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content - olivitra

DECIDED TO MIX THINGS UP A BIT

Plus I honestly enjoy this ship even though there's like 4 people who ship it but whatever.

Awkward lesbos.

Also I don't know what AU this is just flow with it dude. And if it gives some Hispanic/Italian/Central American vibes, blame 'The Road to El Dorado' soundtrack I was listening to the whole time writing this.

:)

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"Olivia, why are you wearing that?"

"Because it's my sister's wedding today and we're going whether you like it or not." Olivia sat next to Petra on the couch, trying to comb through her unruly curls, feet hanging off the edge. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse and skirt.

Petra frowned. "And you're just telling me this now?"

"Yes, because you never would've agreed to it otherwise. Strategy pays off."

Olivia flicked her shoulder when Petra groaned and grabbed her hands, hauling her to her feet. "Come on. We can go to one of those thrift shops and get you something nice since I know you don't have anything to wear."

Petra blinked, accepting this as a challenge. "If you want me in a dress you're going to have to force me in one. I'm not going to wear it willingly."

Her girlfriend sighed and proceeded to pin her hair back, only noticing Petra was gone when she asked her non-existent partner a question. Olivia scowled and trudged to the bathroom to get ready, muttering to herself why she wanted to date a boyish lesbian in the first place. And it wasn't just dresses. Petra didn't tolerate Valentine's Day unless she got food out of it, and for their first anniversary she'd surprised Olivia by taking her on a hike to get her out of the house, and proudly presenting a humorous card which Olivia found herself laughing at anyways.

She loved Petra, just the ginger was a little out of the ordinary and Olivia welcomed the constant changes in mood and interest as much as she was irritated by them.

By the time Olivia was done Petra had, in fact, found something to wear.

The dark-haired girl smothered a chuckle. "I don't know if I should say you look ridiculous, intimidating, or kind of hot. Where did you get this from?"

Petra grinned, clearly happy with her choice of slacks and a black button down shirt. "I stole the tie from Lukas when he wasn't looking last week. He's probably wondering where his tie is."

"Oh my god. You didn't."

"I did."

"You didn't even tie it right!" Olivia knotted the tie correctly before Petra could protest, pointing out her shirt wasn't tucked in, and, against all Petra's wishes, fixed her choppy hair since Olivia liked things to be done, not halfway finished. Petra messed it up again when she had her back turned. Olivia bought a colorful sprig of carnations and lilies to give to her sibling, then they found the nearest trolley heading out of the city.

On the way, Olivia explained that Petra was fine and her parents were perfectly accepting, so long as she didn't purposely antagonize them or do something stupid. "Jesse's going to meet up with us in a little bit. Actually, there he is now." She leaned out the window, waving excitedly.

"Hey! What took you so long?" Olivia called out.

Jesse raised a hand in greeting, then scrambled to get a seat directly behind them, wiping the dust off his pants. "You'll never believe it," he said breathlessly, hastily combing his fingers through his hair. "Reuben got into the goat pen and started chasing them. Took me an hour to track them down since he knocked the gate open."

Olivia almost laughed. She'd forgotten about the mischievous antics of Jesse's energetic brown and white spaniel, Reuben. At four years old he still behaved like a puppy. "Where is he now? I'd hate for you to go home just to find Rueben's ripped up your socks again."

"I convinced Lukas to do some dog sitting. He didn't want to do it at first, but then I told him I'd fix the fence in his backyard. That got him to accept."

Petra shifted so she could look at him. "So, why are you coming? Olivia didn't tell me shit about a wedding."

Olivia rolled her eyes and leaned into Petra's side. "It was for a good cause. Jesse used to visit a lot as a kid and my sister wanted him to play his mandolin. She loves listening."

She suddenly noticed Jesse's disheveled appearance. "Seriously? Not you too!"

Jesse raised his hands in defense, confused. "Woah, no need to get all nitpicky. What did I do this time?" He complained.

"First Petra, then you. Am I going to have to start dressing you all for occasions? Both of you are basically adults and you act like irresponsible teenagers! What's going to happen when you have to dress nice for something concerning your well-being?"

"Well," Petra shrugged. "Cheers to my well-being."

"Both of you are impossible," Olivia muttered, staring out at the scenery. Eventually the landscape began to resemble what she remembered as a child: low hills full of late summer grass and vibrant wildflowers, dotted with blooming dogwoods and elms. She could hear Petra talking with their short, witty companion behind her, and Jesse even brought out his mandolin to practice.

She fell into a state of half-consciousness, somewhat aware of her surroundings, lulled into it by the warm atmosphere, Petra getting so comfortable that she put an arm around her, and the background music of Jesse plucking at his instrument and taking requests from others on the same ride. He could sing quite nicely once he really tried, though Olivia remembered when he got notes mixed up and couldn't sing if his life depended on it. Confusion had held him back. Now she enjoyed listening to him.

Maybe Jesse wasn't confident, or neat, and didn't have even a remote understanding of the phrase, 'Think before you act,' but he had a creative, intuitive spirit that Olivia didn't see a lot. Whoever would get him, if he didn't stay single, would be a lucky person indeed.
That person would probably be Lukas, she mused, recalling Jesse's awkward efforts to pull them closer together, which included doing favors and always bringing another stack of books that the blonde could add to his collection. Olivia would be lying if she denied there was some sort of connection between them. She wanted to see how the two would turn out.

But she had a wedding to prepare herself for. "Damn it! I forgot the speech at home!"

"Don't worry about it, Liv."

"How about you say that when you're really stressed and--"

"You know, I like this." Petra murmured, kissing her forehead.

". . .Like what?"

"This. Sitting with you. I like it."

"Mmm." Olivia sighed, knowing she had no control of the past, tucking her head against Petra's shoulder and intertwining their fingers. "Me too."

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Since it's summer and I need stuff to do I'm starting one of those writing prompt thingys :D

Most of them won't be ships, just, you know, short stories.

I'll try to get one a day published as long as I'm at my mom's, and at the least there's probably going to be two a week.

Summer is great for creativity.

\'3'/