𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

changes - five

a/n - please votee

olivia's pov
the way y/n says that leah tries to hook up with her so casually makes me wonder if she used to hook up with other people before i arrived. i mean, i'm sure if i asked her about it, she'd answer. but do i want to know if the answer is 'yes'? i was already pretty jealous of the people she hypothetically hooked up with if the answer is 'yes'. i was also kind of scared to ask. but what if the answer was 'no'? 

i start to mix all the ingredients for the base together as y/n watches. "this is pressure," i say. "no it's not," y/n says, "you're doing well." "i'd hope so," i chuckle, feeling y/n look at me. i was too nervous to look back.

i flatten the base into the pan, and y/n picks it up. she opens the oven with one hand, sliding it in. "i hate getting it out," i tell her, "it's so scary." y/n smiles at me, "don't worry, i can do it."

y/n and i sit on her couch as we wait for the base to finish. "i need to follow you back," y/n says, taking out her phone. i watch as she goes onto instagram, and i look at her notifications that pop up. five new followers, 11 unanswered messages. 

she follows me back, seeing the six hundred and five followers i had. "my turn to stalk," y/n says, tapping on my recent post, which was a mirror picture. "oh god," i chuckle.

i watch y/n bring the butter and brown sugar into a simmer. "okay, you can start to pour it in," she tells me. i start to pour the condensed milk in, "all of it?" "yeah," she says, stirring it into everything else.

i spread the chocolate over the caramel, and y/n shakes the pan to level it out. "now we refrigerate," she says, picking it up. "how long?" i ask, following her and opening the refrigerator. "at least an hour," she says. "an hour?" i sigh, "but i want it now." "it won't be good now," she says, putting it in. she closes the refrigerator, and we head upstairs.

y/n lays in bed as i look around her room. i take a trophy off, looking at it. "player of the year, 2021," i read, "do you play outside of school?" "used to," she answers. "how cool," i say, "can i see your jersey?"

i walk into y/n's closet, seeing the red, white and gold jersey hanging up. i take it off, getting a closer look at it. i turn it around, seeing the number 13, with 'garcia' above, in all capitals.

i hold up y/n's school varsity jacket. "why don't you wear your jacket, y/n?" i ask, a little louder. "uh... i don't know, actually," she admits. i put it back on the rack, walking out.

i lay beside y/n, on my stomach as she lays normally. "is it done soon?" i ask, looking at her. y/n says, "more like fifty minutes." i groan, laying my head on y/n's chest. she places her hand on top. maybe i could stay like this for fifty minutes.

i open my eyes, seeing y/n looking at me as she moves the hair out of my face with her soft fingers. "i can't wait to sleep over," i smile. y/n says, "you sound like a ten year old having their first sleepover." i agree, "i feel like one." "i'm glad," she smiles, giving my head a slight rub. i chuckle, closing my eyes.

y/n's pov
i keep my eyes on olivia as i massage her head with my fingernails. she had fallen asleep. maybe the forty minutes will go by quicker for her. i pick up my phone, moving it closer to olivia and taking a picture.

i let olivia cut the caramel slices. "they look so good!" olivia exclaims, handing me a slice. "thank you," i say, waiting for her to pick it up. she looks at me, and we bite it at the same time. "that is so good!"

10:42pm
olivia lays in my bed as i sit up, drinking the tea. "do you want some?" i ask her. olivia looks at me from her phone, smiling, "maybe just a sip." she sits up, and i hand her the glass. "i don't even think i need it tonight," i admit, "i've got you."