Fun Times [Olivia]

[aaron vincent shields]

Aaron had slept until noon on Sunday, and it was probably because of the party he'd went to the previous night. He yawned widely and stretched on his bed, then buried his face in his pillow as he tried to will his body to get up. Needless to say, Aaron failed, and ended up lying around in his bed for at least another fifteen minutes. Finally, with a heavy sigh, Aaron pushed up from the comfortable sheets and then meandered off to take a shower and see if there was anything exciting for him to do today. If nothing showed up, Aaron figured he could always text someone and demand they hang out with him. Besides, this weekend he had no homework or anything moderately productive that needed to be accomplished, so there was no reason for him not to text one of his friends and go hang out with them some more. It was, after all, his favorite thing to do besides partying.

Once Aaron had showered and flopped back down on his bed, he reached for his iPhone that lay plugged in on the nightstand, he began to read through his texts. Most of them were just random leftovers from last night, which basically meant that they were just drunk texts. Aaron snorted in amusement as he read a particularly funny one, then started a new text and thumbed through his contacts. Who did he want to hang out with today, anyway? He knew some of his friends would be stuck inside doing homework today, so he narrowed the list down to his closer friends and then skimmed through his contacts again. He paused and then selected Olivia Nichols. Aaron yawned a bit and then ran a hand through his damp hair, texting with just his right hand.

Once Aaron had finished asking her if she wanted to meet him at central park around one thirty and then maybe go do whatever the hell else they could think of. Aaron sighed and then rolled over on his stomach, his eyes closing briefly. After a few moments, Aaron got up and went searching for a clean pair of socks. He slipped his phone into his pocket, grabbed his trusty headphones and then headed out of his room and downstairs, grabbing an apple on the way. It was a change for Aaron, because normally he'd just get Starbucks or something, but now he didn't really feel like it.

It took Aaron about twenty minutes to get to central park, leaving him just about five or so before Olivia was supposed to show up. So he headed over to one of the benches and plopped down, still slowly munching on his almost finished apple. His eyes roamed the various people strewn about the park, and he sort of zoned out for a bit. Out of all the people he could've hung out with, Aaron sort of figured it was best that he'd asked Olivia. She was probably one of his closest girl friends, and it didn't take a genius to see that they shared a pretty tight relationship. Aaron found it super easy to talk to her, which was really probably a good thing considering they basically spilled to each other all the time. Once he snapped back in to reality, Aaron realized that his apple was pretty much gone, so he chucked it into a nearby trashcan and leaned back, fiddling with his phone as he waited for her.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, olivia
they’re all, 579
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ yay for thread X3 ”

[olivia haylee nichols]

take your like in your own hands,

walk down the street, looking over
your shoulder who will you meet?
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Sunday mornings were when most people went to church or temple or some religious ceremony and prayed to a god of some sort for a whole bunch of stuff that meant little to nothing to Olivia. In fact Sundays were offical 'nurse your hangover' days to her, so they were sacred in the form of coffee and lots of water. Not to mention a nice shower to 'cleanse' herself from the weekend. Her parents had no idea Olivia came home at the oddest of hours in the middle of the night, nor was she about to tell them where she was, who she was with, and what she'd been doing because more than likely Liv wouldn't know the answers to a few of those questions. Friday nights were for football games, and hanging with the girls. Saturday days were for working, and Saturday nights were when all the jocks had their kick ass parties, or when anyone went out and partied really. Then Sundays were for nursing hangovers, chilling at home and then doing her homework at around 7 pm after dinner before school started again on Monday.

Sometime between 12 and 12:30 pm, Olivia was woken up by her phone buzzing somewhere in her bed. She had no idea if it was in her pocket or under her pillow, or even in her sock for crying out loud. All she knew was that her iphone was set for the multiple reminders and it would keep going off if she didn't find her damn phone. Eventually it was located somewhere in the middle of her bed tangled between a few layers of blankets. "Hey Liv, wanna hang? Meet me at central park at 1:30. I got no real plans, but I'm bored. From Aaron Cell" Oh Aaron, her best friend, yet sometimes there was quite a benefit to that, if you catch her drift. He and Liv had hooked up on more than one occasion yet they were still close enough friends to leave out the awkward stuff and still manage to hang out on the weekends totally sober like they were going to do today...as soon as she got her ass out of bed.

