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we walk up the starts again. "these stairs will be the death of me," she mumbles. "first world problems, right?" i laugh. she gives a short laugh, and we walk to the kitchen. "i feel bad, you're always cooking," olivia says, sitting on the kitchen stool. "cooking's, like, my favorite thing to do, don't feel bad," i say, turning on the sink and washing my hands. "if you say so," liv says. "by the way, are conan and iris allergic to anything? should've asked before," i ask. "no, they're not," she says.

i take everything out of the fridge, washing them, "wanna help me? burgers are fun to make." "sure," olivia stands up, walking over. "okay, wash your hands," i say. i get out the beef mince, placing it on the table. "we need 6 patties," i say, i make one beef ball, showing liv. "about this size," i say. "okay," she says, ripping out some beef and making it the same size, looking over at the ball i made. "while you do that, i'm gonna put the fries in the air fryer, they should be done when we're done making the burgers," i say. after we portion the patties, i place them in the fridge.

i start to cut the lettuce on the chopping board as olivia washes her hands. olivia watches me, "that's satisfying." "cutting lettuce?" i chuckle. "yeah," she responds. "okay, you can cut tomatoes, right?" i ask. "yes, i can cut tomatoes," olivia laughs, "your expectations are so low for me!" "i'm just asking," i say, sliding over 3 tomatoes. i get a chopping board and a knife for her placing it in front of olivia. "okay, just cut these into slices, the knife is really sharp so be careful," i say. "got it," liv says, starting to cut it. i move the lettuce to the side, getting the onion. i slice the onion, making the sauce, then getting out the buns. i butter them, placing them on the pan, checking them every few seconds. "okay, i'm done," liv says. "okay, could you grab the patties from the fridge?" i ask, not pointing out how long it took her to cut the tomatoes. she gets them out, standing beside me as she puts them on the kitchen counter beside the stovetop. "patties is a funny word," liv smiles. "yeah, it is," i laugh. after the buns were cooked to a golden brown, i place them on a wooden board. "now, what you wanna do is squish the beef down to make a patty," i say. olivia gets a separate plate, squishing one down. "is that a good size?" she asks. "a little more," i say. she squishes it down a little more. "okay, perfect." she does that three times, and i use those three patties, adding them onto the pan as she does the other three. 

i add salt and pepper to the patties as it cooks, olivia watching. i add a little bit of butter for extra flavor too. i turn the heat down, letting them cook as i get another pan, adding the onion. "should we caramalize them?" i ask olivia. "i don't know what that means," she laughs. "it's adding more flavor with brown sugar," i smile. "okay, sure," she says. "alright, add some brown sugar, i'll tell you when to stop," i say. olivia starts to scoop brown sugar in, and i tell her to stop. i add some balsamic vinegar in, and hand a spoon to olivia, which she mixes on low heat. i add the cheese slices on top of the patties as they cook, transferring it to a plate after. i do the same with the other patties. after the onion cooks, i turn off the stove top. "okay, wanna help put the lettuce on?" i ask. liv smiles, walking over. we put the lettuce on the patty first, then the tomato, pickles, then the patties. i use a spoon to spread out the sauce on the patty, handing it over to olivia, which she does for the other three. we place the burgers together on the board. i look at olivia, and we both smile at the same time. "it looks amazing!" olivia exclaims. i put both my hands up, and olivia high fives me. i get my camera, taking a picture of the burgers before placing my camera on the counter and taking out the fries, which were perfect. i smile, portioning them onto each plate evenly. olivia and i take them to the dining table. i pick up my phone, calling zendaya, "lunch is done!" "okay, coming!" i hang up, smiling at olivia. i look away, getting glasses for everyone.

everyone starts to compliment the burger. "olivia helped this time as well," i smile. "i helped with the onions and cutting tomatoes, that's literally all," she laughs. "you helped with the presentation too!" i smile, picking up a fry. "who would've thought olivia was capable of that? she doesn't even know the other types of eggs beside scrambled," conan laughs. i look at olivia, mouth dropping. she laughs, "hey! i was never taught different types of eggs!" "i can't believe you right now, rodrigo," i laugh, "i'll show you tomorrow, we can make some." "are these, like, cooking dates?" zendaya asks. i chuckle, shaking my head, "it's cooking with a friend." "sure..." billie chuckles. 

i walk to wet bar. i pull out a drawer, then another to see what was there. "19... rounds to 20... rounds to 21," i whisper to myself, "perfectly legal." i make a negroni from a tutorial on youtube, downing it in a few swallows. "shit, that's good. a little bitter, but good," i say, looking at the empty cup. "one more won't hurt."

i make another negroni, placing an orange slice in. i drink it again. "one more for variety."

i decide to make a sex on the beach, chuckling at the name.

