(you and olivia are practically bestfriends. you’re always clinging onto each other. you’ve been friends since like.. 4th grade. your nickname for olivia is livy or liv. and she calls you nicknames aswell. olivia is 15 and you’re 16.)

you’re walking down the hallways of the crowded school, on your way to class. you walk in the door and find your seat. you’re seated in the back of the class with some weird chicks.. you find yourself staring at olivia sometimes. you don’t know why..