeping her commentarty, whenever they do have to speak, short and to the point.

She can tell he hasn't liked it at all. She sees a fire flicker in his eyes eveytime he starts trying to talk to her about anything not wedding related and she diverts or walks away.

And she knows, like a boiling pot of water, when left unattended, it's going to spill over at some point.

Her heart is a traitor though and as her mind recalls these moments, it's racing, steadfast like a race horse. Because as always, her heart beats for him, despite all the pain and drama that's unfolded between them.

Part of her still wonders why Olivia didn't pick Layla for this role.

But, when she asked her that question, Olivia gave her a look that left no further room for discussion. She probably would've been a pile of ash on the floor if Olivia had lasers in her eyes.

She told her that though her and Layla have history. They'd outgrown best friend status way before Simone was even introduced into the picture. So, they're cool and all but, not enough for her to make her maid of honor.

She was assigned the role of a standard bridesmaid, and though Simone could've said something catty, she refrained.

Now, they're at the engagement party slash rehearsal dinner, as Liv likes to call it, for her and Spencer's wedding. She couldn't be happier for them, despite the soap opera that is her life and what being here reminds her of.