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Peep acknowledged Olivia's artistic side— needless to say, there wasn't a flaw in every photo she uploaded to her account.
Not that she needed his approval— rather he felt more comfortable with people who enjoyed/appreciated art as much as he did.
In Olivia's perspective, she woke up the following morning with craters under her eyes— hinting to the little effort she put into getting dress after a hot shower that didn't help her predicament.
By seven am, the guys from her media crew called through the door with a simultaneous knock, "Yo! Rose! We're about to leave."
"I'm almost ready!" She hollered, zipping up her camera bag, propping it upward and lifting up it's handle.
Before leaving, she took one last look around the room to check for any left items. Once it was clear, she opened the door and saw everyone on her floor standing at the elevator.
Peep begin the tallest one.
When she approached they, there was a morning silence surrounding them— nobody was up for speaking.
Everything went motions that felt effortless yet dragged by the minute. From the lobby to the exit, Olivia's eyes moved in slow portions as she mind stayed in its most practical state.
However, just when she was headed to the van to pack her things and hop in with everyone else, Peep grabbed her hand— pulling her in the opposite direction.
"Rose! You lucky piece of shit!" Zack yelled, referring to the RV trailer that had comfortable seatings and compartment beds to sleep on.
Momentarily, she looked back, bewildered the thought of being on Peep's personal tour bus.
"Morning, Peep," said the bus driver, "Morning lovely."
"I'm tired, Russel."
"I hear ya Peep, I hear ya"
Still holding her hand, he guided her to the back. At the compartment, they stopped as he released her hand.
"You can take that one." he nonchalantly said in a morning voice that only guys can pull off.
"Put your stuff in here," he added, opening a closet then proceeded to the bed at opposite side of the one he gave me.
"Let's get some fucking sleep!" He exasperated, throwing his body onto the bed and plopping a pillow over his head.
Although, he welcomed her she stood for a moment too long. Puzzled by his actions.
"Are you just gonna stand there?" He mumbled from under the pillow.
Immediately, she started to move by placing her things into the closet and climbed into bed. At the sound of laying down, he lifted his and placed onto the pillow and faced her.
Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced over.
" Thanks."
"You're welcome"
I could still feel him grazing into my face as my eyes glue to the ceiling. What was I to say or do?
