bbg ➵emlivia (finished)

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-emma-

something i forgot to tell, my mom makes me meet boys to 'turn me straight'.

there's these really attractive twin boys living next doors and our moms are really close. i really don't have a choice but to talk to them when my mom was over.

the older one, ethan and the younger one, grayson.

my mom has been eyeing ethan and i for a long time, but what she doesn't know, is that ethan and i have no interest in each other whatsoever.

ethan was the best. he understood that i loved olivia dearly and he would convince my mom to let us head out around the neighbourhood and meet the other kids living around the block.

olivia and i get to have some special time together, and ethan and grayson play freeze tag with the other kids.

we all go to the same highschool too.

2 years ago, olivia decided to retake sophomore year so we can both go through highschool together.

my mom of course didn't like her decision.

my mom called up our highschool and decided to demand that the school to not let me pick olivia as a dorm partner.

of course, this was an easy problem to solve as i picked ethan as my dorm room partner, and olivia picked grayson. easy.

right?

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the first day of school rolled around and i dressed nicely to leave good impressions to teachers in the school. i threw on a pastel yellow striped button-up and some light blue wash jeans, airforce ones and i put my hair in a bun.

"morning em," the twins said in sync as i climbed into their jeep. "how's life? have you seen liv recently?"

"yes actually," i smile. "we met up yesterday for a brief talk. forgot to plan back to school outfits though."

"girls do that?" grayson laughs and ethan laugh along.'

"we'll never know." ethan teased and i join along.

grayson turns the wheel and olivia's house came in sight. right then, olivia greeted her mom goodbye and ran towards the jeep.

holy she was gorgeous.

she wore a pastel pink button-up with an embroidered rose on her chest, light blue jeans that frayed at the bottom, and light pink airforce ones.

"morning baby," she said, her morning voice present. i smile.

"morning liv," i smiled. "i cant wait to see you everyday again."

"ew, gross," ethan shrugged playfully. "i lOve yOuuuuUUuUuUu" he teased.

all of us laughed in sync.

"i think we all picked the same electives," olivia threw on her backpack as we all walked through the halls of the school. olivia's hands find mine and we lock our pinkies.

"i think so," i smile, eyeing my schedule. "oh, you have to take extra acting when i catch up on movie production and video editing classes, and we both have empty periods on wednesdays, oh, we both have AP english classes on saturday, and all the others are the same."

"how are the twins?" olivia asks. "lets go check on them."

"um, you go do that," i let go of olivia's hand. "i wanna check on some of my other friends."

"sure," her smile fades just a little but regains immediately.

"don't be sad, i'll be back, very soon," i place a kiss on olivia's forehead.

i run off to the other direction and i smash into my close friend, amanda pavillard.

amanda and i have been close friends when olivia was a grade older. we passed notes during class and she's the only girl that my mom lets me hang out with.

"how's first day with your girlfriend?" she smirked and i rolled my eyes. she's such a tease.

"going well," i smile. "i'll have to head back, or liv's not gonna be happy."

we hug again, and i leave her with her group of friends.

-olivia-

emma is perfect.

there's no other way to describe it.

p-e-r-f-e-c-t

she's the only girl that could make me feel this way.

i turn to look at her as she talks to a very pretty friend, they were laughing.

her dark coloured hair flowed smoothly and i bit my lip, she was the hottest.

"i saw that," grayson teased me and i playfully punched him in the abs.

"shut the fuck up," he laughs and backs away with ethan. emma was now coming back.

"let's head to class shall we?" she takes hold of my hand and we walk slowly to first period.

-emma-

the teacher assigned seats and i ended up sitting with a bunch of strangers, which made me mad.

this is highschool, i think i could sit with whoever i want, can i?

anyways, class was boring as always, olivia and i shared glances every once in a while.

her long dark hair draped behind the chair, it was curled perfectly, aesthetically pleasing in some kind of way.

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i remember when i snuck out to the fields, this was a long time ago. there was a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and inside was a rusty mirror and a broken sofa.

olivia and i decided to make it our hangout spot.

we renewed the mirror and threw out the couch, and made it so it was cosy with pillows and a mattress. we repainted the cabin a pastel yellow, the roof brown. it was very pretty.

we would sit in front of this mirror we bought, and combed and styled each other's hair.

we'd braid each others hair, change into cute outfits, and cuddle.

olivia's hair was longer than ever before she trimmed it.

it went all the way down to her lower back, so it was really easy to braid because her hairs wouldn't fly out everywhere. i loved to put it in a bun, or just brush it straight. she looks adorable with any hairstyle.

the worst year of my life came and the cabin was forgotten, when i finally went to school, olivia told me that the trees there had been chopped down and the cabin was gone.

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class ended early so the teacher let us wander the campus, so olivia and i went and sat near the art wall, where there was an lgbtq+ section of artworks. one of my works was on there, it was an eye with the word equality in the iris and pupil, the white stuff of the eye was coloured purple.

"i'm proud of you for that," she pointed at the artwork on the board. "and lots of awesome things you've done. i love you."

"i love you more," i cupped her face and kissed her. olivia bit my bottom lip and i retracted away, shocked.

"i'm sorry-" she stutters and my cheeks turn red. "i didn't mean to bite it like that."

"its... fine," i stutter back, my face heating up more now. "i kind of enjoyed it anyways. should we head to our next class?"

we get up and strolled to art, without saying another word.