project princess » riker lynch au {ON HOLD}

two

it was only about two in the afternoon when we finally got half of our shopping done. i have literally bought every dress off of all the racks in every beauty boutique. dad claims it's because i need more feminine type clothing, but i believe his theory is incorrect.

no, i am not a 'girly girl', nor have i ever been. growing up, i wouldn't touch a skirt or dress, or even go near one. and i guess the trait continues, because i absolutely hate the way they drape off of your hips and they're so sexist toward the female population.

"olivia, are you ready to go get your shoes?" dad asked, and i plainly nodded. i was overly exhausted at this point and my feet were killing me. not even walking around the mall of america would add up to the exact amount of movement my legs have carried me.

we walked past hot topic, and i wanted to just run in and shop from there - since it is my favorite store. but father didn't improve and it broke my heart. i have gotten over thirty cocktail dresses; and that doesn't count all of the other ones i have gotten either.

we walked into a shoe store, and dad immediately pulled me over to the heels, pumps, etc., section.

after getting a couple of pairs of shoes, dad decided it was time for me to spoil myself and get what i wanted. so, he handed me over his credit card and took all of the things we got today back to the car.

though i was in the mood for hot topic, i decided to go typical teenage girl and go get starbucks.

after getting what i had specifically requested, i walked across the mall to victoria's secret. and i do realize that buying undergarments would pop up on my dad's bill sooner or later, but he did allow me to spoil myself, and that's exactly what i plan to do.

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7:15 am

when my alarm went off, i hopped out of bed to go get a shower. while waiting for my water to warm up, i strolled over to my wardrobe to find something comfortable to wear on the plane.

after picking out my clothes, and taking a shower, i managed to get done and ready by 8:30. i finished all of my packing and put it into the car as i watched my dad wipe a tear away.

"i don't want to go," i sighed to my dad, and he nodded in agreement,

"i don't want you to go either, love bug; but it's for the best."

i didn't quite understand him, as i hardly ever did, but this time it was different. it was like, his words were fog and it blinded my vision to where i didn't know which way to turn. i didn't want to leave nevada, because i grew up here from the time i was six.

after exchanging our last goodbyes, i got into the car and drove to the airport. i was right on time, and hustled to get my luggage to the designated area and to my seat in time.

luckily, it wasn't as cliché as it usually is. there's no annoying couple, a screaming toddler, or some dude hitting on me. it was quiet and peaceful, and i knew that this flight was the last ounce of freedom that i would have for the next six months.

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so, i know that this hasn't had anything to do with r5/ryland just yet, but it will in the next chapter. i just had to fill in detail of her life before she left.

i hope you guys enjoy this, bc i am uber excited for this book.

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