Olive Matthews is an innocent, sweet and energetic 16 year old girl who lives alone, works at the bakery and reads in her free time.
Atlas Hawthorne is the boy everybody knows for coming from the dark side of town, he is mysterious and only ever in...
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I woke up to, possibly, the loudest bang I had ever heard, and to make it all better, it was coming from next door.
Oh god, what's Olive done now?
Rolling onto my side to grab my phone, as everybody does as soon as they wake up, do not lie to me, I check the time.
4:18. Are you having a fucking laugh?
Deciding I cared enough about Olive, despite the fact we had actually only spoken twice, to see if she was alright, I picked up my cat, Sweetie, off my bed and plopped her down on the floor, from where she gazed up at me, clearly also tired. Fucking Olive, she better have a good reason for waking us up.
I strolled out of my bedroom, as one does at crack of fucking dawn on a Saturday, phone in hand and cat at my feet.
Not bothering to put a shirt on I walked straight out of the door, leaving my little Princess Sweetie inside and went and knocked on Olive's door.
About a minute passed, and I really debated going back, assuming she was fine, before I heard rustling, another loud bang and the door swung open, revealing a very, wet, still cute as ever, Olive.
Honestly, she was drenched head-to-toe in water, her, what I assume to be, pale pink pyjamas, now a dark shade of pink, hinting at a coral-y red.
'Olive, dear, it's 4 in the morning. What the actual fuck are you doing?'
'I decided I wanted a fish, so I popped to the open 24-hour aquarium about an hour ago, asked which fish to get, got a nice tank and some decorations, and a just a minute ago, as I was filling the tank from the special water bottle they gave me, I dropped the whole thing on my foot,' at that I looked down to see her nicely painted toes, now had a faint red tint to them, leading from a huge cut just below her ankle. 'And now there is water everywhere, and as I was leaning down to look at my foot, I slipped on one of the moss ball decorations that I got Samuel, oh yeah! That's what I called him, he's really cute! Anyways, I fell on my head, essentially smearing the water all over myself and even more across the floor, and while I was at it I thought hey! Why not make a slip 'n slide, and that's when you knocked and I fell again!' She rambled on excitedly.
Not really wanting to take anymore shit and just get back in bed, I picked her up, welcomed myself into her apartment, found her living room, and plopped her down on the sofa.
'Where's your first aid kit, Ol?' I called out, snooping around her small living room, taking a minute to realise she was right, it was horrible here.
The walls were cracking in multiple places, the floor was literally like walking on un-smoothed cement, and I assumed the heating didn't work because it was fucking freezing. I guess that explained her fully long, thick looking pyjamas then. However, the whole room was decorated beautifully, for her, not me, just making that clear.
