Loving Olivia

Chapter Ten

He had beautiful eyes. The kind you could get lost in and I guess I did.
-S.B
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"Liv if you would sit still I could fix your hair!" Brooke screams at me while Callie tries to do my makeup. I wiggle free from their hands and run to the other end of my bedroom. Callie comes at with eyeliner while Brooke has a brush. Macy, Ally, and Emma are rummaging through my closet looking for the "perfect outfit". I'm pretty sure Chase and Jake are downstairs playing our Xbox.

"NO! Don't you dare touch me!" I shout, backing further away from them. I hate when they do this. They think I have to be all dressed up to hang out with a friend. I don't even know how the found out in going to play laser tag with Noah. I didn't want them to know because they would do exactly this.

I look around my room and spot my softball bat sticking out from under my bed. Just as Brooke starts to close in, I dive and feel the cold metal of the bat make contact with my hands. I hold it out in front of me and watch them back up.

"I swear to god I'll knock your heads off if you come any closer." It's a bit dramatic and stupid, but it's the only way I'll get them to leave me alone. I like to do things myself.

"Livie, put the bat down. We won't hurt you. We just want to help you." Brooke says cautiously, holding her hands up. Callie doesn't know what to do. Emma and all them pull their selfs away from my closet and notice what's going on. Ally rolls her eyes. This isn't the first time this has happened.

"All of you get out. I'm very capable of fixing my own hair, doing my makeup, and dressing myself. Now out!" I yell, they go wide-eyed then reluctantly leave. I'm surprised mom didn't come up here from all the screaming. She knows about me going out and is ok with it. My grounding period is over tomorrow anyway. Except no car. Once they all leave I go over and slam my door shut and lock it. Since when can I not fix my own self up? That's right. Never.

I walk over and grab a pair of ripped black waist high shorts and a white flowy halter top to go with it. I stick with my black converse. We will be running after all. I sit down at my desk and tackle my hair. I want to put it in a French braid, but I need Brooke to do it. She took two years of cosmetology in high school and currently studying in cosmetics in college.

I reluctantly get out of my chair and head towards Emma and Brooke's room. It's open, and Brooke's laying on her bed on her computer. Emma and them must be downstairs.

"Hey Brooke?" I use my sweet voice. I mean I just commanded her to get out whilst holding a bat above my head. Brooke looks up from her laptop and rolls her eyes.

"What do you want?" She asks, sitting up. I go over and sit down on her bed next to her and give her my puppy dog eyes.

"Will you French braid my hair?" I ask sweetly. She scoffs and smiles. She punches me in the arm and laughs.

"What was that for?!" I shout, rubbing my sore arm. Dang she can punch.

"You order and yell at me to get out of your room the  have the nerve to ask me to do your hair?? The thing I was trying to do in the first place??" Ok she's right, I just would rather deny it. I hate owing up to my wrongness with my sisters. They never let the shit go.

"Brooke please? I just wanted to get ready myself. You guys always help me. I'm old enough to do my own things." I sigh, looking down, embarrassed. Brooke hits me again, only less forceful.