That would require effort. And a shower. And a clean outfit. Olivia rolled off the side of her bed and dragged half of the sheets with her, but she didn't really care. Right now, she had about 45 minutes to get ready because it would take about 15 minutes to get to the park from where she lived. Just as soon as she realized this, she hopped in the shower and was out in 10 minutes -- a record for Liv. She put some moose in her hair to keep her crazy waves and curls under control while she stood there in her towel picking out an outfit. Finally she decided on a tight pair of pants to show off her size 3 hips and legs and a simple t-shirt with a jacket and TOMS because TOMS were just about the most comfortable shoes she owned, up there with her tennis shoes and her vans. But the vans stayed hidden unless she was going to a concert. Of course, nobody knew Olivia was a concert goer; Brooke didn't even know until last year when she caught Liv in a lie about where she was...

Finally once she was dressed and put one of the two red bows she had in her hair to keep her bangs back, she went downstairs and made herself a nice and long-overdue cup of coffee which she stuck in a plastic thermos and took it with her to the car. The engine revved softly as she started the Nissan Leaf that belonged to her mom. Of course, her mom drove the Audi so this was practically hers, her parents just didn't want to call it that. Within twenty minutes she had her coffee done and parked on a street a block or so away from the park so that she could walk a little bit. Liv made sure to tuck her keys into her jacket pocket and her phone in the other pocket (because in these pants, the back pocket was soo not an option). She scanned the park with her eyes, but didn't see Aaron yet. "He must be further up..." Liv thought as she kept walking, and she sure was right!"Aaron, turn around silly!" She shouted as she crossed one of the many grassy knolls toward the bench he was sitting on. With any luck, he heard her, and she wouldn't scare him by sitting down next to him randomly. Because as much fun as that would be to see his face all freaked out, he would probably try to punch her or something and she didn't want to deal with that..no sir.

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look at the street lights, what a pretty sight

TAGGED: aaron m'dear!
WORD COUNT: 805
OUTFIT: sunday in the park
LYRICS: street lights -- the view
NOTES: love the title XD

[aaron vincent shields]

So into his game, Aaron nearly jumped when he heard her call out to him. Now isn't that impressive, Aaron thought dryly, then pushed the home button and locked his screen before slipping his phone in his pocket. He got up from the bench and turned around, grinning at her. "Jeez Liv, way to freak me out," he teased, walking over to her. Aaron glanced her up and down, taking in how she looked. She didn't look bad, and it didn't take a genius to figure out she had probably been chugging some coffee from that black cup he'd seen her carry around a few times. "Don't you look hot today," he said with a wink, then opened his arms and tugged her into a quick hug. He pulled back and glanced down at her. "So how's your usual Sunday hangover treating you?"

Aaron couldn't help but tease her. Besides, she was practically his best friend, and being best friends gave him some room to tease the hell out of her. He loved Liv quite a bit, really, but Aaron was quite sure it was only in that close sibling - well, with an occasional...benefit - type of way. Aaron loved hanging out with her, there was just no competition. Aaron figured that they both meshed pretty well in more than just one aspect, so there was really no surprise that he loved spending so much time with her. Aaron led her back over to the bench and then sat down, stretching his legs out and looking across the park for a moment.

