Family means more.

Chapter. 2. Princess

I've been with Olivia for a a week now and it's been the worst week ever! All I want to do is go home. I have to admit though, Noah is kinda growing on me. I was playing with him for awhile before I had to go to school. My first day was terrible...

I return "home" to see Olivia there (surprisingly). "What are you doing here" I ask and she sighs.

"Noah's in hospital" she says and I know she wants to cry, but I know she won't, not in front of me at least.

"Oh I'm sorry" I say but to be honest I just want some food, the school lunch is terrible. "So..." I trail waiting for her to do something, say something. She gots up and walks to her room. The door slams behind her and I sit on the couch and sigh, why am I stuck here. I could be stuck anywhere and it had to be here.

Two hours later.

Olivia enters the sitting room teary eyed. I want to ask her if she's OK but I figure why bother? She won't tell me anyway. "I'm sure he's fine it'll pass" I say. I know I'm no doctor but I've had a chest infection and I'm perfectly fine...well.... If you count being stuck here as fine then I suppose it'll do. By the look on her face I realised it was worse than that.

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Olivia took me out to get ice-cream which I found unusual. We just sat there eating our ice-cream in silence. "Olivia?" I asked and she nodded in response. "I'm sorry I'm being such a princess" I began. (I would say brat but come on me? A brat. Please). "I know you're upset about Noah and I'm just making things worse. I always make things worse" I sighed looking down.

"You shouldn't.think.like that" she said before having another spoonful of ice-cream.

"Well it doesn't matter, I've already been told many times" I said looking down

"You just have.... high expectations that's all.... It's not a bad thing" she said softly.

"Why are you so nice to me? I was so horrible towards your lifestyle but you ignored that and were kind to me anyway" I said in confusion.

"Well.your parents trusted me to take care of you so that's all.I'm doing" she simply stated.

"But you don't have to be.nice to me. All you.have to do is make sure I don't die with you right?"

"Arianna. I care about you. Taking care of someone isn't just making sure they don't die. I mean sure that's a pretty big part of it but I'm talking about your emotions. Everyone needs someone who cares" she said and tears streamed my face.

"My parents don't think that way. Sure they gave me clothes and shoes but they don't listen or care" I said now in tears.

"I'm sure they do. Maybe if you told them they'd understand" she suggested.

"Maybe..." I trailed.

"Don't get down in yourself. If they didn't care they wouldn't go through all this trouble to keep you safe" she said and I suppose she had a point.

"Thanks Liv" I said hugging her tightly.

"Anytime" she replied as we pulled away. "So you up for another round?" she asked making me smile.

"You know it" I said. I felt a lot better talking. I know I can be a bit of a snob but I'm just surprised Olivia excepts me. She doesn't care if I make mistakes or spill ice-crean on my new clothes. She's the perfect example of a real mother. Maybe being stuck here isn't so bad after all.
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