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detective - three

a/n - please vote!

olivia's pov , the next day
i make my way to the cafeteria, cutting through the fields. i see y/n, sitting by herself on the bleachers.

i furrow my eyebrows, walking towards her. "hey," i say. she looks up, and i sit beside her. "hey," she responds, in a slightly sad tone. "are you okay?" i ask, "what's wrong?" y/n says, "just relationship problems," she answers, "it isn't all rainbows and... i don't know what the saying is. you get what i mean." "rainbows and butterflies," i tell her the saying, "do you wanna talk about it?" 

y/n asks me, "do you wanna listen?" "i do," i answer, looking forward, "only if you're comfortable with it, of course." "um, so gracie's told me a lot of times that her parents know about me," y/n says. i know where this is going. "and my parents know about her. gracie and i went to the mall yesterday, and we ran into her mom. she let go of my hand, and i didn't think it was a big deal. but then she introduces me as her friend," y/n says, and my heart sinks a little, "they talk for a little, and we walk away. gracie acts like nothing happened, asks me if we could get something to eat. i decide not to ask her about it yet, so we get food. we sit down, and i ask her..." y/n explains the situation to me.

"and i just... i haven't talked to her at all since then. i just felt like she didn't wanna talk to me," y/n says, "i don't know why she didn't tell her parents and acted like it wasn't a big deal. she could've at least just told me that she hasn't told her parents." "where is she now?" i ask. "she's got a wedding on," y/n says, "thank god. not really sure if i know what to say to her. i don't wanna get mad, but it hurts a lot."

i sigh, deciding what to say, "well... i think you talk to her. surely she has a reason, right?" "yeah," y/n nods, "i couldn't stop thinking about it last night. i've told her that my parents wanna meet her. i've suggested dates to have a dinner or something. but she just... she says she's busy. i've told her to find a date when she's free, but she never gets back to me about that and says she forgets. i'm starting to think that she just doesn't wanna go that far." it didn't sound too good.

i talk to y/n about gracie for the rest of lunch. "maybe i'm being too harsh, or too pushy about it. but it's been almost half a year. it doesn't need to be a big deal. maybe she thinks it's a big deal, i don't know." "there's only one way to find out," i tell her, "i'm sorry you feel like this, y/n." "what would you have done?" she asks, looking at me. "what do you mean?" "about this whole thing. would you tell your parents?" "well, yeah, if it's serious. i'm super close to my parents. but if i didn't tell them, i wouldn't lie about it and brush it off. i'd tell you i'm not ready to tell my parents." y/n nods, "yeah."

the bell rings, and we stand up. "thanks for talking to me about this," y/n says as we face each other, "it's nice to get it off my chest. sorry if i talked too much." "no, it's okay. i like to help people out," i say. y/n smiles, "you give good advice. thank you. i'll talk to her over the weekend." her arms go around my waist, and i smile, wrapping my arms around her neck and hugging her.

saturday , 10pm
i smile as y/n follows me back a few minutes after i followed her on instagram. i text her.

'hey have you talked to her? howd it go?'

y/n responds another few minutes later.

'a lot happened'

'can you call?'

my heart beats a little faster.

'yeah i can'

y/n asks for my number, which i give to her. a few seconds later, i'm looking at the call request.