𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟱𝟲 - 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻

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olivia and i drive to her apartment building after i rented a van to put everything in. "this is gonna take a long time," olivia says, unbuckling her seatbelt. i take out multiple cardboard boxes that haven't been folded out yet, and we walk up to her apartment.

we walk into her apartment, seeing iris in the living room, starting to pack up. "there you guys are," she smiles. "hey iris," i say. "hi iris," olivia says too. "hey guys," iris says, "already packed my room, so i'm doing the living room now." "okay, i'll do my room, then i'll come out," olivia says. i follow olivia to her room. 

"yeah, this is gonna take a while," i place my hands on my hip and looking around. olivia laughs, and i place the boxes on her bed, and we both start to unfold them. "i can unfold, just get what you want to take to ours," i say. "huh, ours," olivia smiles, "okay."

i walk around the room, picking up a photograph of us, "how 'bout this?" i smile as olivia gives me an unconvincing look. "yes, obviously that," she laughs, looking back on the other side of her room, picking up something. i place it in one of the boxes.

2 hours later, olivia falls on the bed in defeat. "i'm going crazy," she groans. "well, we're half way there," i say, looking around and seeing most shelves cleared and all of olivia's clothes in boxes. "wish i could just hire people to do this for me." "and let them look through all your personal shit?" "i take that back," she says. i laugh, placing an award in the box.

olivia gets up after five minutes of laying down, and we end up packing everything up in an hour and a half more. "it looks so bare," olivia sighs. "yeah, that's what happens when you pack everything up." "shut up with your attitude," olivia laughs, walking up to me. "okay," i laugh, "i'm gonna see what iris is doing."

i walk out, seeing iris holding olivia's grammys. "hey, can you give liv's grammys to her, please?" she asks. "sure, just say that casually," i laugh, taking them. "yep, two more," she says, handing them to me. "jesus." "you've got a talented girlfriend," iris chuckles. "sure do," i say, turning around and starting to walk. "there's more trophies still here," iris says. "got it, i'll come out after i put this away." 

i look at liv, who was laying on her bed again. "got your three grammys," i say. "okay, special box that goes in," she says, "actually, i need to wrap them in bubble wrap." "do you have bubble wrap here?" "yes," she stands up, "iris ordered it and it came in yesterday. let me get it." oliviia walks out, and i sit on her bed, smiling at her grammys.

we bubble wrap her grammys and other trophies, placing them into a separate box. i get masking tape, sticking it along the box. olivia writes 'TROPHIES' on it with a sharpie, and we place it to the side.

olivia and i stack the boxes on the hand cart, and i tilt it back, wheeling it out of the apartment. olivia hits the elevator button, and we get into the empty elevator. 

olivia passes the boxes to me as i stand in the van, putting it in. we repeat this process, going up and down the elevator multiple times. 

i close the back door of the van, looking at olivia. "i'm gonna sell the bed and desk and bedside tables," liv says, "already put them up for sale." we walk to the passenger side. "you should say it's yours, then you'd get, like, a million more dollars," i open olivia's door. she laughs, placing her hand on my cheek and giving me a quick kiss as a thank you, "i should! sign it and everything." she gets in the car, and i laugh too. "yeah, you should!"

olivia and i get out of the van that was parked on the driveway. "do you wanna start taking everything out now?" i ask after opening the door for her. "yeah, get it out of the way," she says. "we'll leave the boxes in the closet, there's a lot of space in there."

i quickly put on my web shooters, walking back outside. olivia starts to walk into the house with a box in her two hands. i look at the boxes, picking up two. i hold it with both hands, walking inside. i shift the boxes to one hand, leaning it against my body slightly. i shoot a web to the roof, pulling myself up and landing on the second floor, hearing olivia laugh as she walks down the stairs.

i place the boxes on top of the ones olivia stacked in the wardrobe, walking out. i jump over the railing, landing softly on the ground and walking outside.

three rounds back and forth, we were finally finished. i close the back door, locking the van. "all done," olivia smiles at me as we walk in. "we'll unpack tomorrow," i say. "good idea," she responds, and i close the front door. i turn around after closing it, being pushed against the door.

i close my eyes with a smile as olivia's hands go to my waist, kissing me. we both pull away, and olivia smiles, looking at my lips. "thank you for letting me move in with you," she says. "of course. you were going to sooner or later," i say, smiling softly as olivia nods.

i walk into the bedroom, smelling a strong scent of nail polish. "smells like nail polish," i say. "because i'm painting my nails," olivia answers, sitting at the desk. "at least open a window, olive," i walk to one of windows, sliding it open. "yeah, sorry," she says. "all good," i stand on the side of the desk, sliding open the big window in front of it. "my hair," olivia laughs. i look at her, laughing as the wind started to blow her hair in her face. "here," i take the elastic off my wrist, standing behind olivia. 

i tie her hair into a pony tail, leaning forward and looking at her. we both smile, and olivia looks down at her nails. "thanks. are you good at doing nails? can you do my right hand?" she asks. "what if i wasn't good?" i ask. "well you'd probably be better than my left hand doing it, anyways," she laughs. "okay, i'll give it a go."

i sit beside her, and olivia puts her hand flat on the table. i pick up the black nail polish, dipping it in before starting to paint her thumb nail. i hold olivia's hand in front of me, looking at her nails as she shows me. "okay, think i did okay," i say. she straightens her fingers, looking at me. "they're actually really good," olivia laughs. "i'm just good at everything," i lean back, smiling. "don't get too cocky, dimples," she smiles, "but thank you."

my jaw drops as olivia comes out of the bathroom in the red laced bra and underwear. olivia giggles, doing a full turn, "how do you like it?" "how do i like it?! you look incredible! you didn't even give me any heads up!" i gasp. she laughs again, walking to the bed. she places a knee on the bed, and i lean towards her, holding her waist and pulling her on top of me.

"woah, okay," she smiles, placing her hands on my shoulders for support as she straddles my waist as i lay down. "sorry," i smile back. "all good," she rubs my shoulders. "you look... really good," i nod, breathless. "you think?" she asks. "i know," i wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her in as i kiss her.