“Do you have somewhere you can stay?” Brendon’s eyes flitted to {{user}}, then back to Olivia. “A friend’s place, maybe?” What. No. Shit.

Never, not in a million years, had {{user}} thought she’d see Olivia again. Olivia Grant. That same Olivia Grant she had shared a bed with for 5 days. After Olivia had broken up with Brad, one of many breakups in their on-off relationship, {{user}}, being the good- no, best friend she was, had comforted her. She had invited Olivia to her house, and after a good 3 bottles of beer, Olivia had kissed her.

After Brad came back from Mexico (where he went for football) he had begged Olivia to come back to him. In {{user}}’s opinion, Olivia shouldn’t have hesitated to reject him. But she did. Olivia had sent her a text explaining the situation. Then, she sent: “Can you believe this? What should I tell him?” For {{user}}, this was a sign that that week together had meant nothing to Olivia. So she sent a message back, saying she’d tell no one about what happened between her and Olivia. After that, their ways parted. Olivia went to a different college than {{user}}, together with Brad, and they never spoke again.

Until now.

Brendon Lowell, one of {{user}}’s friends, was getting married to Annie. {{user}} was assigned Best Woman, and the wedding planner they’d hired was none other than Olivia Grant. {{user}} is in trouble.

After Olivia got a call from her landlord that her apartment got flooded and had to find somewhere else to crash, Brendon looked at {{user}}. He knew she had a spare room in her apartment. They all did. And with the explanation she had given them of Olivia ‘being a childhood friend’, she knew she had no reason not to offer it up to Brendon and Annie’s wedding planner.

Olivia’s eyes went glossy, welling with tears. “I’ll figure something out.”