a/n - please vote <3

10 minutes until the new year. 10 minutes until i kiss olivia rodrigo, the girl i've hated for years.

olivia's leg starts bouncing up and down as she overhears the people singing karaoke announce there was 10 minutes until the new year. "so, tell me more about you, parker," olivia says. "i... still like to cook," i say. "you've never cooked for me," she says. "never got the opportunity," i answer. "true," she says, "how good are you?" "i am... gordan ramsey that can shoot webs and be a real life spider," i smile. "you keep setting your expectations high," olivia laughs. "i won't disappoint."

1 minute. i look around, seeing more people than before. i look over at olivia, and she was already looking at me. We stare at each other for what seems like eternity, before everyone starts to count down from ten.

"3, 2!" 

before everyone could even yell out one, i surge forward, capturing olivia's lips, my hand sliding under my jacket on her, placing my hand on her waist. olivia kisses back passionately, and i deepen the kiss, shutting my eyes tight as olivia's hands go to my jaw. 

fucking fireworks.

we pull away, breathless as the fireworks burst in the sky. olivia and i keep our foreheads together, breathing harshly. "was that an okay kiss?" i ask. "you've outdone yourself, parker," olivia whispers. "well, i think i understand why people have new year kisses now," i smile, kissing olivia's cheek before sitting up straight again. i take a deep exhale, smiling at the fireworks.

after the fireworks ended, we all decide to go home. i stand up from the stone, olivia standing up too. she gives me a smile, and we jog up to the others, following behind. i feel my lips with my fingertips, smiling and walking beside olivia. "did you just wipe your lips?" olivia asks. "no," i say. "you sure?" "i didn't, i swear," i say, chuckling. we realise we're parting ways from where they parked, and we stop on the sidewalk. 

we face the others, and i look at olivia. we both smile at the same time. "we should really hang out more," billie says. we all agree, and we say bye. i hug conan and iris, looking at olivia. i chuckle, hugging her tighter than i did with conan, iris and madison. "thank you for the kiss," olivia whispers in my ear. "my pleasure," i whisper back.

i get home, falling onto my bed. i pick my phone up, seeing a text from olivia 20 minutes ago. she was continuing the conversation we had 2 nights ago that she never replied to. i start to type.

'good timing on this conversation u replied so quick!' 

olivia sends a laughing/crying emoji, going to type again.

'sorry, been busy'

i look at my screen, not sure to what to say. i start to type again.

'surely since it's a new year you can hang out with me?' 

desperate much, y/n? 

'i'm free tomorrow actually' 

'wanna come to mine? i can cook you an amazing dinner' 

'i'd love to, what time?' 

'4?' 

'perfect, see you then :)' 

olivia likes my message, and i turn my phone off, plugging it into my charger and laying down.

i walk around my room, waiting for olivia to knock on my door. i see an expensive canon photography camera, picking it up for the first time in a bit more than a year. i take the lens off, looking through it. i scan around the room, smiling as i put the camera down from my eye. i sit on the couch in my bedroom, going through the photos i had previously taken. i smile at the photos of landscape in general, most of them taken as i was swinging. some photos were of zendaya, billie and i, some of tony and i. some of olivia and i.

i stop at a photo i took of olivia. she was holding a large strawberry ice-cream on a waffle cone, eyes closed and smiling widely with a spoon in her mouth. i smile, and i hear a knock. i place my camera down on the couch, walking to the door.

i open the door, smiling, "hey, come in, oatmeallover." olivia laughs, walking in and taking off her shoes. she places them on the shoe shelf. "why're you dressed like that?" i laugh, looking at olivia's crop top and jeans. "what, bad outfit?" she asks. "no, i told you i'm gonna cook you dinner tonight, i'd want you to be comfortable," i say, walking to the kitchen as she follows. "i am comfortable," she says. "you sure? i can give you clothes if you want," i say, pulling out a kitchen stool for olivia. she sits down, and i push her in more. "i'm okay, thanks though." i nod, walking to the other side of the kitchen counter, "so... homemade pasta? completely from scratch." "i'd love that," olivia grins, "i've never had pasta from scratch." "first time for everything," i say, taking out three bowls, flour and eggs.

after separating the egg yolks from the whites, i pour the flour on the table, making a well. "do you wanna help?" i ask olivia. "i don't wanna mess up," she chuckles. "you won't, come over here," i say. she stands up, standing beside me and leaning against the bench. "okay, you can pour in the egg yolks," i smile. olivia picks up the bowl, pouring it into the hole. "now you can break the yolks with this," i hand her a fork, and she holds the fork up straight, starting to break the yolk. "be more gentle, rodrigo," i say. "how?" olivia laughs.i put my hand on top of hers, breaking the yolk slowly. after breaking all of them, we start to mix it together.

after making a dough, i wrap it in plastic wrap, setting it to the side. "how long do we leave it for?" olivia asks. "30 to 60 minutes," i say.

after waiting, i take out the pasta, dividing it. i sprinkle the flour on the table, placing the dough on top. i hand the rolling pin to olivia. "roll it out," i say. she nods, starting to roll the pasta out.

after rolling it out into a thin dough, i take out a pasta maker. "this is fancy," olivia smiles. "i know," i laugh, "okay, feed it into here." olivia carefully puts the dough in, the maker cutting it into strips. we do this for the rest of the dough.

i place olivia's bowl of pasta in front of her, sitting opposite after placing my bowl down. "this looks amazing," olivia says, looking up. "try some," i say, "and if you say it tastes bad, that's on you because you did some of this work." she laughs, picking up her fork. i watch as she twirls the pasta around her fork, taking it in her mouth. her eyes widen, and she smiles as she chews.

she holds her index finger up for me to wait for her to finish her bite, "that was incredible." i smile, "told you, glad you like it." "can you be my personal chef?" she asks, smiling back. "and spend the whole day with you? i pass," i say, chuckling.

another a/n - literally watched a tutorial on how to make pasta to write this scene😭 also another new years kiss because they're superior