YELLOW is the person who you are living for. the person who saved your life and the reason for your happiness.
"I dream slowly so that missing you doesn't come "(-perry poetry)
Being a mother of two lovely sunshines is something any woman would wi...
I was watching the kids while sipping my second glass of vodka when Owen stumbled toward me.
"HI beautifullll, I'm Owen. Have I seen you somewhere?" he asked, plopping down beside me.
"Hi, Owen. I'm Olivia. I live in the same apartment as your mom," I said with a smile. God, he looks adorable with that drunk face.
His eyes widened dramatically as he cupped his cheeks. "You know Hitler—the female version??"
"Yeah... I used to work at her bakery. And we live in the apartment that she owns."
"How are you still alive??"
"I don't know. Maybe because she loves me?"
"My mom doesn't even make me, her own son, cookies. How can she love you?"
"She makes a lot of cookies for me and my babies."
"You have babies?" he asked, blinking in confusion. How drunk is he exactly?
"Yeah. Why?"
"Are you single?"
"Yes," I said, looking at him. He's way too cute for his own good.
He immediately stood up, walked toward the dance floor, then spun around dramatically and walked right back.
"HEY beautiful, looking hot," he said as he sat next to me... again.
"Can I follow you home?" he blurted out.
"Umm, we live in the same apart—"
"'Cause my mom always told me to follow my dreams," he said proudly, taking my glass and drinking from it.
I snorted. Before I could respond, he leaned in with his best attempt at a smolder.
"Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?"
He tried to give me a sexy smirk. It ended up looking painfully adorable.
Suddenly, the music changed. Owen's eyes snapped to the dance floor.
"That's my favourite song!!" he yelled before sprinting off. I couldn't help but laugh. Ridiculous. Cute, but ridiculous.
Everyone was having fun when the music suddenly stopped. Jane whistled loudly.
"Alright, everyone, the campfire is ready. Please move over there," she said. I was honestly impressed that she and Old Lani hadn't fought yet.
"What?! You think the twins love you more than me?!" ...Spoke too soon.
"YEAH! I make cookies for them!!" Old Lani yelled back.
Here we go.
"WHAT?! You BRIBED them?! I can't BELIEVE this! Listen here, OLD B***H! They love me more because I keep them healthy with the delicious, nutritious fruits I send them every month! I CARE about their health!"
Old Lani gasped dramatically. "You send them FRUITS?! And YOU yelled at ME for bribing them?! And who are YOU calling a B***H, YOU—"
And then she punched Jane.
Everything paused. People stared. Thankfully, Sam stepped in.
"I'm sorry for the trouble. Please continue your party. This will fade away soon."
And somehow, everyone just... continued. I sat with the twins, who roasted marshmallows happily while the two women kept trying to destroy each other behind us.
Eventually, they tired themselves out and limped over.
"Okay, Ocean and River," Jane said sweetly. "Who do you love the most?"
The twins looked terrified. They turned to me. Smart kids.
"We love Mommy the most."
Both women groaned and glared at each other before collapsing on the log beside us while Bill and Sam rushed in with water and ice packs. Also smart.
Soon, someone started strumming a guitar, and the campfire songs, dances, and stories began. Old Lani and Jane got drunk again. Owen was still drunk—very drunk—but I lost track of him.
Last I saw, he was trying to ninja-slice a pineapple to "find SpongeBob." Why do drunk people always do that?
Oh—there he is. Sitting with all the kids, wrapped in a blanket, absolutely terrified by a horror story that wasn't even scary.
By the time we got home, everyone went straight to their rooms and passed out. I lay on my pillow thinking about the day.
I have to admit... Owen looked really, really cute.
