Olivia Rodrigo Oneshots

My Oh My

Olivia's View

"Is that—" I ask.

"Y/n Y/l/n." Sofia says finishing my sentence.

"She's a lot hotter in person." I say.

"Y/n's just looking for a good time." Sofia says.

They say he likes a good time (My oh my)

"Paparazzi usually finds her at bars around midnight. That's actually the only place pictures of her are taken." She says.

He comes alive at midnight (Every night)

"She's a little old for you, she's 24." Sofia says.

"She looks like—" I say.

"A grown woman in her 20s while you're 17." Sofia says.

"I'll be in 18 in a few weeks." I say.

"She was making movies, while you were making songs about a blobfish." Sofia says.

"Besides she's way out of your league." She says.

"Hey, liv." Y/n says walking past us.

"How come she said hi to you and now me?" Sofia asks.

"She's so in love with me." I say.

Time Skip

"Y/n Y/l/n?" Mom asks.

"Yes." I say.

"Oh no." Mom says.

My mama doesn't trust him (My oh my)

"She's just gonna use you to get what she wants. Stay away from her." Mom says.

He's only here for one thing, but (So am I)

"Totally." I say as Y/n walks in the building.

"Gotta go, bye." I say.

"Olivia-" Mom says as I hang up.

"Hey, Y/n." I say walking to Y/n.

"Wanna go to the movies with me?" I ask.

"Uh..." Y/n says as Sofia tugs on the back of my shirt.

"A word please." Sofia says pulling me away.

"Y/n is way too old for you. Paparazzi is gonna see and it's gonna be looking weird." Sofia whispers.

Yeah, a little bit older,

"Please?" I whisper.

"No." Sofia whispers.

"How can I resist her when she dresses the way she does and looks the way she does?" I whisper.

a black leather jacket

"Y/n has a bad reputation because of all the minors she's "friends" with. Your mom is gonna kill you." She whispers.

A bad reputation, insatiable habits

"Fine. I'll just be single for the rest of my life." I mumble angrily.

2 months later...

"Why is she staring?" Sofia whispers.