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the days since reese had moved in with olivia were difficult, to say the least. one would assume that it would be less of problem considering they saw each other twice a day at max, but even the ghost of her presence had him staring at the floor and pondering if he’d made a mistake. of course, he was thankful even if pained, a place to sleep was more than he deserved from olivia. the blistering august heat had cooled down for the day once the sun went behind the hills of rocky springs, and as soon as reese had returned to the shared apartment he’d made a beeline for a cool shower. wrapping a towel around his waist and seeing that olivia was in fact, not home yet, he crosses the open space and heads toward the kitchen to grab one of the three beers that he’d stuck in the fridge over a week ago. 

that was one of the conditions he’d made for himself - minimal drinking in the apartment, for the both of their sake. exhausted eyes move to sweep over the living room, bottle placed to his lips and shoulder resting against the kitchen wall. it was such a stagnant place to stand in, leaving him with an odd sense of dissociation as the room seems to shrink in size. he hated being alone. he always had, and he always would. then again, whenever he did happen to encounter his new roomie, the awkward silence was enough to drive him to insanity. in the end he’d either release a sentence that would make himself want to kick himself in the face, or say nothing at all. fingers are reaching for his phone so he can check his messages ( and send one to the group chat for the band - rehearsal tomorrow, don’t forget. ; / )  he takes baby sips of the beer in hand, body moving to sit at the small island extension of the kitchen and continues to scroll through various social media apps till landing on instagram. 

party, party, selfie, marriage proposal - jesus christ it’s that time huh, party, baby - BABY ? he really needed to keep up with people from high school more.

summer had always seemed like the slowest season to olivia, the hours stretching and stretching, minutes passing by as languid and slow as honey dripping from the edge of a spoon. most of the time she felt like she had too many things to do, and too much time to do it. or perhaps she only felt so busy because ever since she’d been letting reese stay with her, all olivia did was find reasons and excuses to be out of her own apartment. it was almost funny how fast her space had stopped feeling like it belonged to her. those few moments they were home at the same time he was so big — he took up everything. and even when it was just her alone in the apartment, his presence was still overwhelming, as if she could turn around at any moment and see him towering behind her. there was a lingering pang of sorrow every time he wasn’t, but it was better than the awkwardness that suffocated them both whenever he was. 

today olivia had decided she’d grocery shop to keep her busy. of course, she hadn’t actually needed to buy much, and certainly hadn’t needed to be away from the apartment for as long as she had been, but she was killing time. it was only after the sun had begun to set that she’d made the trip home, a single reusable bag of groceries resting against her hip as she unlocked the door, expecting the place to be empty because it usually was. she was mapping out where to put the things she had bought away inside her head as she approached the kitchen. almond butter in the cupboard, peaches in the fruit bowl, lettuce in the fridge — the list stopped short. seated at the kitchen island was reese, shirtless, his dark hair still damp as if he’d just stepped out of the shower. her lips part, as if to say something, but she simply exhales. she notices the beer a moment after, already drunken from and sweating. she forces herself to swallow. 

there’s a lot she could say — you aren’t wearing clothes or even you’re drinking, but she doesn’t. instead olivia shifts the bag of groceries towards her other hip, hesitant to approach the island to set it down there “ you’re home,” she settles for instead, eyes sweeping over him again before she looks away, as if maybe she’d turn to stone for staring. and then “ i bought those chips you like, ” a confession that doesn’t sit well with him in front of her like that.

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hey its me......welcome to my blussy !

basically little miss olivia JSBJSBDJ was a foster kid who got adopted by a really nice couple bc they couldn’t have any kids of their own & they really wanted kids. she was just a few months old when they adopted her so she grew up believing that they were her Real parents bc they basically were !! it was good times for her

fast forward to when olivia was 10 & her parents decide to adopt another kid, this time a teenage boy. at first she was like….”wtf who’s this why is he in our house” but then she realized she had an older brother & she was Pumped !! but it didnt take long to realize olivia’s bro & her parents butted heads a lot & soon he became the basic problem kid who started acting out

it got really bad really fast for her bro like he fell in with the Worst of crowds & he became super angry with their parents bc he felt like they never really accepted him the way they accepted olivia. but despite his bad relations with the parents he really loved olivia /:

anyway when she was 13 her brother came home super drunk & he woke her up at like 2 am after the parents went 2 bed & told her they were gonna go get ice cream & to get in the car so olivia did bc she was scared & didnt know what was going on & basically he was trying to run away with her but instead he got into a head on collision with another driver Rip

olivia and her brother survived but after that he was arrested & incarcerated on charges of vehicular manslaughter & possession of illegal substances. her parents did nothing to help him after that they basically pretended he never existed which really confused oliva but she never questioned….it until she grew up. she was basically pronounced the Golden Child after that which she didnt mind bc she was just being herself /:

anyway fast forward again to her 18th birthday & her bro sends her a letter…so basically she starts visiting him in jail secretly after the letter & she does this until her bro accidentally lets it slip in one of their convos that she was also adopted & that her parents never told her

basically she flips out, leaves a note telling her parents shes gonna take sum time 2 study abroad, & runs away which is how she ended up in rocky springs JABXSSJWSD its been……six years !

personality wise olivia is very…deceptive in the way that she puts on a sunny / warm front despite everything going on with her. shes kinda like those dramatic ass classic literature heroines in the way that she’s still very kind but like…in a kinda melancholy way ?? SJXBJSBJBD that makes no sense but uh shes really into old hollywood movies & listens to jazz music & has a very big collection of foreign poetry books & she loves /: the stars a lot !!! reads random books from the library for fun facts.....literally dresses like shes living in paris…..berets and all ! shes relatively polite to almost everyone & keeps it that way unless she decides to open up to ppl for real for real which is pretty rare bc shes very quiet but if she does open up then shes just herself…whoever that is….SBXSBDJ  

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She was a very old soul in a very young body.

Nick Gatfield, qtd on AMY: The Girl Behind the Name (via wnq-music)

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So soft and cuddly. 💜

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She looked like a Saturday in October.

vodkaisthatyou (via jimiin)

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she was the real poetry.

Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps   (via primriose)

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