Olivia Rodrigo♡American Jesus

3.Asshole

Amelie's pov

I take my last drag while my eyes keep paying attention to the road. Olivia sings the song tutti frutti by the king Elvis that plays loudly on the car while the wind makes our hair fly.

"I don't get why you do that." Olivia looks at me shaking her head with her arms crossed.

"Do what?" I ask confused throwing the cig out the window.

"THAT!" Olivia scolts me. "In case you don't know that's bad for the earth!" She looks at me like a mad mother.

"But it was only a cig and it wasn't lighted up anymore..so..what's the big deal?"

"The big deal?!" Her voice went up a tone. "I can't believe this! Didn't they taught you in school that THAT can lead to a wildfire and destroy the whole green little trees!? I mean not so little of course..but you get me!"

I shake my head and chuckle with her statement which makes her more mad.

"Alright alright you're right and I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you, ok? We're almost there..you'll love the place!"

Olivia glances at me with a suspicious way. "Really? And how is that?...You know I don't blame you for smoking, literally half my friends do it..I just prefer having a matcha addiction. It tastes better." She laughs softly.

"Matcha? And what is that?"
Confusion spreads on my face and Olivia looks at me with the most funniest face ever. I feel like an alien. "Why you looking at me like that? What's the deal? I'm sorry I'm not some matcha freak or whatever that is!"

"This is r-i-d-i-c-i-u-l-o-u-s! I mean- YOU NEVER DRANK A MATCHA?! You guys really don't sell it here? I mean..you better be joking?! Matcha is just the best tea made ever! And it's green! Believe me you'll love it!"
Olivia puts her feets up the dashboard putting on her sunglasses.

I chuckle "Sorry american girl, you might do that in america while drinking your matcha but here I want you to take your feet down there for your safety." I warn her.

She rolls her eyes and I hear her sigh. "Will it take long?"

"Almost there. Be patient. Patience is a virtue." I clarify, my hands still in the steering wheel.

"Very deep." Olivia let's a sarcastic laugh come out of her mouth.

She turns the music a bit more louder and lays her head deep on her seat resting her eyes.

After a while, I finally park the car. Olivia is sleeping so I wonk the horn and she gives a little jolt on the passager seat making me laugh out loud.

"You should've seen your face!"

"Shut up and tell me where we are, Amelie?" She hits my arm playfully.

"Isn't it obvious?" I get out of my car and open up the door of the car for her poiting to the big wooden sign with colorfull letters.

"Thanks." She says almost in a whisper as her eyes squint reading the big sign: "YEE-HAW!"

"Ok what the hell is this? I'm even more confused." She places her hands on her hips.

"Just come inside, Olivia" I walk inside going directly into the bar leaning my arms on the balcony.

"It's two beers, Joe, please!" I shout while taking my cowgirl hat out of my head.

I look behind me and Olivia's eyes are wandering around like a lost curious puppy. Her hand brushing around the wooden wall as a gentlecowboy compliments her with his hat. She gets all shy and red like a tomato. I would never in the world guess she is a famous singer..I mean it looks like she's not used to that at all. She blushes everytime someone compliments her just like a little girl. It's funny and kinda cute.