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9:21pm

girl from cruise <3

11 days ago

sorry i haven't been answering your calls!!

it's okay :))

how's filming?

*delivered*

9 days ago

are you okay?

*delivered*

5 days ago

liv? 

*delivered*

2 days ago

can't tell if you're 

ignoring me or you're busy

did i do something wrong?

*delivered*

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i furrow my eyebrows, swiping out of the olivia's messages and going to reply to madelyn

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9:22pm

my madelyn

no text back from olivia?

also you're going to the massive 

party tn right

no, no text back

and yes i'm getting ready now

damn wonder what happened

haven't talked in almost 2 weeks

maybe she's just busy

too busy to send a 

'hey sorry i'm busy' text?

who knows :(

wish i knew

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i get up, going to my closet.

(no bag or glasses)

an hour later, i get in the car, driving to rudy pankow's house. "since when does he throw big parties?" i wonder to myself, chuckling. i park a few houses down as other cars have taken the closer spots.

i walk up to the door, already hearing the upbeat music as i opened my car door. opening the door, there were already a crowd of people blocking it. "excuse me please," i say, squeezing through them. "you made it!" rudy yells over the music, holding a bottle of beer. "and you're... getting drunk already?" i ask, laughing. "not even drunk! this is my first of many bottles tonight. feel free to get one yourself!" he says, pointing to the concerning stack of beer bottles. "no, i'm good thanks!" i say, mentally wincing at the taste of beer.

"y/n!" i turn around, seeing gracie. "hey gracie, didn't know you were rudy's friend!" i say, hugging her. "just a mutual.. friend of his friend." gracie says, swirling her red plastic cup around. "what's in that?" i ask, looking into her cup. "beer, halved it with olivia."

i tilt my head to the side, unsure what i just heard. "olivia's here?" i ask, gracie nodding. "i thought she was still in salt lake." "no, she goes back in 3 days. she's been here for almost a week, has she not texted you?" "no, she hasn't replied to my texts in like a week and a half." gracie nods slowly, and our eyes go to the figure walking up to us. "gracie!" 

olivia's eyes go to mine, and we lock eye contact. "oh..." she whispers, lips formed as if she were to blow a whistle. "what're you doing here?" she asks. "what are you doing here?" i ask back, moving a little back. gracie switches her eyes between the both of us, staying silent. "and why haven't you been responding to my texts or calls?" i ask another question, olivia taking another gulp of her beer. "you see... there's this thing called avoiding a person. normally happens when the person who's ignoring the other person doesn't wanna talk to them. the other person that's being ignored should've got the idea and stopped texting them." my mouth falls open as well as gracie's, both of us shocked at what she said. "are you serious?" i ask, hoping she's joking. "mhm." she takes another drink, and gracie clears her throat. "she doesn't mean it, y/n. she's just dr-" "i do mean it y/n. you keep texting and calling me!" "well sorry i'm worried about my girlfriend!" "that's the problem y/n, you worry too much! sometimes i just need a break from you!" i swallow, taking it all in. "what's gotten into you, olivia? this isn't the girl i met on the cruise, or the girl i kissed a few weeks ago," i mutter, looking down. "then maybe you don't know me at all." 

olivia and i stare at each other for a few seconds, before she breaks the silence. "can we just break up?" she asks, pretty annoyed. "mhm," is all i manage to say, before walking past her. i squeeze my way back out of the house, walking to the car quickly, partly because of how cold it was, and partly because of the tear that ran down my cheek.

i change my pillowcase as the other one got worriedly wet from my tears, laying back in bed as i pull the blanket up. my bedroom door opens behind me, and my heart drops as i hear timothee's voice. "y/n? before you say anything, just remember you gave me the spare key." he says cautiously. i don't answer, and i feel the weight shift to the other side of my bed. "gracie texted me." he whispers. "i don't wanna talk about it," i whisper back. cold air rushes under the blanket as timothee pulls it up, laying down, my back facing him. "then we don't have to." i sigh, wiping my tear with my hand. i face timothee, who gives me a sympathetic look. he opens his arms, which i shuffle into as he wraps them around me. "mine if i stay here the night?" "please." 

timothee's pov

i carefully pull out my phone, seeing messages from gracie.

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11:21am

Gracie Abrams

i'm really sorry timothee

i really hope y/n is okay

(12:02am)

all good

(11:21am)

is she okay?

not sure, she's asleep

how's olivia

idk haven't seen her since the party

idk what got into her, she really

did like or even love y/n

i feel so bad

don't worry about it gracie

i'm sure it was for the best

i really liked them together tho

ever since they met on the cruise

🤷‍♂️

she's up, ttyl?

tell her i'm sorry :(

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"timothee," y/n whispers, still tired. "don't worry y/n, i'm still here." "i love you. thank you." i smile, hugging her tighter. "love you more."

y/n's pov

after a few minutes, i sit up, going to instagram on my phone. "you serious?!" i say, seeing olivia unfollowed me. "no way..." timothee says, leaning over to see my phone. i go out of her 'following' and unfollow her. then i go to her private account, seeing she already removed me as her follower. "at least you don't have to unfollow her private yourself," timothee tries to look on the bright side. 

we go in timothee's car, going to brunch. "anyone ever tell you that you're the bestest friend ever?" i say, smiling. "only a hundred times, but it's more special when it comes from you." we both smile. arriving at the restaurant, we get out of the car. 

i order french toast, timothee ordering pancakes. i cut off a piece for him, timothee doing the same to his pancakes. we swap, smiling. i place the pancakes in my mouth, nodding. timothee does the same, giving a thumbs up. "haven't had french toast in forever." timothee says, cutting his pancakes. "neither." 

we walk out of the restaurant after timothee insisted on paying. "dont say anything you're not comfortable with," timothee whispers as 4 paparazzi come up to us from across the road. i sigh, giving a smile. "timothee and y/n! how was lunch?" one says, following us. "it was pretty good." timothee answers. he answers most of the questions fired at us, before i get asked a specific question. "it's been everywhere, you and olivia rodrigo kissing, but now you guys recently unfollowed each other on socials! any tea on you two?" one asks. i think for a second, not sure what to say. "the kiss wasn't anything, we weren't anything." i reply, timothee's hand holding mine for support. 

we get in the car, waiting a safe distance before we start talking. "i really hate paparazzi. i mean, can't we just go out for brunch like ordinary people?" timothee states. "it is what it is," i say, sighing. "they're so invasive, sorry they asked stuff about you and olivia." "don't worry about it, timmy, nothing you can do about it." "wish i could though."

a/n - y'all knew it was coming🥲  just needed to spice it up a little yk :,) please vote!!  ALSO JOSHUA BASSETT IS ON A CRUISE HAHAH THE COINCIDENCE