the third pilot

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"hey Ila, look at this", I said to her holding out my phone. it was a photo of me and her when we were nine at the museum. "sick as frick", she says going back to her phone. "can you stop saying things that the clique would say, for the second time, how many times do I have to keep on telling you?", I said to her getting annoyed. "woah, why do you hate the clique so much?".

"because that stupid clique is the reason why my parents are always leaving me. it's like the clique is more important to them", I say sighing.

"don't be stupid", she says back to me. "look, I have to go anyways, my mom wants me back home". she gets up and walks over to the door. "do one more thing for me will you?", she asks with a smirk on her face.

"what?". I say looking up from my phone and raising my eyebrows. 

"say hi to Josh for me", she says smiling. I roll my eyes and laugh. "goodbye you under aged creep" I yelled as she walked out of the door.

"goodbye!", she yelled back. 

"LIVY, DINNERS READY!", I heard my mom yell from the bottom of the staircase. I head downstairs and see mom in the kitchen. "hey honey, you've been locked up inside your room for quite some time today". 

"yeah, I've been-studying" I don't know why I lied. I just didn't want my mom to know that I was still sad about them going on tour. "uh, anyways, where's dad?".

"he's in the studio room working with Josh. do you want to go and tell him that their dinner's ready?". I nod and go to the studio room. 

"dad, your guy's dinner is ready", I said to him popping my head through door. I try to get out of there as fast as possible but my dad could sense that something was wrong. 

"Olivia Rose Joseph! come here", he said waving me over. I let out a load moan and walked over to him and Josh. 

"what?", I asked folding my arms, and looking away being the stubborn person that I am.

"Liv, what's wrong?", he asks letting out a sigh. "nothing!", I yell back rudely. "I can see that there is something bothering you", he says giving me a stern look.

I look at Josh and then back at my dad. "why does it matter to you. you're hardly even here enough to see what's going on!", I quickly ran out of the studio and raced up into my bedroom. I slam the door shut behind me and lean against the door breathing heavily. I over to my bathroom and lock myself inside. I hardly ever talk back like that to my parents. I call Ila in shear panic. 

Ila: hello?

Me: I, Ila?

I start crying.

Ila: Liv?

Me: I just said something that I shouldn't of

Ila: what do you mean?

Me: I yelled at my dad when I really shouldn't of

Ila: come on it can't be that bad, I'll come over tomorrow, just don't do anything stupid!

I hang up. I hear a loud knock at the door. "Liv, come on bud open up". It's dad. I open the door and walk past my dad and go sit on my bed. he comes over and sit's next to me. 

"Liv, tell me what's wrong?", he says looking at me concerned. "I just feel like-". I look down onto my lap. "you feel like what?", he asks. 

"I feel like as I don't matter as much to you anymore. like the clique is your number one priority, like they're more important to you. I mean, your going all around the world to see these random people? your even going to be missing by birthday!", I start to tear up. 

he let's out a loud sigh. "Olivia, your my daughter and OF COURSE I care about you. this is my job and it's apart of something that I love to do. but what I also love is you. and don't ever think different", he says wrapping his arms around me. 

A/N 

HI SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER IS SHIT. IT PROBABLY DOESN'T EVEN MATTER BECAUSE THE ONLY VIEWS THAT THIS STORY IS GONNA GET IS PROBABLY JUST GOING TO BE ME LOL!