Change My Mind | Gracie X Olivia

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"So if you didn't know, I was homeschooled, meaning I never had the classic prom experience, so I went on this tour to have my own little sour prom with all of you." Liv said, followed by an uproar of cheering as i watched from backstage,
"But you could ask yourself if she's the prom queen whose prom king? They may not be a king, but she's definitely my queen. Give it up for gracie abrams!" When she said my name, I walked out to a view for the ages hund of smiles and cheers for us. As the crowd died down, we heard a voice from the audience.

"We all saw the photos! Are you two a couple of fags!" A man vicously yelled from the audience as the harsh words rolled off his tongue like poison dripping from his python lips. Liv was anxiously biting down on her lip, looking to her manager to know what to do. An awkward silence had held the stadium in a chokehold of pure shock from what this man said. "So are you.. ya know fags!" Another man yelled.
At this point, I couldn't bear to see this disrespect.

"So what if we are? Are ya jealous." I remarked, making liv chuckle.
"Ew I could never be jealous of a couple of lesbos." The first man yelled once again pissing off Olivia who pushed the microphones away from her and gracie.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked me with a hopeful twinkle in her eye, to which I responded a little too eagerly."
fuck yeah," her gentle hands cupped my face as mine. We rapidly connected to her hips, and in the blink of an eye, we had both gotten what we'd been longing for since the day we met at that tortuous photoshoot, though they hated to admit it. They delicately fought for dominance in the few seconds their lips had connected. The audience watched in shock as the girls finally pulled away from one another.

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I knocked on Olivia's hotel door before the strike of midnight could hit before I had to disappear from her life. She rubbed her eyes as she opened the hotel door. Her eyes widened at the sight of gracie because she knew what she was doing coming to her room at 9:30 pm.

"I think we need to talk..." Gracie mumbled as Olivia agreed to let the girl in. They sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at one another with their eyes gone soft. Sensing tension, gracie tried to break the ice with her words, but Olivia had other plans.
"So what are w-" said Gracie, though she was abruptly interrupted with Olivia's lips crashing into hers though ol quickly pulled away at the realization of her ballsy move.

"Sorry, sorry. That was dumb I shouldn't ha-" Olivia stumbled, but this time her words were interrupted by eager lips upon hers. The kiss became slower and more tender as the seconds passed by gently intertwining their lips fuelled by pure desire for one another. Olivia had climbed onto gracies lap, straddling her waist with her arms cupping her cheeks. The girls finally pulled away for air while looking into one another lustful eyes.

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@celebNews Gracie abrams and olivia rodrigo showcased making out on stage on the last night of their sour tour. Click here to see more.

@graceliviaIsReal - OMG, WE WERE RIGHT THEY'RE A COUPLE

@LoveWeenieAbrams - fuck that guy in the audience he was wrong to invade their privacy like that

@loveCamronMacy - wow liv really is a hoe, switching partners like a light switch

@Cameron'sToenails - honestly gracie is such a downgrade from Cameron. He could do way better than Olivia anyway

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4:30am. I threw my phone across the room. I wouldn't be needing it for a while anyway. There's no need to have it near me. With a dead straight face, I shoved assorted clothes in a bag, I would be leaving LA for a while to get away from oliva to protect her, just because I made out with her on stage doesn't mean my deal with Cameron goes out the window if only he would just disappear from our lives and with him the video, but it could never be that simple i wish it was. Though I could never do that to her.

As I stare at my reflection, a sweet tear descends from my limpid hazel eye as I overthink the move im about to make, i know she'll hate me, but she probably would either way this way she's proteced. Last night was amazing, but that just makes it harder for me to leave her. The loud roar from the audience made it harder to leave the stage after we sang a song called Sofia together. We'd been rushed off stage by our managers and lectured on the stunt we just pulled. We kept our heads down with a few words spoken as we went to our cars.

4:45 I caught a taxi to the train station this morning with a suitcase and a backpack. I said a mumbled a soft goodbye to Olivia, though she was nowhere in sight before stepping onto the busy train. My cabin was cold and empty with lingering thoughts that arose while I looked at the raindrops gracefully splattered across the window. I sat in an encapsulating silence as the ringing of fear stormed my ears, becoming unbearably loud as the seconds went on. In an attempt to deal with the controling emotions that had a tight grip on me, i pulled a small navy blue notebook from my bag and began flipping to the nearest clear pages.

Lyrics stormed my brain, almost moving faster than my hand ever could the papwr becoming drenched in the small pen's ink. As my hand finished sprinting across the pages, I looked back through my work to see the outlines of a song scattered throughout the page. It read:

Packing while you're asleep
You were the catalyst
I don't know what it is about how you breathe
About how you breathe
I want to be alone
Hated that no one knows
You're good to everyone
All them but me
All them but me
And if you hear me leaving in the morning
could you just pretend that it was only wind.
'Cause I can't love you
Even if I want to.
Got a lot to work through,
You don't know where I've been
It's been a long time coming.

I choked back tears, though some still collapsed onto the paper. I checked the time, 6:30 a.m., halfway to Seattle. The sky's cleared up enough to see through the trees and all the way out to the rocky terrain that surrounded the train. I thought about how nice it would be to live in the mountains and get away from this mess which i called my love life. The poetry book I've been reading gradually had become increasingly tear stained the further through it you looked. The visible markings serve as a sign of not only sadness but also that i truly loved Olivia, though sometimes loving someone means leaving them.

The train took its final stop at Seattle at 8 am. I had looked like an absolute wreak, so in an attempt to hide my heartbroken face from any possible fans, I pulled up my hood to shadow my face before stepping off the train and climbing into a classic yellow taxi. "31 Scott Street Glendale" were the only words spoken by me as i had situated myself in the back of the car. After I was dropped off at the front of the house, I moped to the front door, hopeful that travels were finally over. A lout knock could be heard through the door as I stood awkwardly on the front porch. The door slowly opened to reveal a girl that I hadn't seen in a while
"Gracie?" The girl asked, rubbing her tired eyes
"Audrey.." I said somberly while I lowered my hood to reveal my red puffy eyes and quivering lip.

A/n: help what do I do next i hadn't planned further than this. I was supposed to end the story here, but I feel like they deserve a happy ending. Y'all can tell me, but if I'm being real, I can't deal with my babies being sad.

(Please, please comment. they keep me breathing)

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