project princess » riker lynch au {ON HOLD}

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my alarm clock had rang for its last time before i slapped it until it switched off. i have an annoyance for particular noises, such as beeping, ringing, anything constant, really.

when i saw the time on my clock, it read: 4:27 - three hours earlier than i had requested.

my dad pounced into my room, staring at me as if i had just won the lottery and was going to hand him over half of it without reasoning. he had the broadest smile upon his face, and the look made me grimace.

it's honestly not the fact that i don't love him, because i have already mentioned that i have, more than once, actually. i mean, he's honestly the coolest person ever, but his happiness made me sick.

it was way too early to be up and cheesing, which is what he was doing. i rolled myself out of bed to find the sky as dark as it had become when it wasn't morning, maybe darker.

"dad," i sighed. "did you change my alarm while i was asleep last night?"

"maybe i did, maybe i didn't." i growled before stomping off to my bathroom to take a shower.

afterwards, which i had fell asleep in the bathwater a couple of times, i walked into my bedroom and changed into the outfit i had picked out and waited for my hair to dry so i could do something with it.

my dad had called up to me, only to tell me that we would be leaving in under twenty minutes, and i was only halfway done with curling my hair.

i quickly rushed to curl the rest of it, knowing that half of it was going to fall, anyway. i took an extra hair tie, just incase i was going to need it.

"okay, father dear," i giggled as my father stood in the middle of our living room. "what's on the agenda for the day?"

"well, we're going shopping," dad informed.

"i hate shopping," I scoffed.

"i know, livi." he used my childhood nickname. "but we need to go get you some dresses for the next couple of months that you're in new york."

"whoa, whoa, wait. dresses? months? explain."

"olivia, this place you're going to is going to be a better benefit in your life. and it's also a very classy place, so you're going to need dresses for a bunch of events and such. the mistress there is a very kind lady, and she's willing to help you."

i rolled my eyes, knowing this trip was going to be absolutely horrible. i have never been to new york before, and this isn't helping when i am prone to getting sick thousands of feet in the air.

i leave tomorrow morning, at nine o'clock sharp. and i will NOT, under any circumstances, wear a floral patterned dress just to meet new people and make them happy.

once we got into the car, and made our way to the mall, my dad was telling me about all of the kids there and how there were five of them related to each other.

they're all around my age, which is the only upside to this trip. but hey, who says i have to just make this couple of months a buzzkill?

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hey, what's up, hello? 👋🏼

well, i have officially made the choice to actually do something with the story.

i don't know if you remember or not, but i did have a different idea a couple of months ago, and i hated it so i deleted it.

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