A girl named Olivia Moore and her friends explore summer break and enjoy eachothers company. Olivia her father left when she was 10, cause he was an alcoholic it was better that he left his wife and daughter. Olivia basically grew up with her mother...
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DidOlivia regret her words? Most of them but in the heat of the moment she couldn't care less. She was known for saying stupid stuff that could even make the situation any worse. The guilt only hit her in the face when she sat alone, in silence. Although Olivia never knew what the word 'silence' actually was cause of her thoughts messing with her head and being loud which the silence only caused them to be louder.
To say she was an overthinker was an underestimatent. Every single thing that happened to her that was bad was tattooed in her mind and never left. Her words were strong but she wasn't every time.
Reality always slaps her in the face but this time it was John B. "Liv , come on! Wake up! You went over the limit again. I knew this would happen." , John B says, attempting to wake her up with slapping her cheek lightly. Was their some concern in his voice? Olivia heard it but he wouldn't show definitely.
Her eyes slowly opened as she saw some light but mostly the tanned legs of her bestfriend infront her, "Jeez John B." , she mumbles groggily.
"Don't Olivia. You seriously need to think before you act."
Olivia was slowly waking up more as she rubbed her eyes and groaned, sitting up, "And you don't need to act like my goddamn dad."
A sigh was heard from John B, "Look. Whatever all that was about between you and JJ, it'll be better. You guys always make up. Right?"
"But this isn't something like 'always'! He seriously hates me. I am probably his least favourite person right now." , Olivia can be pretty dramatic clearly. If she only knew how much she meant to JJ but typical JJ, he isn't into this sentimental stuff of saying how much she means to her and how he cares and bla bla bla.
"How's she doing?" , Kiara's voice was heard as she stepped inside the château, Olivia gives a thumbs up, "Alive."
The brown curly haired girl came to stand next to John B facing Olivia as her face drops, "You look not alive or however you wanna take it. How much did you smoke girl?!"
Olivia starts counting on her fingers, "I don't even know anymore. Probably alot more than I planned to do."
"We can tell." , John B deadpanned, "It's always the same thing with you Olivia.". He was right. It mostly always was. But if he only knew the reason behind it or the vulnerable side behind Olivia's tough behaviour and talk.
The Moore girl was already more aware of her surroundings as she was fully woken up, her two bestfriends standing infront her.
"Hey can you guys not stare at me like I'm some kinda monument you tourists are watching? You guys got really beautiful faces but it's kinda getting creepy." , Olivia remarked with a slight groan. Her friends looked like pigeons who were staring into your eyes or eyeing bread crumbs.
