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chapter twelve

amanda's pov 

a week has passed, and the two haven't talked. emma decided to push through with the whole san francisco thing to visit her parents, so she flew there for the week. 

her cosmopolitan shoot was moved, too, so i guess her travel was really on-point. 

olivia, on the other hand, has her life like it would be. she's doing shoots, having acting classes, filmed videos, the normal shit. 

emma left me her apartment keys, though.

"hey," she said before i left the following morning after the disastrous event, "mind if you go over here some time this week or something?" she asked. 

"yeah sure, but why the key?" i asked. 

"oh right. um, i'm flying to san francisco. i figured i'd still go. i miss my parents anyway," she said. i reached over for the keys, and said "yeah, i'll be here. see when i see you, then?" 

"i guess," she said. a moment later and emma reaches in for a hug.

"it'll be a week," she said, breaking away.

"i'll miss you," i said. 

she texted me afternoon that night when she was boarding her flight, and later on when she landed.

she usually does this in our chatroom when she flies somewhere, but for obvious reasons she messaged me this time. 

i had time to drive over at her place everyday to check in on her cats and shit. i was there on the night that emma was gonna be back from san fran, which emma instructed me to do so we could have a sleep over. and then olivia hit me up.

"wanna sleep over?" it was clear that i had to call olivia over. i mean, it's been a week! that's a sure enough time for them to start talking again. i mean, they fought over the dolan twins. imagine if the twins ever found out about this. 

i called olivia. 

olivia: hey, wanna sleep over?

amanda: i'd like to, but over at emma's. she isn't here, though. she's at sf. 

olivia: oh. 

amanda: come over!

olivia: oh come on amanda, as if

amanda: what? emma said it was okay

i mean, to be fair, emma did say it was okay. i asked her if olivia could come with me and sleep over some time, and she said "sure,". 

olivia: yeah because she's emma, she never says no

amanda: oh quit it with the bull and come over here, she won't be home until tomorrow night

that was a lie. but hey, i'm a strained middle man here! 

olivia: fine, whatever

amanda: that's it 

i hang up on her and message emma. she doesn't respond so it means she's still flying. 

a few minutes later and olivia comes over with some clothes. 

"came from dogpound," she said. she took a shower right away and changed afterwards. 

"when'd she leave?" olivia asks, sitting in front of me. 

"i don't know i've forgotten, but she left just this week," 

"she left the keys?"

"yep," i said, gesturing to emma's cats.