He tried to imagine what his parents would say if they knew he partied into all the odd hours of the night. Quite seriously, Aaron didn't think that any parent really knew that a lot of their wonderful Belmont sons or daughters partied so hard during the weekends. For Aaron, he figured that his mom would probably try to limit his partying. As far as his dad...well, Aaron could see that picture turning ugly pretty fast. His father absolutely detested informal parties. James Shields said they were just places where "hippies hooked up and did drugs until they passed out". In a way, Aaron guessed that was a bit true. He smirked as he thought of how daddy dearest would take it if he found out his son was one of those hippies. Aaron figured he'd probably be dead before he could get another word out of his mouth, should his father ever find out.

"So Liv," he said after a moment, turning his head to look at her, "got any big plans for tonight?" Aaron figured that she likely wouldn't, because generally no one threw a party on Sundays. Whether it was because they spent all day being religious, doing homework, or just being downright lazy, people just didn't throw parties Sunday nights. Besides, even the few who did never really got a good amount of people to show. Aaron had been to only a few Sunday night parties, and a lot of them were pretty lame. "Maybe a hot date?" Aaron suggested with a wink and a grin.

He loved joking with her like that. Aaron knew that she wasn't really into dating guys seriously, and he couldn't blame her. Though Aaron wasn't exactly quite sure why she seemed so picky, he figured that he was the same way. After the girl who shall not be named, Aaron had sort of closed himself off to the idea of seriously dating anyone. Hookups and flirting? Yeah sure, that was perfectly fine. Aaron never had anything against harmless flirting or hookups. Most often Aaron tried to avoid hooking up with several random chicks though, because he knew that sometimes they liked to get clingy if they could remember what happened. Commitment was seriously not Aaron's thing anymore, so he kept himself carefully guarded from most of the female population. Liv was, of course, pretty much an exception, but they were just very close friends. Yeah sure, they'd hooked up a couple times, but it never interfered with their friendship so Aaron didn't see a problem with it.

He glanced over to a group of people who seemed to be playing frisbee, something that wasn't uncommon around central park. Aaron had always sucked at Frisbee. The stupid disk just never worked. "Oh look, one of those dudes it totally checking you out," he teased, nodding his head in the direction of one of them. The guy sort of looked a bit embarrassed for a moment, and all of a sudden he got whacked in the head with the frisbee. Aaron snickered as he watched the meathead try to realize what had just happened. "Maybe you should go and make sure he's alright, that was some hard hit," Aaron said in false seriousness. He looked back over at her with a smirk on his face.

"But seriously, all teasing aside, I feel like I haven't actually talked to you in forever. How's my Liv doing?" Aaron asked with a grin. Alright, so maybe he couldn't help but throw a slight joking tone in his voice. But really, Aaron was being serious. He hadn't actually had a decent - or sober - conversation with her in a while. Or at least, that's what it seemed like.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, olivia
they’re all, 884
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ I swear that stupid crappy title took longer than the actual thread XD ”

[olivia haylee nichols]

take your like in your own hands,

walk down the street, looking over
your shoulder who will you meet?
• • • • • •

For someone who claimed to be okay in sleeping without nightlights, Aaron was scared pretty easily if the sound of his name across the park, in a voice he should've recognized, scared the bajeezus out of him. Olivia was mostly sure he was kidding but you could never be too sure. After all, there were some pretty sketchy people out and about central park...not usually at one thirty on a Sunday afternoon, but whatever floats your boat. "Pay closer attention. Or would 'dumbass' have been a better introduction?" She giggled and did a model-esque 360 turn before sitting down next to him on the bench. "Aw, thank you, but you know I always look better after my second cup of coffee kicks in and I remember how to smile again." Liv joked with him. On the one hand, yes she tried to look good on most days, and Sunday's were no exception. But he also knew that her 'sunday hangover' was killing her and of course coffee was in the picture. Come one Aaron, get your head together.

