in which;
twenty year old pippa doves attends her very first taylor swift concert and comes away with a little more than she bargained for.
gracie abrams never thought in a million years that she would ever meet somebody who could break her heart r...
lvi - did you get enough love, my little dove? why do you cry?
4th of July, 2023, Los Angeles
-5:16pm-
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"Oh my god, finally!" Olivia let out an exasperated groan, "Where the fuck have you been?! I've been texting you non-stop!"
"Olivia, I-"
"Gracie, you better not be fucking bailing on me again this year," Olivia whined, "I mean, come on, it's the fourth of July!"
"Oh shit, that's today?" Gracie realized, swiping down on her phone to bring up the date on her lockscreen, "Fuck, I'm sorry, Liv."
"WELL??? Where are you, then?" Olivia pushed.
"I'm-" Gracie hesitated, debating whether telling Olivia a little white lie would really be the worst thing in the world, but ultimately deciding against it, "I'm at the hospital."
"What?! Why?! Oh my god, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"No, no, it's not that! I'm fine, I swear," Gracie quickly defended, "I'm not the one that's being treated."
"Then why are you at the hospital? Are your parents okay? Are your brothers okay? Do you want me to leave you alone? Fuck, I shouldn't have called-"
"Liv, it's fine, really," Gracie insisted, "Thanks for your concern and for checking in."
"Of course, but you're sure everyone's okay?" Olivia asked.
Gracie glanced beside her to Pippa's bed. The smaller girl was still white as a sheet and passed out, exhausting herself from the silent sobs that racked through her body. Even though she looked far from it, the doctors had assured Gracie that Pippa would be okay. Well, her body would be, at least. Gracie wasn't sure Pippa would ever really be okay again.
"Yeah, yeah," Gracie waved it off, not wanting to worry her friend, "Next year. I promise, Liv."
Gracie hung up the phone with a heavy sigh, averting her attention back to the sleeping girl beside her. It occurred to her that she should probably call Minnie. And maybe Winston. Gracie's face fell into her hands once more, her body perhaps just as exhausted as Pippa's from the worry and lack of sleep that she had subjected herself to for the past couple of days. Rubbing her eyes, she gave Minnie a ring, thankful to Pippa for forcing her to save her best friend's number in her phone in case of an emergency.
