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"Olive, you better answer the damn door!"
Tyler's voice rang clear even from the living room, where Olivia rested with a blanket draped around her shoulders.
She tried to focus on the television in front of her but felt her fingers twitch in irritation. Abandoned, her phone sat on the coffee table. She had kept it on, but the consistent buzzing bugged her so much she eventually just shut it off.
Olivia wasn't in the mood to talk; in all honesty she just wished her mom wasn't in South Carolina. All she really wanted was a hug and the comfort of her mom's voice telling her everything would be okay. Because she couldn't convince herself of otherwise.
The ENews! article had struck a cord that deeply stung the actress. She felt disgusted, with herself and with the media in general.
She was also completely furious. Olivia wanted to kick, punch, and knock out her ex-boyfriend, Chris Zylka. Her stomach twisted at how he was still as low as when they dated, except this time it didn't just affect her. It affected Dylan.
Olivia had screamed, cried, and yelled all of her frustration earlier, her room being in disarray showcasing that, but an undesirable feeling still sat in her gut.
She hoped Dylan hadn't read or even heard mentions of the article, because she was scared of his reaction. What if he believed Chris' story over what she told him back when he was home before? What if he didn't want to be friends with someone who has so much drama attached to their name? What if he didn't support her anymore?
What if, what if...what if?
Her worst thoughts spun like a broken record in her brain, but her head snapped towards the door when Tyler yelled again.
"Olive, I swear to God, I'll break the door down!"
His fist started to pound on the wood, making Olivia roll her blue eyes with a sniffle. She raised to her feet, tightening her blanket around her shoulders.
Olivia hated letting others see her broken, but it was better than listening to the racket of Posey before he actually broke her door.
When she finally opened it, Dylan felt his heart stop.
He thought he had prepared himself for seeing her upset. But actually having Olivia stand in the doorway, blanket swallowing her small figure with sunken eyes and dried tears on her cheeks, Dylan wasn't ready.
"Tyler, I texted you that I was fine," her thick voice revealed her exhaustion. "I don't feel like talking right now, please respect that."
"I do respect that you don't wanna talk with me," Tyler answered truthfully. "But maybe you want to talk with us?"
"What're you talking-"
Dylan stepped out from behind Tyler, cutting Olivia off instantly. She stood there, mouth dropped open into stutters and wide eyes. "You're, you're, you're not here," she shook her head. "You're filming somewhere else."
"He was filming," Tyler corrected.
"The movie wrapped," Dylan smiled assuringly towards her. "I'm here for three B like I promised. I'm here to make sure you're okay, Livie."
Olivia's eyes watered from his words and she choked back a sob, covering her mouth with her hand.
Dylan quickly stepped forward as she broke down, enveloping her into his arms.
Tyler watched the interaction with sadness in his eyes, biting down his lip to keep himself from crying at the sight of a distraught Olivia.
Her head pressed into Dylan's chest, her body shaking as he rubbed her back and whispered soothing little things in her ear. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, and Dylan swiftly lifted her up to bring her further inside. Tyler followed, shutting the door gently behind them.
Dylan carried Olivia back into the living room, holding her with all he had. He sat carefully on the couch, pulling her into his lap so she could cuddle into him. Dylan looked up at Tyler and asked in a low whisper, "Can you make her some hot chocolate? She always has some in her pantry."
Tyler looked back at him, offended. "Dude, I was her best friend before you. I know where the damn hot chocolate is."
Dylan shot him a look of annoyance but cracked when he felt Olivia chuckle slightly into his shirt.
That was a good sign.
Tyler disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the pair alone for a moment.
It was quiet as first, the only sound being when Olivia sniffled. Then she spoke in a mumble, Dylan almost unable to hear her. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to get you from the airport."
"Oh, hunny, it's fine," Dylan squeezed her arm. "It's not a big deal."
"I still feel bad," Olivia replied, moving her body so she could talk without her voice being muffled. Her legs draped across his lap, her back leaning against the edge of the couch with her head on his shoulder. "I made you a promise that I would be there."
"You had other things on your mind, Livie," Dylan reminded her. "All I care about is that you're okay."
"Are you okay?" She turned the phrase towards him. "I mean, if Tyler drove you. He almost ran into my mailbox the other day."
"You know the kitchen leads into this room," Tyler states as he entered the room, three mugs balanced in his hands. "How dare you insult my driving, Olive. I passed my test therefore no one has anything to worry about with me behind the wheel."
"What about the time you ran a red light because you wanted to beat Holland to my house because I only had three Oreos left?"
"Eh," Tyler brushed off the incident with a wave of his hand. "Just a red light. No one got seriously injured."
"Luckily," Dylan snorted.
Tyler dropped his jaw in offense and once Dylan saw this, he scoffed. "Oh come on, man. I was in the car with you. You missed a convertible by a second and my life literally flashed before my eyes. I thought we were gonna die."
"But we didn't," Tyler said proudly. "Therefore, I'm a good driver."
Both boys smiled when they heard Olivia giggle; they were making her laugh, which was always a step in the right direction.
