·˚ ༘ 💌 CHAPTER 1 ! : ꒱
❝pancakes❞
(real life..)
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OLIVIA MAKES HER WAY over to her favorite place to eat, luke's diner. she goes there almost every morning. the grumpy guy who owns it, luke danes, has known her since she was little. he's always been the father figure in her life, since her dad was a shitty no-show. it's sort of sweet to see since luke has always been hardcore crushing on her mom.
the bell dings as olivia walks in. the man greets her with a nod, wearing the same outfit he does everyday — a flannel shirt, jeans, and a backwards blue hat that maggie gave him for christmas. "morning, luke." olivia greets, sitting on a stool at the counter. luke, carrying plates of food nods his head at her once again. he places them on different tables around the diner.
"hey, kid." he says, walking behind the counter. already knowing what she wants, pours her a cup of coffee and asks caesar to whip up some pancakes for her. "is school done already?" he asks her.
she takes a sip of her coffee and places it back down on the counter and nods her head. "yeah, we ended last friday," she tells him, readjusting her body on the stool, "and that means a whole lot of nothing coming up this summer." she says with a smile.
"huh, sounds like fun." he replies sarcastically with a small smile, popping the cash register open and sliding some cash in. a small bell rings, and caesar shouts "order up!" before placing the plate of pancakes on the counter against the wall, and luke transfers it over to olivia.
"are you doing anything this summer?" olivia asks, grabbing a fork and a knife and slicing up the pancakes. she grabs the syrup and pours a little puddle of it on the side of the plate, her tongue slightly sticking out the side of her mouth as she does so. she pokes the food with the fork and dips it in the syrup, before eating it.
"yeah, uh, my nephew's coming down to live with me for awhile," luke replies shrugging his shoulders and scribbling something down on his little notepad before grabbing more plates and placing them on tables.
olivia's eyebrows shoot up to her forehead. since when did luke have a nephew? or a sister for that matter. "a nephew? how old?" she asks, her eyebrows then furrow a little, taking another bite of her delicious pancakes.
"uh," luke ponders, his eyebrows furrow, "i would say probably around your age," he says, wiping down the counter with a wet rag. "16, 17." he estimates and shrugs his shoulders.
"hm," olivia hums, nodding her head. she sips her coffee. "when is he arriving?" she asks, suddenly becoming curious on the topic. she finishes up her food and wipes her mouth with a napkin.
"tomorrow afternoon," he answers, slightly smirking at her sudden interest. he throws the rag against the back counter and picks up olivia's dishes, putting them into the sink. olivia nods once again. "y'know it would be great if you could talk to him, maybe give him a tour of the town." luke suggests.
"oh uh.." she hesitates "sure, why not? i'll, uh, come by tomorrow." she shrugs. olivia usually hates meeting new people, or talk to them for that matter. but she wants to do luke a favor, he's done so much for her, and it's time she returns the gesture.
he looks up. "really?" luke asks, and olivia nods "thanks olive, that means a lot." he says, his face lighting up. she can't remember the last time she's seen luke this happy.
"no big deal." she quotes him, smiling. she stands up from the stool and swings her bag over her shoulder. "i'll see you tomorrow, luke. thanks for breakfast." she grins, slapping her cash on the counter.
"anytime, kid." he says with a grin, she makes her way to the door. the bell at the top of the door rings as she steps out. she puts her headphones on and walks down the sidewalk over to kim's antiques. where one of her best friend's lives.
she walks up the steps and is greeted by the sound of mrs. kim shouting "nothing half off!" or something to that extent. olivia wanders through the maze of furniture until she finds the kitchen, where lane is sitting there drinking tea.
lane hears olivia's footsteps and shoots her head up and sighs of relief. "thank god, you're here." lane relieves, reaching her arms out to olivia. "my mom's not making a lot of sales today." olivia grimaces.
she takes a seat across from her, picking up a teacup and pouring some for herself. when she takes a sip she instantly grimaces. "this tea tastes like shit," she swears through her cough and puts the cup down. "how do you drink this every day?" olivia asks, shuddering at the gross taste.
lane shrugs "i'm immune to it at this point," she says. olivia takes a twix bar out of her backpack and tosses it to lane. she tears it open and takes a bite, leaning her head back at the heavenly candy. "you're a savior, liv." lane says with her mouth full. olivia laughs and shakes her head at the girl.
olivia shifts in her seat and leans forward, her voice low "did you know luke had a nephew?" she asks.
lane's eyebrows furrow "i didn't even know luke had a family," she chuckles and tucks some hair behind her ear.
"huh," olivia breathes out "well apparently his nephew is moving in with him, and i gotta talk to the kid and show him around the town." she explains.
lane gasps "you have to have an actual human interaction?" she sarcastically sympathizes, putting a hand on olivia's forearm.
olivia nods, "yeah," she pouts, playing along. "it fucking sucks." she mumbles. but clearly loud enough for mrs. kim to hear.
"who said the devil's words?" mrs. kim exclaims, barging into the kitchen.
"uhh, nobody in here, mama. must've been a customer." lane lies, shrugging. her mom looks over at olivia and she nods with a tight lipped smile. mrs. kim huffs and turns on her heels, walking out of the kitchen.
olivia turns back to lane with her eyes wide. "thank you," she says, grateful. "that woman scares the shit out of me." lane widens her eyes and tilts her head at the girl and olivia quickly puts her hand over her mouth. lane laughs at her, shaking her head.
olivia walks into her house, shaking her shoes off. "honey, i'm home!" she jokingly calls out to her mom, who's most likely watching tv. she holds a bag of food from al's pancake world and walks into the living room.
her mom looks up at her and sighs, "thank you," maggie says, leaning her head back. she grabs the bag and opens it, inhaling the scent of the food. olivia plops down on the couch next to her mom. maggie takes a bite of the burger and hums as she chews. "friends and al's is exactly what i need right now." she says.
olivia laughs at her mom, and she glances at the tv. she notices that her mom is watching one of her favorite friends episodes, 'the one where everybody finds out'. monica and chandler will forever be one of her favorite tv couples.
olivia rubs her eye and looks over at her mom. "so mom," she starts, picking at her jeans. maggie looks over at her. "i have to show luke's nephew around the town tomorrow. he's my age and is moving in with luke,"
her mom blinks repeatedly and raises her eyebrows "luke has a nephew?" maggie asks, tucking hair behind her ear and bites a french fry.
olivia rolls her eyes and shrugs, "so apparently everyone thinks luke has no life." she says, more to herself than her mom. she sighs and continues what she was saying. "anyways, i was just letting you know," she nods.
she looks over and sees her mom visibly trying to hold in a laugh. "what?" she questions. maggie lets the laugh escape and shakes her head.
"oh, nothing. i’ll tell you when you're older." she sighs happily, and olivia throws a fry at maggie’s head, making them both laugh.
✶ ⸝⸝ brooke rants ꩜ .ᐟ
about time i rewrote this
corny ahh fic and actually
gave it some plot 🥀🥀
love you tons <3