Forever and Always, Olive

Chapter 2: Take My Money

"I'm Winona," the dark skinned one greets me. She doesn't have any piercings but her makeup is dark and smokey, like something I've seen in a tutor. I smile at her as well, nodding my head again. "You must be Olivia."

My eyes flicker from Cassidy to Winona in slight confusion. "Uh, yeah, how'd you know?" I ask.

"Maddox," they reply in unison. "We're his friends."

"Oh," I mutter. "Well, yeah, I'm Olivia."

The girls start a conversation with me and I politely engage, though still confused as to why Maddox told them about me. I don't bother to ask.

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"You're going to homecoming with a boy?" my aunt gasps the second I enter the house with my bag over my shoulder.

I nod slowly. "Yeah, how'd you know?" I wonder as I slow to a stop in front of her.

"Viv was talking about it on the phone when she came in," my aunt smiles. "Do you have a dress?"

I shake my head. "No," I answer in short. I don't even have money for one, if we're being honest. I really didn't think this through.

"Well, homecoming's this Friday! We need to go get you a dress," my aunt explains happily.

"Now?" I mutter when I see her grabbing her car keys.

"Yeah, or they'll all be sold out, if they aren't already!" she smiles at me. I can tell how excited she is to finally have a teenage girl to spend time with.

"Let me just run upstairs and get my money," I conclude when I realize that I may not be able to pay Maddox back after all.

"No need, I'll pay for it," she concurs with a dismissive hand wave. 

I return the grin this time. "Thanks, Aunt Gen."

"No problem," she announces as she leads the way outside. I leave my bag on the living room floor as I shut the door behind us.

As we drive to the mall, I think about what Maddox said. Should I wear red? Or should I wear what I want to wear? After much contemplation, I decide that I'll wear what I want to wear, unless I find a cute, red dress. Then, I guess I'll buy that. Upon our arrival, I notice a few things. There are a lot of teenagers and a lot of stores. This mall's definitely larger than the one from my old town, almost twice the size.

"Let's look around," my aunt suggests  as she looks at the different stores. I follow behind her and peer around at the variety of shops that dot the aisle. "They have dresses." We cut across the large hall and enter the aforementioned store, where we're hit with a blast of heat. I immediately notice a red dress on a rack so I approach it and examine it.  "So you want a red dress?"

"What?" I wonder as I tear my eyes from the dress.

"Your eyes darted to that red dress faster than my eyes dart to purses," she comments with a small chuckle.

I look down, feeling slightly embarrassed. At least she doesn't know my reasoning for wanting red. "It's cute, don't you think?" I ask her as I wave the garment around.

"Yeah, do they have your size?" she wonders. I survey the rack more and frown, giving a slow shake of my head. "We'll keep looking, then."

There isn't much to look at in that store so we keep it moving. Two stores later, we finally find a dress that's cute and has my size. After purchasing it (I thanked my aunt repeatedly for doing so), we exit the store. "Do you have any shoes?" my aunt wonders as her eyes fall on yet another girly store.

I stare at the floor and shake my head again. "Nope."

"No problem, we'll get you some!" she insists with wild eyes. "Vivica hates going out with me. It's good to have someone around that I can shop with."

"Thanks, Aunt Gen," I say for what seems to be the fifth time today.

"Anytime," my aunt responds. "When was the last time you talked to your mom?"

"Not too long ago, three days I think," I estimate. To be honest, it wasn't much of a talk. She just called to make sure I knew the rules, which she shouted at me repeatedly on the way here.

'Don't do anything disrespectful. Follow all of your aunts' rules. If she has a curfew different than ours, follow it without complaint. Don't get into trouble with the police. No parties, at all. Don't hit Vivica. I mean it, Liv; don't hit her...' My mom's voice drones on in my head.

"She told you the rules again, right?" my aunt grins at me.

I chuckle and nod. "Yeah, she did," I admit.

"Don't worry about it. You're doing just fine here."

I give my aunt a half smile. Maybe this year won't be so bad. At least my aunt won't be.