Lost in time G.D E.D

Part 15

"I'm so glad you could make it!" Tori claps as I approach her and my mother by the hill.

My mom lookes disapproving at Patrick watching me from the main doors.

"Were gotta take my car since Tori can't drive yet," mom points at the same Charger we drive in 2017.

It looks so much nicer now rather than the piece of shit in our garage.

"I'm working on it," Tori huffs and heads for the passenger side. I sit behind mom just like I did growing up.

"Hey Olivia, are you going to the Valentine's day dance?" Mom asks me, damn, she asks the same shit in the future.

I give her the same answer I do in the present, "No,"

"Oh come on, you gotta like one of those guys you hang along with," Tori looks at me sweetly.

"Nope," I shake my head quickly.

"Even Tori found a date, Olivia it will be fun," Mom pouts.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The sophomore pouts.

"Nothing, I'm just saying Olivia is the only lonely one in the car," Mom shrugs.

"Maybe I'll ask Patrick as a friend," I huff. I guess he's better than my teacher,

well gross since Patrick is my murderers dad too.

"Ew not Patrick Brown," Mom shudders.

HA FUCKING HA, you sent me off to practically live with him four years from now.

"Why not Patrick?" I glare a little.

"He's weird, I don't think you should hang around with any of those guys," she shakes her head.

"Sammy you're not her mother," Tori reminds. I clasp my hand over my mouth and contain my laughter from the irony.

We drive to the mall and they reveal that they're shopping for dresses for the dance they were discussing.

"C'mon Liv, I'll buy your dress if you go," Mom persists. Thank god she's not actually like this in the future.

"I would only go with a guy as a friend. It doesn't even seem fun," I whine.

I never went to one dance in my 4 years at School. And in my first round in 99 I didn't go to any of the dances then.

"Grayson seems nice, quiet, but nice," Tori points out yet my mother scoffs.

"Stop it," I tell her before turning back to Tori, "Dances aren't quite his thing,"

"I'll find a date for you if you don't," Mom decides. Unlike My dad, she hasn't found a way to be denounced as a parent.

When I return home mom will still be mom while My dad will stay Jake.

"I'll ask, okay?" I roll my eyes just annoyed. I'll ask Patrick first, James possibly if he says no.

Tori and Mom walk around looking at racks of dresses. "Go pick something," Mom urges me.

"I don't really wear dresses," I admit. I prefer to just wear normal tshirts and skinny jeans, maybe a skirt for special occasions.

"Girl you're making this harder than it needs to be. Whats your favorite color?"

"Purple," I shrug.

"Theres a purple rack right there," she points away from the pink one shes at. I walk over and look through them. Most are cut weird and too low.

After a couple of minutes I tell her I couldn't find one.