Tyler handed off the mugs to the pair, keeping one for himself. "Oh, you are now out of marshmallows," he remembered, pointing his finger towards her.
"Don't care as long as I had enough for right now," Olivia replies, raising her head from Dylan's shoulder so she could hold the mug without spilling it. She took a sip, sighing in content. "You guys didn't have to check on me though. I was dealing with the issue on my own."
"And as much as we respect that, we'd still like you to reply to our texts," Dylan told her seriously. "Livie, you scared me. The only reason I knew you were okay was because T-Pose said you replied to him. Why didn't you respond to me?"
Olivia didn't try to hide the frown that tugged the sides of her mouth downwards, her gaze focused on her drink. "I didn't know if you had even seen the article. I didn't want you to see it."
"Why?"
"Because they brought you into it," Olivia pointed out. "It was completely unnecessary and I don't know, I thought you'd be mad or something."
"Oh, I am mad," Dylan nodded in agreement. "But definitely not at you. I'm mad at ENews for thinking that you don't have feelings. For not seeing how trashy the article was. For dragging you down without even considering they were in the wrong. And I am furiously pissed off at Chris for lying and for hurting you. So, yeah, I'm mad. But not at you, Livie. I could never be mad at you."
Her cheeks flushed from his sincere words, but she didn't say anything because truthfully she didn't know what to say.
So instead, Tyler questioned, "In all honesty, Olive, are you okay?"
The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable as one would think, but it remained tense from how serious Dylan had been. He meant every word he said, from beginning to end.
In the past, it was true that Olivia got under his skin just as much as he got under hers, but neither of them had ever hated one another. They didn't believe in hate and didn't like spreading it around.
And what Chris had told ENews was hateful. He twisted the truth, playing the victim in his relationship with Olivia. Chris had been the one with commitment issues, not bothering to make the relationship work when they hit —what could've been a minor—bump in the road.
And although she was furious with Chris and the entire situation, Olivia felt grateful. Relief flooded through her body once she realized there could've been a life where she stayed with Chris. Then she would've never seen his true colors that he had painted so beautifully in the article. Olivia knew her feelings hurt right now, but she would heal. Just like she did when she broke up with him the first time.
"I will be," she finally answered Tyler, raising her head and glancing between the boys. "I'm probably going to lay off social media for a bit, you know, to focus on filming. Clear my head and all that jazz."
"Despite me wanting to punch Chris in the face, I think laying low is a good idea," Dylan spoke up, squeezing her knee in assurance. "The second half of season three is gonna take a while to film."
"You're telling me," Tyler snorted. "It's July and we don't get done till December."
"But we do get Christmas off," Olivia reminded him optimistically. "That's a good thing, right?"
"That's a good point," Tyler nodded, pausing before he added, "How long are you gonna stay off social media? You know MTV likes us to do promo and stuff."
"Only a few weeks to clear my head and let everything blow over," she replied and hesitated slightly before she continued. "I just...I can't right now. Chris hurt me again, yes, and I'll be fine from that. But the responses that some people had, the names and insults...I can't. I need to get away from it."
"As you should," Dylan agreed, his protective nature shining through. "And so you won't feel pressured by people to join back in too soon, I am taking a break from social media too."
Olivia quickly responded, moving her hand to his shoulder, "No, Dylan, you don't have to-"
"Yes, I do. When I get online, my feed is only going to be filled with questions about the article, you and Chris. Taking a break will allow me to not do something I would regret."
Olivia smiled at him, "Thanks, Dylan."
"Anything for you."
Tyler coughed, breaking the gazes the pair sent one another. "Anyways, before you guys...well I don't even know what that is at this point."
Dylan rolled his eyes but focused on what Tyler was saying while
Olivia blushed and smiled down towards her almost-empty mug.
"My question is, are we going to have our ritual sleepover tonight or what?" He looked at the pair hopefully. "I'm talking a Saved By The Bell marathon here, Olive. I'll grab the blankets and the movies from the hall closet, Dyl-Pickle can order our signature, extra-large supreme pizza with extra pepperoni and you can handle the other snacks."
A giant grin spread across Olivia's lips, her blue eyes lighting up at the name of her favorite TV show. "Bro, you better not be playing with me when it comes to Zach Morris," she warned. "I will literally kill you if you're screwing with me."
Tyler laughed, but held up his hands to cross his heart. "Promise, I swear. Saved By The Bell always makes your day better when you're sick so we're gonna watch it until we pass out."
"And I'm gonna order your favorite pizza like he suggested so we don't starve watching them eat at the Max," Dylan added, referring to the restaurant on the show.
It wasn't a secret that Olivia loved Saved By The Bell, or more specifically Mark-Paul Gosselaar. He was her first celebrity crush and Tyler had made a valid point. On days where she was heartbroken or sick in bed, the sitcom cheered her up.
And that is exactly what Dylan and Tyler did that night.
No stress, no worries about the media.
Just the boys, Olivia, an extra-large supreme pizza with added pepperoni and Mark-Paul Gosselaar's signature time-outs.