𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

car rides to malibu - two

a/n - please voteee! a bit of a long chapter

"how much cheese should i add?" conan asks. "literally as much as you want," i smile, "it's your pizza." i pick up the pepperoni, spreading it around the pizza.

"all done?" i ask olivia as she walks up to me with her pizza. "all done," she answers. i take the pizza, sliding it into the oven. "thank you," she tells me. "no problem."

2 days later , 9pm
i look at the bathroom door as olivia walks out in a clay face mask, hair in a bun. i smile at her, and she smiles at me. "what?" she asks. "nothing," i chuckle. "wanna do one?" she asks. "come over here," i say. olivia kneels on the bed, leaning over to me. i sit up, and she laughs as i bring my nose to smell it. i move back, and olivia says, "it's strawberry." "okay, let's do it," i say, getting out of bed.

i lean against the counter after putting a headband on, olivia in front of me. "it's gonna be cold," olivia, smothering the clay onto my face. i scrunch my face, "definitely cold." olivia smiles, spreading it on my chin.

i keep my eyes on olivia as she focuses on that. weird to think we could've been dating right now. "alright," olivia says after a few minutes, "we'll let it sit for, like, twenty minutes." "how fun," i smile, "thanks, liv." "no problem, y/n," olivia smiles.

we stare at each other, and i look at olivia's lips. i look back at olivia's eyes and she gives out a slight chuckle from her nose. i give her a small smile, sliding past her.

olivia's pov
i look at y/n as she walks out. what was that?

"there's a piano in this place," y/n tells me, sitting on the bed with her phone in her hand. "i know," i say. "you still sing songs?" she asks. "i do," i answer, "why?" "just wondering," y/n says, "you were always good at it." "thanks," i smile. "written any new songs?" "hundreds," i answer, sitting beside her. "any worth showing me?" she asks, "trick question. they're all worth it." "nothing that i can show you," i answer, smiling. "oh, just me?" she asks, "why?" "just because."

y/n laughs, "they're about me, aren't they?" "maybe... some of them," i chuckle. "now i have to see," y/n smiles, moving closer to me. "no, i can't show you," i say, "it's embarrassing." "you're already embarrassing. i'm sure it's nothing," y/n says, chuckling at her joke. "aw, thanks," i say, "you're definitely not seeing it now." 

"please?" y/n asks as i follow her out of the bathroom after we wash our face. "what will you give me if i do?" i see it as an opportunity. "whatever you want," y/n says, "the more i beg for it the more i'm desperate." i take a deep breath, and what i say makes her stop, turning around. "and if i asked for a kiss?"

"sure," she shrugs, smiling, "now can i see?" "wait, are you serious?" i ask. she was making it seem like not a big deal. maybe it wasn't a bit deal to her. "uh... yeah? if you are," she says. "but it can't just be, like, a peck. it has to be an actual kiss," i say. "how many seconds?" she asks. "like... at least three full seconds," i answer as she continues to walk to the bed. 

y/n's pov
she wants to kiss me. out of everything she could've chosen. she still likes me.

i nod, falling onto the bed, "deal, then. and is that for a full song?"olivia scrolls through her phone to find a video.  "hmmm... three seconds for a minute?" olivia asks herself, sitting next to me. "you were the one that said three sceonds- at least three sceonds. i could give you the best make-out session of your life," i say. "at least five seconds," she changes it. no problem. "will be counting each second in my head," i grin, "so, song or kiss first? i say song." "why song? holding off kissing me?" she asks, smiling. "totally."

i sit up, looking at olivia's phone. she was wearing a red long sleeve sweater, guitar across her lap. "ready?" she asks. "ready as i'll ever be." olivia presses play. "i like the way you talk... when you've just woken up... and i like the way we can joke about offensive stuff..."