𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔, 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒎.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵

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Know Your Frenemies

olivia's room was dark, the only light that could be seen with the naked eye is the drop of light in the corner of the room, olivia had a nightlight, it was shaped like the moon and it was sat upon a stack of books. that light was the first thing aria saw when she woke up.

she didn't know what time it was, or where olivia was until the door opened and the redhead walked in, still in her pajamas with two bowls in her hands.

"i made oatmeal." aria moves over to make room, her back against the wall as olivia sat down beside her.

olivia's bedroom was strange, when you walked through the door, there were two dressers. one on your left and one on your right. the floor was carpeted, there was a large open space with a desk on one side of the room and a bookshelf on the other side and then there was her bed. it was pressed against the wall, the window slightly above it but the curtain was always shut, hiding the world outside from her.

"what can't you do?" aria asks after the first spoon, everything olivia did seemed to be perfect. aria sometimes wondered if they just seemed perfect because olivia did it, it was like she saw olivia through rose coloured glass.

"i can't crochet," olivia leans down, picking up a half crocheted top from the ground. "i started this but i never finished." aria took the top into her hands, "it could be a crop top." she shrugs and puts her bowl on olivia's lap before she pulls her pajama top over her head and for a moment she's sitting on olivia's bed in a pair of shorts and a small, black bra before she covers up with the lavender crop top that olivia made.

when the top is on, it barely covers her as she pulls her hair out of the back before reaching over and taking her bowl back from olivia who seemed to be staring at her in awe.

"what?" she laughed, taking another spoonful of oatmeal as olivia shrugged, starting to eat her breakfast.

"nothing, you're just really beautiful." olivia wanted to throw up, why was she being so gross? it was like when she was around aria all she wanted to do was sing her praise, she couldn't make herself say one mean thing about aria, even if she tried.

"you look feverish," aria furrows her brows, a small smile on her lips as she presses the palm of her hand against olivia's forehead. "you're cool, weird, cause you're so hot." olivia doesn't say anything, instead her laughter fills the room as her head falls onto aria's shoulder.

"i hate you." her cheeks are practically glowing in the dark now, a deep, warm shade of red. "you don't." aria rests her head against olivia's, the two girls softly laughing to themselves before olivia speaks up again, her breathe hot as it slides down aria's back.

"god, im so fucking obsessed with you." she could still feel the laughter at the back of her throat when she leaned in deeper, placing a kiss on the dark haired girl's shoulder, her lips soft against aria's delicate skin.

"oh, yeah?" aria didn't realise their bowls were on the ground until she felt olivia's mouth on her, until she felt olivia's hands on her hips, her skin lighting up under olivia's touch. it was like she was dead until olivia's touch woke up every part of her, her skin felt like it was on fire.

"what about breakfast?" aria found herself asking between each kiss, she felt olivia trail her mouth down to her jaw, lightly placing kisses down her neck, "im having breakfast." olivia's voice was rough when she spoke, the way it was every morning but aria had never heard her voice like that before, it was a welcomed suprise.

seconds felt like decades in that one kiss, all olivia wanted was aria. she preferred kissing her over breathing, she preferred with aria over everything, all she wanted was to be with aria, make aria happy and that was what she was doing. she knew that was what she was doing with every moan that left the girl's lips, with every time she tried to move back but aria pulled her back, every time aria's hands got lost in her hair and every time aria's pressed her nails into olivia's back.

an hour later they fell asleep again, olivia's body exhausted on top of aria's, both girls covered in sweat as they held onto one another like they were everything in that moment. and when olivia dreamt, aria seemed to sneak in there too, she could never escape her love for aria and when she woke up the next morning, all she wanted to do was tell aria just how much she was obsessed with her.

aria montgomery had to know just how in love olivia fitzgerald loved her.