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car rides to malibu - four

a/n - please vote!!

olivia and i walk into the house. "about time you guys got back," conan says, everyone in the living room. "sorry," i say, "what did we plan on doing today?" "bike riding," madison says.

olivia's pov
i look at conan as everyone talks about the plan. he smiles at me, looking at y/n and i's hand before looking at me. i smile back, raising my eyebrows quickly.

y/n and i walk back to the room, and she lets go of my hand as she opens the door. "what're you gonna wear?" i ask. "i have no idea," y/n admits with a sigh, "you?" "no clue. that's why i asked you," i say, making y/n chuckle. 

y/n smiles at me as i look at myself in the mirror, putting sunscreen on. "i like the hat," she compliments, lightly patting the top of my bucket hat. "thank you," i say, "want sunscreen?" "yes, please," she says.

y/n smiles as i spread the sunscreen on her face. "i feel like you put a lot on," she says. "no..." i lie obviously, seeing the pile of sunscreen on her face. she chuckle at me as i scoop some of it off, placing it on her neck.

she tilts her neck up as i rub the sunscreen in. "alright, done," i say. "thanks," y/n smiles.

we get into the car, me in the passenger and y/n in the drivers seat. "everyone ready?" she looks in the rear mirror, adjusting it. 

y/n glances at the screen as she drives. both hands on the wheel, she looks at me. i look back at her, and she gives me a smile. i smile back, and she takes a hand off the wheel, placing it on my thigh.

i take a picture of y/n's side profile as she drives, getting the window in it to show the view as we drive over the bridge.

i pedal slowly, y/n beside me. "what i if just ram into you?" y/n asks. "i'll kill you," i smile. "no, you'll be dead. you'll fall off the hill," y/n says. "do you want me to?" i ask. "no."

i sit beside madison as we have tacos for dinner. i scoop up some of the meat, placing it on my tortilla, "my legs are sore." "when?" y/n asks, opposite me. i laugh, "shut up." i place my feet on her lap, and she looks down. "ew," she says. "don't push it off," i tell her, "please. it's really comfortable, and my legs are so sore." "fine," she sighs dramatically, looking at her taco. she looks up at me, smiling. 

y/n laughs as have my taco falls out as i take a bite. "oh my god," i chuckle, looking at y/n's taco, "how is yours so well-made?" "just cooler," she says, "i'll make your next one." "aww, thanks!" 

y/n hands me the taco, and i take it carefully. "thank you," i smile, "you're the best."

y/n and i walk into our room after watching two movies with everyone in the cinema room. we get ready for bed, and y/n lays beside me.

y/n's pov
i turn off the lamp on my side, leaving olivia's on. "are you tired?" i ask her. "yeah, actually. really tired," olivia says, turning her phone off and facing me. "all that bike riding?" i chuckle. "yeah, actually," she smiles. olivia moves closer to me, and i place my arm under her head, olivia laying on my bicep.

she looks at me, placing her hand on my jaw. "we could technically be dating right now," olivia says, "if we didn't give up before." "we could," i say, "but it's fine." "it's not fine," she frowns slightly, "could've called you my girlfriend." "oh well," i shrug, smiling as olivia smiles. "oh well? you don't care?" she giggles. "i do care," i say, "that's why. i care a lot to not mess us up now, so i'll probably be calling you my girlfriend sooner or later." olivia laughs, "you're full of yourself." "no i'm not," i smile, "fine then, we won't be girlfriends." "that's not what i'm saying," olivia laughs again. "then explain," i say. "the way you just said it was very full of yourself, whether it's true or not," olivia explains, "okay, moving on." i smile, "whatever."