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thirteen

"Stunning."

"That's what I say when I hear her singing in the showers!"

"You tell me to shut up though."

"Only out of jealousy!" Amber tells me, and both Cole and me roll our eyes.

"Anyways, I think your voice is absolutely amazing. Do you take lessons?" Cole asks, and I nod my head.

"Originally for acting, but I did."

"The acting industry is extremely dry, you don't want to go down that road." I make an effort to smile, although I was busy looking down at my phone every three seconds to see if there was a text from Shawn yet. For all I know, he blocked my number.

"I'm not exactly sure if I want to participate in either acting or singing for my career choice." I say honestly, and watch as Cole's face drops, but he attempts to hide it with a small grin.

"Well, let's just try singing, alright? You have any social media?" He asks, and I nod. After a solid hour of discussion I had finally agreed to post covers, even though I couldn't have felt more like a knockoff version of Shawn in my entire life.

"I think all this is tiring Liv out. See you another time?" Amber says, and we say goodbye to Cole before leaving the building and getting into the car.

"Well, that was long." Is all I'm able to say to Amber when we're seated in the car and begin to drive. Amber agrees with me and begins to tell a story of some sort, but I can't pay attention, still thinking about Shawn. There's an empty sort of feeling in my stomach, and I can't tell why. By now I'm sure Shawn has seen the message, and although I'm trying not to think about it, I think he's ignored the text completely. He's probably in town, talking and laughing with numerous different people, living his enchanting life. And I should be living mine as well.

"Do you want to?" Amber interrupts me from my thoughts, and I turn to look at her, confused on what she was asking.

"Want to what?" I ask, and she rolls her eyes playfully.

"I was just testing if you were listening, which you clearly aren't. But that's okay, you go on ahead and daydream all you'd like about whatever you may be thinking, PG or not. Of course, I would love to know exactly what fantasy you're playing in your head at the moment, but I guess a little vague description would be nice too."

"Can I really tell you? Like, will you one hundred percent keep a secret, and not say this to another soul?" I ask, my voice in more of a whisper than it should be.

"I've been your best friend forever. Tell Mama Amber what's going on in your head."

"Well, I was just thinking. The movie Shrek is all about loving yourself, and accepting who you are, right? But if that's the case, and this is the whole lesson they're trying to point out, why are they making fun of Lord Farquaad the whole time for his height?" I ask, and Amber is dead silent. Of course I wouldn't actually tell her my thoughts. I was actually slightly impressed on how that got in my head. Pretty deep if I do say so myself.

"Olivia?" Amber asks after a long amount of silence.

"Yes?" I reply, thinking of all the possible answers she could give me at the moment.

"Get out of my car. Anyone that thinks about Shrek in that deep of a level needs to be sent to the mental hospital, and I won't be driving you there."

"Take a breather, I'm kidding. Lord Farquaad can suck an egg."

"I'm not though. Seriously, get out of my car."

"Can we make a deal for me to stay in until you drop me off at the house?" I ask, and she nods her head after a moment of time.

"Your soul for the ride home." She says, and I roll my eyes.

"What soul?" I ask, and she nods her head, her eyebrows raised as if I made a pretty good point.

"you have to be spontaneous for the rest of the day. If you think of something for even half a second, no matter how stupid it may be, you have to do it."

"Fair. I'll be in my house the whole day anyways. Unless I feel spontaneous with which Barbie movie I feel like watching tonight. But I already know I'm watching The Nutcracker, then The Diamond Castle, then The Twelve Dancing Princesses, and after that I'll be watching all of the Fairytopia movies in the Barbie universe."

"Why are you so planned with your Barbie movies?" Amber asks, and I shrug.

"You act like you're not supposed to take Barbie movies seriously." I say, and Amber shakes her head at me.

"I truly do hope you find help one day. And I hope that day isn't the day that pigs fly."

I'm about to answer her but am interrupted by a buzzing sound, and pull my phone out of my purse slowly, unsure of whether that was a text or Snapchat notification. My eyes widen when I see the iMessage symbol, and even more when I see who sent it.

Shawn. So apparently he didn't block my number yet. I type in my passcode to find out what the message said, hoping it wasn't anything terribly bad, or anything that could just plain out make me miss my Barbie marathon due to all my crying.

Tim Hortons Guy:
when and where?

A/N:
OKAY I SWEAR THE STORY IS GOING TO GET BETTER FROM HERE IVE JUST BEEN REALLY BUSY WITH STUDYING FOR FINALS AND EVERYTHING BUT YEAH IT'LL GET BETTER.