SO HERE I AM, WILL YOU DENY ME?

[OLIVIA JOYCE DARLING]

I WANNA ROB YOU OF YOUR GAME FACE

SO I CAN COWER BENEATH YOUR WORDS
TAG – estelle, WORDS – 701

Olivia checked herself out in the mirror for the thousandth time. Even though she knew that she still looked fine, and that nothing changed from the last time she looked at her reflection. She didn’t know why she kept looking at herself, she knew she looked fine, but every time she went out, the female couldn’t just settle for fine, she needed perfect. And right now Olivia had a feeling that the next time she saw her reflection, she was going to have to start the whole process over again. It wasn’t getting any earlier, but sleep was not one of the things on the blondes “to do” list. Even if she wanted to, it would take a few hours for her to get sleepy. None of that mattered though, because she was going out. Despite that Estelle had borrowed the pair of shoes she was planning to wear, despite it was probably too cool for that many layers, despite everything that was most likely trying to tell Olivia that trouble was ahead, she didn’t listen. She rather liked trouble, it kept things more exciting, and when things got dull she had to cause her own drama, which usually led her to saying silly things. So really all the “signs” of trouble, were just egging her on.

After making sure her bathroom light was off, and shutting her own rooms light off, she accidentally slammed her door shut when she went to close it. She stood in silence for a moment before she decided the coast was clear. She sauntered across the hall to poke into Estelle’s room. For a second, she believed that her dark-haired housemate was home due to the light was pouring out from under the door. As she revealed that the room was empty, she put her hand on her hip, “Tsk, I’ve told her once, I’ve told her a hundred times.” she said to herself as she walked into the others room. It was slightly warmer than the rest of the house; she turned off both of the lamps as the cool air wafted throughout the room. This time Olivia made sure she closed the door without waking the neighbors. Before she descended down the stairs, the young teenager made sure that she had everything, and would not have to make any more trips to her room. Once everything was checked off her mental list, she went down the stairs, holding her shoes in hand. She was in the habit of doing this because she didn’t want to risk falling down and breaking her neck. Olivia could most likely hike up a mountain in high-heels no problems, but stairs were a bunch of tricky bastards. One minute you’re almost to the bottom, and the next you’re in the E.R. waiting for the midnight staff to put a cast on you before you have to walk with a limp for the rest of your life.

Safely down the steps of doom, the blonde put on her shoes, and left the hallway light to the front door on, so that at whatever hour she stumbled in at, she wouldn’t have to get a glow in the dark compass, just to see what direction the kitchen might be. After everything checked out, she sauntered outside and started walking down the street for some odd reason, she felt like enjoying the winter air. With all the drama that has been happening lately, she needed a break. For some reason, her high-heel clad feet took her to the park. She chuckled to herself, the park? Really? What was she four? No, in fact she was eighteen, she could vote, get into bars, and even buy cigarettes, legally. She did two of those things very often. Voting not being one of them; that just more information the man could have on her. One day, she was probably going to get arrested for protesting something government lead. But that day was not today, that the future, today she was taking a lovely night stroll in the park when she saw a figure out in the distance. As the human got closer, she could make out their features a bit better, her eyes widen when she saw who it was, “Estelle?”

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