𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡, ollie bearman

𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘, reassurance

          ANGIE LIKED TO THINK that there were many things she was good at. Baking, decorating cakes, chemistry, crocheting, volleyball, and the list went on. But if there was one thing she was amazing at, it was overthinking absolutely everything.

It was honestly quite exhausting at times, but Angie simply didn't know how to make it stop. From her friendships (she was often convinced everyone she spoke to hated her) to every single video she posted online, every scenario would run through her mind a million times. And it was no different when it came to her budding relationship with the one and only, Ollie Bearman.

Angie couldn't stop herself from overthinking every detail. Analyzing how long it took him to respond to her messages, if he seemed dry (which he never was), if she was texting him too much or calling him too much, or when she thought he would get tired of her.

But there was one thing that Angie didn't have to overthink. One thing that was as good as muscle memory to her. And that was baking.

That was probably why Angie had been baking nearly daily since her and Ollie had started talking.

Angie's overthinking wasn't Ollie's fault in the slightest, he was nothing but absolutely wonderful. Angie was just an anxious girl, she needed reassurance. The only problem was that she didn't exactly know how to ask for it.

Most people would take Ollie's daily messages and calls as reassurance that he liked them, but Angie was not one of those people. She needed to hear the words, and even then, she didn't always believe them. She needed the words, and she needed the actions to match the words. It wasn't easy for Angie to trust people's intentions after the things she had been put through by her ex boyfriend.

But Angie was trying desperately to not overthink things, to just let things with her and Ollie progress naturally. So, in an attempt to curb her anxieties, Angie had sought comfort in cookies and heavily decorated cakes.

That day was no different. It did help that it was Dominic's birthday the next day, so Angie actually had an excuse to ignore her homework in favor of baking.

As Angie peered at her cakes through the clear door of her oven, narrowing her eyes and trying to decide if they were done, her mind couldn't help but wander back to Ollie. As it so often did.

Angie liked the boy so much that she honestly didn't know what to do with herself. She felt like she was going a bit insane. She wanted to see him so bad she felt like her heart was quite literally aching. She wanted to kiss him, and she wanted to hold his hand, and she wanted to run her hands through his stupidly fluffy brown hair.

It was terrifying how much she liked him. They'd only actually met once, and he already had such a hold on her. She wanted him to come see her in Geneva more than she wanted anything else. More than she wanted A word to blacklisted from Hollywood, which was seriously saying something.

With a sigh, Angie pulled away from the oven. Her cakes were not done, leaving her tapping her nails against the counter top. She had already whipped up the icing, prepped the decorations, and planned out what she would be writing on the cake. She now had nothing to do to continue distracting her.

Angie gnawed on her cheek, her typical overthinking filling her brain. She wanted to ask Ollie to come see her, but what if he thought the whole thing was too fast? Or what if he simply didn't want to?

"Stop." Angie chided herself, letting out a hiss. She didn't want to overthink when it came to Ollie. She just wanted to do what her heart was telling her (no matter how often her heart got her in trouble), and her heart was telling her to pull out her phone and ask Ollie if he wanted to see her over the winter break. Because she really fucking wanted to see him.