i pour it into a short glass, taking a cautious sip. i roll my eyes at how good it is. "maybe i should be a full-time bartender," i say, drinking it.

i walk up the stairs, stumbling slightly as i look down. "damn stairs," i groan, reaching the fourth level.

olivia's pov
i lay in bed, hearing heavy footsteps. my door was ajar, and someone pushes it open all the way. y/n walks in weirdly, closing the door with quite harshly. "hey, it's almost 1 in the morning, what're you doing walking around noisily and slamming doors?" i smile, turning off my phone and paying full attention to y/n. she walks to my bed, unable to walk straight. "are you okay?" i ask. "perfectly fine," she slurs her words, her leg hitting my bed frame, making her fall onto the bed. "what are you doing?" i whisper. "nothing, can't i see you?" she looks up, tiredly with a cheesy smile. 

she shuffles, laying beside me as she stares at the ceiling. "you smell like alcohol," i say. "no i don't," she responds. "oh my god, y/n. have you been drinking?" y/n quickly covers my mouth, "now you're being loud," she laughs, taking her hand off and drops it on her stomach. "you're not even legal!" i whisper yell. "so what? i'm not going anywhere, no one has to know," she whispers the last part, "plus, i've done it before." "okay, you don't need to tell me that," i say, closing my eyes. "sleepy already?" she asks. "no," i respond, opening my eyes. she was now sitting up, looking at me. "sick of me?" she frowns. "no," i respond. "i bet you are," she laughs drunkenly, "you get bored of me easily." "what? no i don't, what makes you think that?" i ask. "you broke up with me," she laughs again, as if it was a laughing topic.

i sigh, "y/n, you said you forgave me." "i did. doesn't mean i can't talk about it," she says, leaning down. "i don't get bored of you," i admit, even though she probably wasn't gonna remember this in the morning.

she chuckles, "okay." "are you gonna sleep now, or..." "not tired," she responds, smiling, "so, i wanna ask you about something." "go ahead," i say. "i was walking past your room last night, and i heard you playing this really fucking depressed song on the piano," she says. "which one?" i ask. "the one that went like... i didn't mean it, baby!" she sings emotionally. "oh," i whisper. "was that about me? be honest," she says. "maybe," i say, "maybe not." "well that's helpful," y/n groans, "that's a yes. no one says maybe, maybe not when it's a no." "so what if it was about you?" i say. "nothing, jeez, i was just asking," y/n mumbles. "i didn't mean it in that way," i say, "sorry." "it's cool," y/n says, laying back down. "are you sleeping here?" i ask. "can i?" "depends," i say. "on?" "if sober y/n would think this is a good idea." "well, sober y/n is y/n and drunk y/n is still y/n so i say yes," she says, rolling over to me. she lays on top of me, smiling as she places her face inches from my face. we keep eye contact with each other. 

"remember when we almost kissed in the snow today?" she laughs, the alcohol smell travelling to my nose. "you should probably stop talking," i say, "before you say something you'll regret tomorrow." "so you're saying you think i regret addressing the elephant in the room?" she asks, laying her head on my chest. "for someone so mature, you can be pretty immature when you're drunk," i say. "i'm not being immature, you're being immature, oatmeallover," she says. "whatever," i smile. "rodrigo?" y/n says. "yeah?" i respond. "can you wrap your arms around me?" she asks, "you know, like you did when you stayed the night at mine. i liked it." i smile, "are you sure?" "yes," she nods on my chest. i wrap my arms around her, closing my eyes, "please don't vomit on me." "i won't," y/n laughs. "thanks," i whisper, trying to fall asleep. "just... don't try have sex with me now or something," she says casually. "what?" i blurt out, opening my eyes. "i said to not have sex with me now," she says again. "why would i..." i start to panic, "don't tell me someone's-" "no! gosh, rodrigo," y/n laughs, "no one's had drunk sex with drunk me before." "are you sure?" i ask. "yes." "promise?" "promise," she says. i take a deep breath, closing my eyes. "one more thing," y/n says. "what is it?" i ask. "would you say yes if i asked you out again?"  she asks.  "y/n... we shouldn't be talking about this now. not when you're in this... state of mind." "i'm just scared you're gonna hurt me again."

i sigh. "but hey, ironic i say that since i'm laying on top of you now," she chuckles. "i'm sorry," i apologize, "i don't know how many times i need to say it for you to believe that i've changed." "you have changed. you've gotten a lot hotter," y/n says. i decide to lighten the mood. "oh, so you're saying i wasn't hot before?" i smile. "you were always hot, olivia rodrigo," she says. i give a quiet laugh, "we should sleep." "you're not gonna say it back?" she asks. "you're hot, y/n parker, i smile. "thanks. goodnight," she says. "goodnight."