𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

overnight - two

a/n - please vote!

8:34pm
i open the door, seeing olivia in a t-shirt and grey sweatpants. "hey," she says. "hey," i respond, "come in."

"so..." i say as we walk to the kitchen, "i actually made popcorn just for you, so i hope you like popcorn." "who doesn't?" olivia asks. "psychos," i say, "do you want chocolate in it?" "yes, please," she says, standing beside me as i break up a block of chocolate.

olivia looks around my room as i walk to the bed. "so you're telling me you've never let a girl sleep at your house?" she asks. y/n responds, "is that so hard to wrap your head around?" i watch as she sits on her bed, and i pick up a photo frame of her and a baby. y/n was holding him, both of them smiling. "yes, it is. you can't blame me for thinking that it is. also, who's this?" i show her the frame, and she looks at it. "now you're digging into my personal life?" she asks. "you're the one that literally invited me into your house," i say. "that's my brother," she answers, "happy?" i didn't know she had a brother.

"how old is he?" i ask, placing it down where it was and looking at y/n. "he's... sixteen months," y/n says. "cute," i smile. "i know i am," y/n says, making me laugh. she pats the spot beside her, "or... you can sit here." i smile as she leans over, patting further away.

i sit beside y/n after placing the glass of water on her bedside table, keeping a safe distance between us. i put her pillow upright and lean my back against her soft headrest. she throws the blanket over my lap. "thanks," i say. "no problem," she places the bowl of popcorn and chocolate on her left thigh, closest to me.

y/n goes onto disney plus, and i smile at connor's profile picture, which was lightning mcqueen. i laugh as i see y/n's profile picture after looking at her mom and dad's. "oh my god, my dad always changes my profile to the ugliest fucking monster," y/n chuckles, tapping on her profile.

y/n starts to type the title of the movie. "is your family home?" i ask her. "yeah," y/n nods, "why?" "just asking," i say. she taps onto the movie, "is it this one?" "yeah," i respond, breathing out.

we start to watch it, and i take a piece of chocolate out of the bowl and placing it in my mouth. "so, this is, like, a romance movie, right?" y/n asks. "mhm," i hum, swallowing.

"you know, i feel like the movie is kinda overrated," y/n says as we watch the credits, "i think it's just because heath ledger's in it, so everyone loves it." "maybe," i chuckle. "it's an alright movie," y/n says, "seven out of ten." "kind of offended, but i guess i should've known since you're not much of a romantic," i say. y/n looks at me, scoffing with a smile, "alright, olivia." she looks back at the tv, picking up the remote. "i'm just saying! have you ever been in a relationship?" i ask. "no, but that's intentional," y/n says, going onto netflix, "i don't date. what about you, miss garcia?" "i don't date, either," i say. "oh, but your favorite movie is a romance one?" she raises an eyebrow. "you were literally the one watching a teenage romance movie in english class," i say. "yeah, at least it's a good movie!" y/n laughs as i gasp. "okay, i'm going home," i laugh, starting to get out of y/n's bed. "no, i'm kidding," y/n laughs, and i feel her hand go around my wrist. 

i look back at her, then looking at her hand on my wrist. she notices, and lets go, "sorry." why does she feel the need to say sorry? probably because i keep telling her that she's trying to have sex with me.

i sit back on her bed, "trying to have sex me with?" yeah, probably why. 

"yeah, totally," y/n smiles, "are you gonna kiss me or what?" i laugh, shaking my head, "take me on a date first... oh, too bad, you don't do dating." y/n laughs, "alright, you win." "thought so," i smile. "but seriously, do you wanna watch another movie?" she asks. "yeah," i say, getting under y/n's blanket. i lay down, head on headrest, "your turn to pick one." "i think it's only fair if i go with the second movie of 'to all the boys i've loved before'," y/n clicks on her profile.