Loving Olivia

Chapter Twenty

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.
- Atticus

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"God you look fucking hideous." Macy laughs, throwing a plastic bag on my bed.

"I hate you." The bag is full with blue Gatorades, three packs of Starbursts, a box of Tylenol, pistachios, and a random assortment of chips.

"You do realize I can't eat any of this right?" I croak.

Last night I woke up throwing my guts up with a 103.6 temperature. I got the stomach bug. Freaking perfect.

"It's the thought that counts." She responds, giving me a toothy grin.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" I ask her, pushing the bag of stuff over so I can lay back down. I doubt she's doing this out if the kindness of her heart.

"Didn't feel like going. Plus I never did my Chem homework and didn't feel like getting detention today." She plops down in my spinny chair. "And I wanted to make sure you weren't dead. We have a very important game next week and we need our star player."

"You had all weekend to do that. I was finished by Friday night."

"Yeah well I'm not a Wiz Kid like you Liv. It takes longer for us simpletons to get out work done." She argues back.

"You've not even touched the homework."

"No comment." She smiles at me.

" You know it's funny how Noah just got over the stomach bug, and now you have it. Real funny." My cheeks redden at her comment.

"You just had it too asshole. Could have easily gotten it from you." I know I didn't get it from her but that's not the point.

She ignores my comment and flips my TV to Charmed. "Why isn't any of the gossip girls or your mom taking care of you?" She questions, opening a pack of Starbursts.

"Well Emma's not here to care anymore, Brooke and Al are avoiding me like I've got the bubonic plague, and mom had to work, as usual." Emma and Ben moved into their apartment last week, much to my dismay. But god did my sister have a butt load of boxes to move.

"Your mom couldn't take off?" I give her a dumbfounded look.

"Macy be real. It's my mom we're talking about here." I retort, feeling my stomach wound up in knots. She leaves the subject alone after that and climbs up into bed with me. She gets under the covers and scoots her body flush against mine.

I snuggle next to her a bit more, laying my head down on her shoulder.

"Do not puke on me. I'll murder you." She warns, grabbing one of my Gatorades.

"I'll try not to."

After a few minutes, she turns to me with wide eyes. "Are you pregnant??" Oh my freaking god.

"Pretty sure you can't get pregnant if you haven't had sex recently."

If I thought her eyes couldn't get any wider, they did. "You've not had sex yet??"

"No Macy. We've only been dating for a two weeks." I dead pan, focusing on the TV.

"You didn't even wait that long with Luke-"