𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

the project - four

a/n - please vote!

"three, two, one," i say, taking a picture of olivia and her cast as they stand in a line. i take photos of everyone with olivia, and then we decide to go home.

olivia and i start to walk to my car. she tells me, turning to me, "i'm glad you came, y/n. wait, did you come for me? or hanna? or gracie?" 

i chuckle, opening the passenger door, "i came for you." "awh, really?" olivia asks. "yeah," i smile, "why? do you not think i did?" "i don't know," olivia shrugs, "maybe you came for someone else." "only came here for you," i say, "no one else." i see olivia started to blush, and i smile, watching her get into the car with a 'thank you'.

i start to drive back to olivia's. "do you get nervous up there?" i ask. "oh, so nervous," she chuckles, "of course i do." "you don't seem nervous," i smile. "really?" olivia asks, looking at me. "yeah," i chuckle. "best compliment," olivia sighs, smiling. "what if i said that you smell really nice? or you have nice eyes? or lips? or face?" i ask, teasing her. olivia laughs, "well, any compliment from you is the best one."

olivia likes me. she wanted me to kiss her back. she wanted me to be the one she spent the rest of her life with. how did i just throw that away? just because i'm scared?

olivia's pov
god, why am i subtly flirting with y/n? she doesn't like me back. she doesn't see a future with me. just shut up, olivia. i hold onto the flowers a little tighter.

y/n chuckles, "i'm just the best." i let out a laugh again, "sure, y/n garcia."

y/n parks in my driveway, and i look at her as she talks. "isn't it weird how we park in a driveway?" she asks. i smile, "it is, actually."

i unbuckle my seatbelt, looking at y/n again. my heart races as she leans in to me. my instincts make me move away before i realize she was going to kiss my cheek.

y/n moves back, and we look at each other. "um, sorry," y/n says. "no, i- sorry. i'm sorry," i apologize, opening the car door. "sorry," y/n apologizes again. i step out, looking at her, "it's okay. i'll see you later." y/n gives me a smile, "you were great tonight." "thank you for the flowers," i give her a smile, closing the door.

y/n's pov
i sit at my desk in my bedroom, looking at the pictures i took of olivia and her cast on my camera on my laptop. she looked perfect in every single one.

did she not like me anymore? is that why she moved away? maybe i was too late.

i look at the picture of olivia and i conan took. wide smiles on our faces, the roses having a bright, deep, red to them. we looked like a couple.

i send the photos to my phone, sending them to olivia. after i send the photos, i text her.

'here are the photos from tonight'

olivia responds a few minutes later.

'thank you so much :))'

i sigh, liking the message and turning my phone off. i watch the project after touching it up. it went on for exactly five minutes... but i'm not sure if i liked it.

maybe i can add a little twist. i start a new project, setting up my camera to film myself.

"um, so for the english project, i got the opportunity to take olivia to my five favorite places that had a lot of meaning to me while olivia played her favorite taylor swift songs that had a lot of meaning to her," i speak into the camera, having no idea where i'm going with this, "i really had the best time at these places, and i got the chance to get to know olivia more with every second i spent with her. i don't think that i would've wanted any other partner for this..."