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changes - eight

a/n - please voteeee

y/n presses her lips against mine, kissing me harder. i smile as her hand runs all over my stomach, gently squeezing my waist in the rhythm of our lips. i pull away, sitting myself up slightly as i take off my shirt. i giggle as y/n looks at my red, laced bra, sighing at the view with a smile.

"did you do that on purpose?" she asks, looking at me. "the bra?" i ask. "yeah," y/n says. "i mean... i don't think so," i say, "it's one of my comfier bras." "just happens to look incredibly sexy on you," y/n says, making me giggle. 

i part my lips, closing my eyes as y/n's lips go to my jaw, trailing to my neck. i wrap my arms around her neck as she starts to suck on mine, hearing her hand travel up the mattress. she takes one of my hands off her neck, and i spread my fingers slightly as she intertwines them, leaving our hands beside my head on the pillow.

she pulls away from my neck after a couple minutes of each side, before looking at me. "what?" i smile, looking at y/n's lips before looking up at her. "nothing," she smiles, and i feel her hand give mine a squeeze. 

y/n's pov
i smile, walking up to mom and ignoring the loud talks of everyone around me. "you did so well," she says, wrapping her arms around my football gear, "i love you, y/n. i'm so proud of you." "thank you," i laugh, hugging her tighter, "i love you more, mom." "you should see your face when you play," mom says, "always got a smile on your face. even when you get knocked to the ground." i chuckle, and she pulls away. "i love you, y/n." "i love you too, mom," i say, "and... i miss you. so much." mom hugs me again, and i hug her extra tight.

i open my eyes, staring at the ceiling. i loosen my grip on olivia on top of me, taking a deep, shaky breath. i gently place olivia beside me as i get out of bed, walking downstairs.

i lean against the counter as i hold the glass of water in my hand. i can't help but smile a little. as much as each dream i have of... with her, hurts, it comforts me at the same time. i still can't believe i'll only see her when i sleep. 

i lay beside olivia, taking a deep breath.

the next night
i pause my show, listening to olivia's guitar play from her window to mine. "perfect, easy, so good to me," she sings, slightly sadly, "so why's there a pit in my gut, in the shape of you? distract myself, say it's something else... maybe i'm just overwhelmed, maybe i'm confused." i take off my headphones, staring at my laptop on the frozen screen. "barely sleep when you sleep next to me..."

was she singing about me? was this really how she felt?

"if i was brave and noble like you, i'd have the nerve to just stop stringin' you along," olivia sings, talking a breath, " but I'm not half as decent as you. i'd rather be tied to someone, even if they're wrong..." stringing me along? would she rather be in a relationship with me while thinking that i wasn't the one for her, than be alone? did she think i wasn't for her?

"but i lay in your arms and pretend that it's love... yeah, i lay in your arms and pretend it's enough." i feel my heart drop. she didn't seem like she felt this way. or was i being selfish, and only looking out for how i felt?

but what if she was stringing me along? what if she didn't actually want to be with me, and felt bad because of what i've gone through, so that's why she's here?

monday
i knock on olivia's door, hearing her jog down the stairs. she opens the door, smiling, "morning, y/n." "morning," i respond. olivia closes and locks the door, looking at me. she leans in, and i panic as i remember the song she played yesterday.

i move slightly away, and olivia stands upright, looking at me. "sorry... i just..." i couldn't think of an excuse. "no, it's okay," olivia says, slightly hurt. she turns and starts to walk to the car.