pretend ; graser10

chapter fifteen ; café

Olivia

I groaned when I heard my notifications ring. Now's not the time.

My mom just left the room after comforting me. She said that I probably just got it wrong and maybe Graser just really wanted to be friends. I'm still doubting that, though.

I tried ignoring it and turned my back from my phone. It didn't work at all, since my notifications just kept going. And going. And going.

I aggressively got my phone and turned it on. If this is nothing important, I will stab a cow. Preferably Rusher.

They were all from Twitter. There were a lot of tweets and follows. What the frickadoo was happening?

@OwlIvy ALL THE CUBE MEMEBRS FOLLWOED OYU IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU IM CRYIGN

Congrats to Olivia! ;) @OwlIvy

GIRL GIVE ME TIPS ON HOW TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEM PLS JDJAKKAPDBSKWOAOSNWO @OwlIvy

@OwlIvy I'm so jelly, even Graser followed you. :( Tell me your ways, queen!!!

What the actual fuck?

I turned on people I follow only and saw that they did all follow me. Why, though?

Only then I noticed the number two on my inbox. The first one was from Graser and the other? From Bayani.

I clicked on the one from Jordan first.

xBayani : Hey, Olivia! Happy birthday! I was just wondering... Do you maybe want to go to the cafe in front of your hotel tomorrow morning? Just the two of us. ;) I'm gonna be waiting there!

I stared at my screen in shock. Is this the Jordan, xBayanidood, asking me out? No way. I can't accept this, can I? I don't even like him like that, though. Maybe he's asking as friends...

I then went to Graser's message to see what he wanted to say.

Graser10 : Olivia. You told me that one day that you wanted a Graser follow for your birthday. Here it is. I know it hasn't been a happy birthday and I'm sorry. I ruined the day you were supposed to be happiest. I'm truly sorry. I will explain everything to you in person. Please. Small café across the street, ten in the morning tomorrow. Please, Ivy?

I felt my heart clench. Bayani or Graser?

 

The next morning, I woke up at eight feeling way better than I did when I headed to sleep.

I remembered the two messages from last night. They were both going to be there. Should I just stand them up both or go to one?

I got ready, deciding on the latter. I shimmied into my favorite floral sundress and wore gold sandals with them. I then put a crochet cream cardigan over it since it was kinda cold out.

I tied my hair into a regular ponytail, like always. That's all I actually do to my hair, it's either a pony or just down. I'm lazy, okay?

Getting my phone off the side table, I checked on Twitter to see that I have gained more than a thousand followers overnight. Is this all just because of the fact that they followed me? I frowned to myself, proceeding to my direct messages.

I reread both of the messages. I was kinda having second thoughts on if I should go or not. In the end, I just found myself in front of a tiny, adorable café across the street. What's there to lose?