Arizona Preave's Philosophy

Chapter One

"You look like a confused slut," Olivia laughed.
"Well you're the best friend of the confused slut so who's the real loser here?" I smiled.
Olivia and I had spent almost two hours so far trying to pick out the outfits we were going to wear to the fair tonight.
"Here try this," Olivia said shoving a white shirt into my hand.
I threw it on and posed for her.
"You know that's actually not bad..." Olivia began.
"Yeah I like this shirt a lot," I agreed with her.
"You can have it then," she said digging through her closet, "I can never make it look good on me."
"I was going to take it anyway," I winked at her.
"Here," she said pulling a black leather jacket from her closet, "This would look cute on you too."
"Where's your charger? I forgot mine," I asked rummaging through her drawer.
"It's downstairs in the kitchen."
"Thanks love," I called heading down the stairs.

"Okayy charger charger where is the charger." I repeated out loud to myself.
"Robin," Olivia's mom called out to me from the living room,"You've got to stop talking to yourself."
"Oh sorry Mrs. J," I apologized, "Can't help it."
She gave me a sympathetic smile. I grabbed the charger off the counter and sprinted back upstairs.
"We're leaving soon. You ready?" Olivia said glancing up from her phone.
"Yeah are we taking your car?"
"Mhm," Olivia murmured while typing away on her phone. 
"Who ya texting?" I questioned looking over her shoulder.
"No one." She said moving away.
"Ooo is he hot?" I teased.
"Oh please." She said laughing, "He's smoldering."
Olivia grabbed her keys and we headed downstairs.
"We're leaving Mom!" Olivia called out closing the door behind us.