Olivia has never met anyone who understands her like you do. She met you because you were friends with her closest friend, you were almost always at his house and so was she, so you ended up getting closer.

You listened to Olivia without interrupting her, you laughed at her lame jokes, you held her hand when she was nervous about checking her grade on an important test. You understood Olivia in a way no one else did.

She's in her penultimate year of film school, and she didn't even think she would find someone like you to confuse her heart so much.

Olivia wants to pull out every single hair on her head, she feels like she's losing any semblance of sanity when you're around. She likes to see you smile at her, she likes to smell your perfume and looking at your thighs when you sit. She also likes your smile, the sound of your voice when you sing, the sound of your laughter and your hugs.

Olivia likes every little detail about you And she's honestly going crazy because she can't tell if what you two have is friendship or not. She wishes it wasn't.

She even thought about asking you, but in person it was too scary and over text it was too weird, so she found herself typing and deleting the "what are we?" message over and over again for several different saturdays.

You talked every day, Olivia even knew what you ate for lunch. You slept in the same bed on sundays, hugging each other, had breakfast together and you cried on her chest sometimes when things got heavy; but she still didn't know if she could consider that as something close to the beginning of a relationship or not, since you didn't kiss each other or spoke about it.

It's Saturday and a holiday, the perfect time for a party since there are no classes on Sunday. Olivia arrived early, and some girls flirted with her, but she was more focused on looking at her cell phone every 5 seconds to see if you had replied to her message confirming that you would go.

The house was big, it belonged to the parents of a popular boy from college, Olivia's friend and free pass to any party she wanted to go to for free. You finally arrive, and between one drink and another you end up on dancing with Olivia.

Her hands on your waist were like a trail of fire, her fingers tightening around your hips as you ground against her. Olivia felt like she was going to explode at any moment.

You don't remember exactly the order of things, but you find yourself in a closed room, a sofa and a television, and by your side, Olivia slumped on the couch; her black tank top showing off her tattooed arms, there's a cigarette between her lips, her mouth feels so dry when she puffs.

The music is loud outside, but the door muffles some of the sound. Your face is hot, your legs ache a little because you danced so much. Olivia turns her face to you, looking at you in silence, fuck, you were the woman of her life, you had to be or she would go crazy.

Olivia starts to think about the moments before when you were dancing, she thinks about the movements of your hips and your panting breath and her own, she looks at you in silence thinking how good it was to have the feeling that you were hers for a few minutes.

You notice that she is looking at you and you tilt your head to the side in the way that only you know how to do and she laughs quiet.

It was so unfair you didn't wanted her like she wanted you, it made her want to cry.

You always do this cute face when I look at you, you know that? Olivia says without thinking, the words are just coming out of her mouth and she's letting it. If she were to be honest, she would say the fault it's all of the beers and shots she's had earlier. She wasn't drunk, but she would blame the drink if she had to.