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[TXT from Allie] :: Mom said she hasn’t seen dad since 8am this morning, have either of you seen him?

[TXT from Eugene] :: I’m not dad’s keeper. He’s a grown man

[TXT from Allie] :: Wow. Livvy can you go look for him?

When the texts originally came in, Olivia was on her way the grocery store. She was in the middle of following her GPS, halfway towards the next city over when the chime tolled. At first, Olivia ignored the request from her older sister. Then, the phone call came and with it a rolling sense of guilt. ‘Dad’s almost seventy, Olivia,’ Allie had practically gasped. Then, she reminded her of their father’s bad knee as if she hadn’t grown up with the same father all these years. 

Now, Olivia was driving alongside the walking trails on the outskirts of Maywood, a few muttered curses slipped from her tongue. Leave it to her father, quiet and unassuming, to slip out of the house and cause panic in their little family. Why wouldn’t he just leave a note? Or remember his phone? These were all the thoughts she had as she wound through a series of backroads laced through trees. She finally got a glimpse of her father sitting on a bench with another man. Olivia pulled off to the shoulder and got out of the car glaring. 

“Dad,” she called out, her father’s nonchalant wave made her scowl deepen. “Did you walk all the way over here? You know you shouldn’t be on your leg for that long,” she paused as her father laughed, and looked off at the man to the side with a squint, “Aren’t you the Sheriff? Is he giving you trouble?”

lucieoconnor‌:

“You’re not going to take my power cable away are you?” Lucie smirked, remembering what Liv used to do in the past when they were much younger and Lucie should have been sleeping. Truthfully, she hadn’t even noticed that it was so late, but now she mentioned it, she was beginning to grow tired. “To be honest, I’m glad it’s you and not the cops. I’m sorry, Liv.” She offered, smiling sheepishly. It might not always seem like it, but Lucie was never intentionally trying to be a dick. It just sometimes happened.

“I’m singing at an event in a few days and they have –– rather last minute –– requested some covers as well as my original songs. So I’m learning them, or trying to.” She explained, already forming a rather bad relationship with the song she was currently trying to learn.

“Seeing as I’m not looking to get arrested for petty theft: not tonight,” Olivia said with a smirk of her own. She could have added that taking the power cable away hadn’t put a stop to Lucie’s nightly practicing. In fact, at some point Lucie started to get around her by using headphones. Then, Olivia flipped the breaker to her room at random intervals throughout the night. There were no breakers that she could access now, so this would have to do. 

“It’s alright. I sleep like shit anyways,” Olivia shrugged. She nodded towards the keyboard peeking out in the background. It wasn’t the one she remembered, which meant this one was louder. “What event and what covers? It’s not like Bob Dylan songs is it?” she asked, her distaste apparent in her voice; Bob Dylan may have been a great, but Olivia’s experience with him was recent and his voice was not what it once was. 

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nancylxve‌:

OPEN TO: everyone

LOCATION: the story book

Nancy’s finger trailed across the spines of the books as she walked between the shelves, trying to find something to read. It had been a while since she picked up a book, but she wanted to get back into it. The only trouble was, every book was interesting, and she had no idea where to start. Her eyes fell on someone with an open book in their hands, and she sidled up to them.

“You look like you know a thing or two about reading. Recommend me a book,” she said confidently, not phrasing her words as a question. 

Despite being a mediocre student, Olivia did enjoy reading on her own terms. Growing up, she always found something more worthy of her spare time. It wasn’t until she hit her late twenties that her idea of a “worthy” use of time flipped from going out to the club to spending more time in the comfort of her own home. Or going out in the daylight to explore her surroundings. The Story Book was one place on her list for the day, she just cracked open the spine of Paula Hawkins Into the Water when someone sidled up to her. Olivia arched a brow, “What kind of books do you like? I’m not into highbrow literature as a fair warning.”

@alexandraxaldridge​

When : May 15th, 2020

Where : Vintage Designs

Olivia wanted to replace her shelves. She was tired of the flat black ikea slabs she used to frame her bed. She planned to epoxy pour the shelves, but she was on the hunt for new knobs for the dresser. A few days ago, in her rush to leave the house, her purse strap caught one of the plastic knobs and snapped it. Vintage Designs seemed like just the place to have options, and it had many of them, too many of them. Olivia held one in each hand, squinting as she tried to decide what would look best. Eventually, she caught sight of a familiar friend. “Alex,” she said, holding up each box, “Which ones to go with gold accents and silver marble epoxy?” 

mssofieyang‌:

Sofie ran a hand through her hair and nodded softly in understanding. It was smart. Not giving your address out to strangers. You never know who you are running into. She wouldn’t generally have offered but she did feel bad ruining her shoes. Coffee wasn’t the easiest to get stains out of. “Right I understand. I’m just sorry I ruined them. I really should have been paying more attention. My brother would have a fit over this.” She shakes her head motioning for her to keep it. “Its really no biggie, I’m not even that hungry. I just get it out of habit I guess and the owner knows my order. You’d be doing me a favor, I doubt I’d finish it honestly” 

“It’s okay, really. And I guess it’s good that I’m not your brother,” Olivia said with a nonchalant shrug. Olivia now regretted the flash of teeth that started this conversation with how nice she was being. When she refused to take her breakfast back, Liv sighed. The trashcan nearby would be the next place the little pastry would go since she wouldn’t get any enjoyment out of eating it now. “Split it in half, then,” she insisted with a nod of her own, “Your brother would have a fit over the shoes, and mine would be calling me a cow for eating your scone all by myself.”