There was something about Aaron that Liv was going to sorely miss when she went off to college. Maybe it was his personality or the fact that he always knew what to say - whether she was having 'boy drama' or someone else had her dress at a party or that she was simply overwhelmed with all of the 'get your college stuff in now' and 'cram as much as you can into your year' spiels. They were the most dynamic duo of Belmont (as far as different gender duos that weren't dating went). Sometimes Olivia was Batman, and he was Robin, or sometimes it was the other way around. Even though they each had their set cliques of jocks and cheerleaders, they were still individuals. Aaron had an attitude and an aura about him that just attracted attention no matter where he was: school or party or walking the city. Liv had a style that nobody else could match because it combined her love of unique fashion with her indie jewelry career in the making. Together they just fit together as they had since the days of way back when elementary school.

Since life got in the way most of the time, they spent a good portion of their conversations at random parties on the weekends. For some reason though, Aaron and Liv had not been at the same one last night - which was strange because they were usually in the same groups that went together. And he was definitely not the kind of guy to ditch a party for Call of Duty or Starcraft or something like that. Olivia laughed at his comment about her attire. "Of course I have a hot date tonight -- didn't you hear? I'm dating Taylor Lautner, it's all over TMZ. God Aaron get with it!" She smiled and nudged him in the shoulder lightly. Her first thought honestly had been Justin Beiber, but she hated his hair and didn't go for younger guys (only on special occasions...), and Aaron also knew that Liv was not the kind for serious relationships. She just didn't want to be tied down, even though she had a few people she repeatedly hooked up with like Caleb and Aaron. Only difference was that she knew nothing would come from the relationship with Aaron; Cal on the other hand was a wild card. He gave her a totally different feeling than any other guy she slept with before (and for Olivia that's quite an accomplishment...not that she'll be proud of that in her later years -cough-).

Olivia turned around at the sound of a man falling over. Shit damn that looked like it hurt! She didn't know too much about frisbee now-a-days but she used to throw one around in her little years and knew that getting hit with one hurt like a bitch. "You're right...I'm gonna go make sure he's okay!" She said before straightening her jacket and walking over to help the man up. This should have stricken Aaron as odd because there were very few times Olivia acted out of the kindness of her heart, and it was definitely not toward total strangers. "Oh my god, are you alright?" She extended a hand toward him before continuing. "You see my friend over there, the one on the bench? Well he thinks you're really cute, but he was too afraid to come talk to you himself. But I swear he's a really nice guy and would love to grab a drink with you sometime. So, would you mind writing your name and number down for me please?" Liv pulled a spare receipt from her jacket pocket and prayed to god he had a pen. Sure enough he did, and wrote his name (Brad) with his number on the page. At the bottom, Liv noticed, he had written "This is for you sweetie", before walking back to his friends with his frisbee in hand.

Just as she sat down again Aaron was already talking. He was right, they never hung out like this anymore! It was just hooking up, partying, and sharing answers to homework one or neither of them did. "Your Liv is fine. As a matter of fact, you should be thanking me because I got you a date for next Friday" Olivia replied sarcastically before pulling the paper from her jacket again and putting it in the front pocket of his jeans. They had that close relationship to where things like that were just not awkward anymore. "But seriously, what have you been up to besides what I see you do every Saturday night?"

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look at the street lights, what a pretty sight

TAGGED: aaron m'dear!
WORD COUNT: 949
OUTFIT: sunday in the park
LYRICS: street lights -- the view
NOTES: sooo sorry this took so long! D:

[aaron vincent shields]

"Who're you calling a dumbass? I only see a devilishly sexy guy standing here," Aaron said, raising an eyebrow at her. A smirk appeared on his lips as he watched her. "You always horde the coffee on Sundays, right. I almost forgot about that, how silly of me," he commented casually, stretching his legs out and yawning a little. His hangover wasn't super bad today, thankfully enough, but that was probably because he hadn't drunk as much as usual last night. He'd been rather preoccupied with a game of pool, strangely enough. Aaron definitely sucked at it, but eventually he'd gotten to a point where everyone else was so shitfaced around him that he'd been able to beat them all and get a hefty sum of money out of it, including the money that he'd lost in the game. That money was actually stuffed away in his wallet now, and Aaron honestly had no idea what he was going to do with it. Maybe he'd go buy a bunch of random shit that he didn't need? Whatever.

