Spelivia , an All American fan fiction

Chapter>7

Spencer POV:

I'm putting on my hoodie when I see Liv come into the room, she rushes to my side to help me finish putting it on since I was struggling without my other arm. She holds the other side of my body up and I wrap my uninjured arm around her holding onto her since she was putting the other in the sleeve of my hoodie. Once she was done, I still held onto her not wanting her to leave me in her alone any longer than I already have been, I missed her.

"Thanks Liv it would have taken me forever by myself."

"Welcome, let's go I know that this place gives you the creeps. Where do you want to have breakfast?"

"Just home, can you make me some eggs?"

"Omelette scrambled or over easy?"

"Come on Liv, you know me."

"I know I know omelette , but I thought maybe staying in the hospital this long changed you" she joked and I glared at her.

"Nah, I'm fine since you're here now I can battle off the weird vibes that this place gives me."

She gave me a look that I couldn't read before I opened her door for her.

"My lady" I said and she smirked,

"Am I really now?"

"You've always been, there were just some distractions in the way..."

"Hmm is that so?"

"Yes ma'am , now about those eggs?"

"Oh shit, my bad I forgot you haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon after surgery. Let's go!"

We headed home only stopping at the necessary lights that we had too. We pull into the driveway and see Jordan's car, I sigh looking at Liv as she smiles. I just know she's going to question him like crazy while she's making my omelette, he probably will want some too and she'll be making both of us breakfast.

That's how it is almost every weekend, but you know it's normal to us so I don't mind it. I usually do the dishes when I first got here, but they insisted that I used the dishwasher. I finally started using it and haven't stopped since, it really does make the dishes take a significantly shorter amount of time.

I walked into the house heading straight for the kitchen needing something to snack on while Liv makes my breakfast. I stand beside the fridge having flashbacks of when I dropped the orange juice pitcher even though everything is all cleaned up now, and I know that I have Liv to thank for that. She probably knew that I would be going through a hard time right now, but this time I have her to support me. I didn't last time because she was dealing with Asher and everything that he was doing to sabotage himself.

Whatever, it's cool because we were both distracted. That's the only way that I let that relationship slide. I was on his side trying to get Liv to be more understanding to him, but when he pulled that shit at the cotillion, I said fuck all of that.

How dare he try to embarrass her after she was just given an award, like he was drunk or high that night? He didn't look like he was either, but for his sake I hope that he was so that he didn't pull that bullshit with an untainted and clear mind, now that's really what would be embarrassing.

Olivia walked into the kitchen hanging her keys on the wall with the hooks where everyone puts their keys in this house, except for me because I don't have a car. I looked at her as she smiled back at me softly opening the door of the refrigerator and getting out the egg container and the shredded cheese. I got out of my chair wanting to do something , I would feel like a bum if I didn't help her in any way that I could. I walked into the pantry getting out the salt and pepper and some garlic powder since I put it on everything anyways.

I sit the seasonings beside her while she gets out the pan that she's going to make the omelette in. I go back into the pantry and get the olive oil , since I don't like cooking spray, I would rather use olive oil because it's better for you in so many other ways.

I went behind her and sat the oil down beside the pan turning on the eye and pouring about a table spoon and half in the pan and moving it until the bottom of the entire pan was coated in a thin layer of oil. Doing your pan like this will make sure that none of the egg sticks creating the perfect omelette for yourself. Liv always struggled with the even layer of oil and cracking the eggs so I always helped her with those parts.

I stood beside her reaching over her arm to help her crack the egg that was in her hand currently. She was peeling it like it was a hard boiled egg which made me smile, she always got egg shells in the bowl, but she was best at the cooking part, I was best at everything else.

I walk closer to her, standing behind her again now, wrapping my injured arm around her waist while I cracked the egg with the other. I hit it on the side of the bowl and it broke in half evenly and I let both the yolk and the egg itself. I wrapped my now free hand around her as well since she was shaking slightly,

"You need me to turn the heat on?"

"No, I'm okay, thank you for cracking the egg, I just need to stick to cooking huh?" She smiled looking to the side at me since my chin was on her shoulder now.

"No no, you just have to practice it that's all, I've had seventeen years worth, so you could say I'm a pro."

"Thank you again Spencer, for everything."

I looked at her trying to break down what she meant by that but her face coming closer to mine stopped my thoughts all together.

What is she doing?

A/N: I wrote this chapter in less than 30 minutes, so if it's bad let me know and I'll update tomorrow too since I think this one is bad!

Love you all and stay safe!!

-xo,Steph