Forever and Always, Olive

Chapter 27: Matching Pajamas

HI!

I'm updating today because I'm on vacation but I've been busy these past few days. I'll be updating either tomorrow or Sunday as well.

I have a song stuck in my head and it's not even English! It's called Bad Boy by Big Bang. My friend told me to listen to it and it's been playing in my head for nearly 2 weeks. It's so catchy.

TO ALL OF YOU GUYS WHO KEEP ASKING WHO PARKER IS, he's a distant friend of the group. He was at the homecoming and the carnival. He's closer friends with Raven? He's in college? Majoring in Psychology? Ring a bell? lol.

DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER LA LA LAND BY DEMI LOVATO???

Chapter 27: Matching Pajamas

I got a call from my father on Sunday night, when he finally got a break from work. I answered the phone immediately, shoving my homework to the side as I crossed my legs. “Hello?” I asked quickly.

“Hey, Liv,” my father greeted me. I was expecting his call. I tried calling him twice, but both times, I had no choice but to hang up and wait for a response. I know my father’s a busy man, but I have a feeling that he was avoiding this conversation.

“How are you?” I asked, not even giving him a second to answer. “So do you like him?”

“Like who?” he asked, playing dumb. I got off my bed and began pacing around the room nervously.

“Maddox,” I responded, trying to sound casual.

“Oh,” my father spoke. I waited a few seconds but my father didn’t speak.

“’Oh?’” I repeated. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s a…nice boy,” my father announced.

“A nice boy?” I asked.

“Yes, he’s…polite,” my dad informed me.

“Polite?” I stopped walking around my room, standing in one spot with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m an idiot,” my father chuckled.

“What?” I asked, completely and utterly confused.

“No, I just thought you were going to repeat that, too,” my father explained.

“Dad, what do you think of him?” I inquired with a sigh as I dropped on my bed.

“I mean, he’s not as bad as I thought he was,” my father admitted.

“So you like him?” I asked, biting my lip as my eyes widened.

“Yeah, I guess,” my father responded with a loud sigh. I squealed loudly and he grunted. “Why are you so happy?”

“You gave me your approval! Now I can date him without having to sneak around,” I explained.

“You two are dating?” my father asked, growing louder.

“No!” I responded. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?” my father inquired.

“We have a date on Saturday,” I told my dad.

“Liv—,” my dad started. I could tell that he was going to try to talk to me about the thought process of a teenage boy, and I wanted to avoid that, so I began talking over him.

“Well, thanks for your approval, dad! I have to go now. I have homework! I love you! Bye!” I responded, hearing a sigh before I hung up. With a large grin on my face, I went back to my homework, fist pumping as I put my phone on the table beside my bed.