Photograph #9//Lil Peep || Rewriting

#17: It nearly ate up her insides

AN: I just wrote an ending.... time to lead up to it....🌹✨💔

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Once there was indication that the plane was empty, Peep helped Olivia bring down her camera bag. It was up to this point, Olivia didn't take notice of his towering height but when she did, there was a slight grin on her face. The act of him being along side her was also comforting.

At the terminal, Olivia couldn't help but lift her camera:

At the click of her camera, Peep lifted his head causing him to bash fully look away while Olivia moved in close to show him the picture. Together, they took a glance at the women in the background and quietly shared a laugh. Moving on, it took them an additional 15 minutes to find the restroom then locate the luggage Drop-off section of the building.

"I told you it was this way, you didn't want to listen." Olivia brushed with a slight annoyance in her voice— Peep couldn't help but enjoy her company. It was refreshing, knowing that he didn't have to act or be a certain way. Once they gathered their things, the two made way to the entrance but along the way, they play  who-can-step-on-the-other's-foot game.

A few times, they bumped into strangers and Olivia was the one to apologize for their childlike behavior. However, it all came to stop when they were outside the airport.

"What in hell took you guys so long?" Wig questioned, "I though something sus happened."

Mark shook his head, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Peep didn't want to listen to me, we ran around the place looking for our luggage." Olivia revealed with a playful smirk on her face as she placed her luggage into the van's trunk then proceeded to put help put Peep's stuff in.

"Well— hurry, we have to get to the hotel then to the venue to set up." Mark commented, getting into the van.  Olivia and Peep shared an expression and Wigs could see there was something forming between them.

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Front the drive to the hotel, to checking in, and meeting up in the hallway— Olivia and Peep were almost vital to each other. They waited and reacted to at each other's motions— Mark could also seeing it and Wigs decided to act oblivious. There was hardly any speaking between all of them but Olivia and Peep were starting to share expressions in ways that made entire conversations notable between them. At times, Olivia would take pictures and show Peep—and that was about the only time they verbally spoke.

"That one's sick." "I think I like this one better." "Yeah, that one is sick, too."

Needless to say, Wigs and Mark were puzzled at the two being as they existed in a world that only involved them and no one else.

That  was until, they arrived at the venue, Peep was pulled to the back for sound check and deciding on the song list while Olivia was left to fiddle with her camera. Across the way, Wigs looked at her a few times— especially when Jacob hovered over her.

"Hey!"

At his voice, she was startled. "Oh— hey."

Jumping off  the stage, Jacob picked up a wire and began rolling it up. "So, how was your flight?"

Olivia was reminded of being suddenly pulled away from coach. "Oh— I

She didn't know how to word the time she spent with Peep. It felt surreal, actually.

"I almost though Peep threw you out the plane."

Again, Olivia was taken back as Jacob hoped back onto the stage to put the extra wire behind the dropped curtain and pull up another wire and held it out to her, "Can you connect this to the one on the floor?"

It wasn't the kind of question Olivia could refuse. Once, she pulled it in— a loud thud was heard through the speakers, indicating the set was almost ready.

"Now, speak into this microphone."

"I—

In that moment, Olivia knew there was something off about Jacob.

"Just do it, you owe me."

Olivia could've said no but also... she felt obligated.

"Just say one two three over and over." He suggested after placing the microphone into her hand, walking to the space behind the booths to finish setting up. In response, Olivia did as she was told. On the third try, her voice ramped through every corner of the venue.

At her voice, Peep came from backstage, "What are you doing with my mic?"

Jacob watched Peep walk onto the stage, approaching the edge to tower over Olivia who stood at the bottom of the stage, giving the illusion that she was so much smaller and delicate like a flower.

With a boyish smile, he crouched down. "Let's here you rap."

She remained motionless.

"Let's hear you rap something." He furthered.

The red of rosed emerged into her face, "I— can't."

"I like your cheeks."
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After the show, Olivia stayed up, picking out photos of orange and couldn't stop thinking of Peep's compliment— it nearly ate up her insides.

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