Change My Mind | Gracie X Olivia

conan called (18)

Olivia's pov:

I was rudely awoke by a violent ringing through my phone speakers that lay next to my head. I quickly realised that gracie was peacefully sleeping beside me, and I really hoped this didn't wake her too. I quickly picked up the phone to see who was calling so painfully early in the morning.

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Incoming call from contio✨️
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Great.

I grabbed my phone and left the room to avoid waking gracie and picked up the call as always. It seemed I was once again braced for impact, knowing this could only go one way, and that was badly.

"Hey, liv!" He said in a slightly aware tone, though he still sounded jolly as ever for someone who was about to fight with his best friend.

"Hi cone, it's so early. Why are you calling? " I hesatantly asked him in a kinda judgemental tone he noticed I was off and just tried to brush it off. I still rolled my eyes as he continued to speak.

"Liv, it's 12 pm.." he said as I interrupted
"WHAT?! Omg it is ,shit.. anyway, why did you call anyway?" I asked.
"So I wanted to tell you that may have met someone at the bar past night!" He said exitedly, though he was anxiously pacing back and forth throughout his bedroom.

"Oh, that's... great, what's their name?" I asked as my eyes flicked from tears starting to pool because he could tell what he did and still chose to do it.
" ... oh, um, so don't hate me, but it might have been your ex. Like Cameron.." he said braced for the impact of his own actions. My hands curled into small balls as I felt my eyes slow glaze over with tears.

"Cameron fucking macy?! the guy you told me wasnt good for me, the guy you nagged me to break up with for weeks!? thats who your fucking dating. " I yelled, but it quickly faded as I realised gracie was still relaxed on the couch in a world of her dreams.

"liv, it's not what it sounds like," he said, speaking over me, just trying to get in his word.

"Oh yeah, it's not what it sounds like. Let me think what city sounds like, oh, it sounds like you made out with my ex at a bar last night! It sounds like this curly haired boy im on call with m-made me get my heart b-broken-" I yelled my voice breaking as I took a deep breath to pause my voice now softer as I spoke "it sounds like the kid I'm on this call with my heart broken just so he could swoop in and date my dipshit of an ex!" I continued. This felt like a stable in the back and in the heart at the same time did I deserve this, I did nothing literally nothing.

"Well, Olivia, I'm sorry if I want to have my first relationship. And be happy for once!" He screamed obviously hurt by my words, but his cut deeper like a blade against my skin.

"We were happy! We were happy after I cut him out of my life! We were happy, together until that phyco put glass in my confetti on tour! He's the fucking issue!" I screamed again as my hands began to shake with all the yelling. How could he turn on me so fast.

"No, you were happy! I was lonely and looking for love! You and him only ever made it worse! I was lonely when you were on tour having the time of your life!" He replied, now violently sobbing on his bedroom floor, and I'll admit it hurt to see him like this. I'm not a phycopath. I have empathy, but after what a man who I considered my best friend had done, I'd say i had the right to ignore his cries.

"Then talk to me cone, tell me what's wrong instead of fucking my ex out of the blue!" I yelled as I wiped my eyes in an attempt to not cry.
"Don't tell me that cause you were never, never here," he yelled through the phone, giving me slight recoil. Od never seen him so mad "why can't you just be fucking happy for me liv?" He continued as his quiet sobbs echoed through the phone

"You know If you're just gonna yell at me this conversation might aswell be over" I I bitterly replied

"Fine."
"Fine." I echoed while quckly hanging up the phone as soft warm tears fell down my cheeks and my bedroom door creaked open, a head peaking through the crack.

"Liv?" A soft voice spoke as gracie approached me, though I didn't dare to look up and show her how much of a mess I was so I kept my head tucked into my knees as I sat against my bedroom wall.
"Did you hear all of that?" Asked still, not daring to raise my head and show her my glossed over, red stained eyes and tear covered cheeks.
"Yeah, I did. It sounded brutal, " she said, raising my head to make contact with her eyes. Her warm hazel eyes softened as she saw my face, and she began wiping a tear from my cheek as she cupped my jaw in her hands. I inspected her features and how she was wearing my lavender hoodie with some of my checkered pyjama shorts, I saw how she'd crouched down to help me as she sat on her knees and best of all I saw how the corners of her mouth had pulled into a somber smile when she saw my eyes meet hers.

"You didn't deserve that, especially not from your best friend." The pale girl continued still having her soft hands around my red flushed face.
"I guess that's just the way things go," I responded, laughing because i was referencing our friend Bea's song, which oddly fit the situation.

"I see. Your sense of humour's still intact. That's a good sign." She giggled, pulling the corners of Jeremy mouth into a smile, which revealed the little gap between her teeth that I'd always loved. She quickly pulled me into a hug. As I felt her warm embrace, a sweet smile crept upon my teary face as she slowly rubbed my back. How did I hate her? At first, she's such an angel.

A/n sorry I haven't posted any chapters recently writer's block has been a bitch.

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