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( ? ) Olivia McKay was a girl who liked to please everyone. She wore clothes she thought others would like, did things (within her own morals) she thought others would appreciate. She was a people pleaser, she liked t...
"Call and text as often as possible, okay?" Olivia stated, wrapping Dylan in a tight hug to hide the fact that a few salty tears had slipped from her eyes. "I will." The boy spoke, resting one of his hands on the back of her head and playing with her hair. As Olivia lifted her head from his chest to look at him properly, her lip quivered at the sight. The boys lips were turned down into a large frown, almost pout like. His eyes racking every inch of her face, trying to commit every inch to memory. Olivia and Dylan wouldn't be this close to each for the next two months.
"You promise?" Her voice cracked as her eyes lifted to his, a sadness pooling in her irises that Dylan hated to see. And if he was being honest, he would've kissed her right then and there. He would've. He wanted to so bad, their lips were only inches apart—it wouldn't be that hard to. But the thought of her being in love with someone else stopped him. Olivia mckay didn't love Dylan O'Brien. And that ate at his heart everyday. If only he swept in before she ever met Tyler, if only he spent more time with her, if only his job let him be as close to her as he'd like.
But it wasn't like that. Dylan was so scared of losing his friendship with her that he let Tyler walk right in under his nose. He put his work over her, and he'd never forgive himself for that. If only he shut his mind up and just asked her out! Maybe then they wouldn't be in this position; broken beyond repair. But he'd spend his whole life waiting for her, so it didn't matter. Olivia could take fifty years to get over Tyler and Dylan would be right there with open arms.
"I promise." He spoke quietly, softly wiping the fallen tears from her cheeks. He pulled her close one more time before letting her go. He held her hand as long as he could before they finally disconnected and he had to leave. Dylan quickly turned to Nick and Chrissy, waving them one final goodbye. "Stay safe man." Nick commented, giving Dylan a bro hug. "You too, keep an eye on her for me, will you?" He questioned quietly, whisking his eyes away from Nick to land on Olivia leaned into Christina. "Always."
The boy looked at his watch and sighed, his flight left in an hour and he still had to get through security. Before he turned his back to the three, he stepped up to Olivia and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. "I'll call you tonight, yeah?" Olivia only nodded her head in agreement, giving Dylan a small lipped smile.
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Olivia laid flat on her bed, her sheets and blanket messily thrown to the side. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes tracing the ceiling fan as it spun in circles. The air from it dried her red, puffy eyes long ago, causing her to blink rapidly every few seconds. She would've moved, so it wasn't hitting her anymore, but to be honest, she was too exhausted to. And she would've closed her eyes to get some sleep, but she was too exhausted for that as well. She simply just let small whimpers of cries out every now and then.
Her phone began vibrating against her nightstand, but she didn't pay mind to it. The thought of it being Dylan did occur, but in the end she let it go to voicemail. Her hand fiddled with her bed sheets, trying to find a way to speed up time. She laid there for hours, just staring up at the white ceiling fan go round. When she took a deep breath and turned to check the time, she was surprised to see it was already midnight. She hadn't even noticed how the light in her room dimmed.
Olivia lifted herself up to a sitting position to look around her room. The top of the dresser felt empty to her, all of the trinkets and pictures of her and Tyler long gone. She told herself that it was better, she was better without him, but the thought of never being able to hold him or kiss him again terrified her. No matter how shitty of a boyfriend he was, he was hers. He was her boyfriend and she loved him. Loved him enough to let him completely tear her apart.
She tore her eyes away from her dresser and replaced them on the notebook that sat atop her desk. She slide off her bed and trudged over to her chair, plopping herself down and opening the leather notebook. Olivia picked a random pen she had laying around and began to write.
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