Aaron shifted a bit on the bench, trying to get his phone to rest in a more comfortable spot in his deep pockets, then glanced over at Olivia. He vaguely wondered what she'd been doing the previous night, considering they actually hadn't been at the same party for once in quite a long time. Aaron had been surprised not to see here downstairs in the basement with the rest of the people getting drunk as hell, but he had shrugged it off. He looked out for her when she was around and she was drunk, at least most of the time, but if she wasn't in the same place as he was then there wasn't much he could do. Aaron felt super close to her, and was probably just sort of protective because of the fact that they'd known each other for forever and he'd feel horrible if something happened to her. He didn't think anything would, but still, life was just unpredictable like that.

An amused grin appeared on his face. "Lautner, huh? You're gonna make the rest of the female population jealous, you know," Aaron commented idly. "So I take it he loves you because you stuck with him, despite the fact that the rest of the world loves him for his abs?" Aaron smirked at her, figuring that that probably wasn't the case. He didn't think Liv had really ever looked at Taylor, but hey, he never really asked about that. Sure, she'd squealed to him about hot celebrities before, but Aaron couldn't recall who all had been on her lists. "So if you do get Taylor, do you think he can hook me up with a hot date with one of his celebrity friends? You definitely owe me. I don't know why, or for what, but you do," he joked. Aaron never really held much over people's heads in the form of owing him favors, but he could joke with her. Besides, she knew that he wasn't the type to do that anyway. He poked her stomach in response to her nudging, glad to finally just hang out with her at a place other than a party.

Aaron blinked at her curiously when all of a sudden she had sprung up and bounded over to the guy. He was rather confused by this point, because Liv had never been the type to go offer someone help. He remembered one time he'd tripped in the street and skinned the hell out of his knee, and she had practically doubled over laughing before helping him hobble over to a bench so he could assess his scrape. She wasn't cruel, and Aaron didn't blame her, because he probably would've busted out laughing too. But here she was now, concerned over some strange dude in the park. He blinked a few times just to make sure he was seeing things properly. She was helping the guy up, and she seemed to be chatting him up. Aaron snorted in amusement and rolled his eyes, not missing the paper the guy pressed into her hands. She had plopped back down quickly enough, and he looked at the paper curiously.

"Oh, so that's for me? Thanks so much, Liv. You must've known I'm secretly gay," Aaron said, watching in amusement as she tucked the paper into the pocket of his pants. She was always such a riot. Aaron shook his head and laughed. "Sometimes, I can't believe you." But it was alright, because she was his best friend, and that's just how it worked. "Hmm...besides what you see me do..." Aaron mused, pretending to be deep in thought. Seriously, his life sort of revolved around parties and things to amuse himself with, and then there was always school that was thrown into that mix. School Aaron could live without, however. "I don't know, school I guess? My life's painfully dull, Liv, you know that," he sort of joked. "My excitement revolves around what I do Saturday nights. Speaking of which, where were you last night? Get your excitement from a different party?" he decided to ask.

Aaron was about to tease her about the fact that she probably hooked up with one of the random footballers again, when suddenly he got smacked in the back of the head by a baseball. "Shit," he snapped under his breath, frowning and rubbing the back of his head. The baseball rolled back innocently, sitting a few feet away as some couple ran up, giggling rather dumbly. Aaron blinked as the guy apologized and then proceeded to flirt with his girlfriend before finally picking the ball up. "Wow Liv, look at the cute couple," Aaron commented dryly, when suddenly the guy swung the girl up in his arms. The girl gasped and began to giggle, and it sort of made Aaron sick to his stomach. He imitated a gagging face and then turned around again, cracking his stiff neck a bit. "So is that how it works for you and Taylor? Does he sweep you off your feet after hitting people in the head with baseballs?" Aaron questioned with a grin.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, olivia
they’re all, 1,032
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ haha, don't worry! ”