“are you sure?” her eyebrows raise in true olivia fashion - a challenge, because she’s never been one to listen to anyone besides herself. it’s in her nature to be her and her alone. although, monroe …. "somehow i think you’re saying that just to shut me up.“ the chances of him actively admitting that were slim —- but he was high, so that did up the chances a bit. her eyes roll playfully as e tugs her against him, olivia knowing better than to refuse it. she’d never been much for a touchy-feely kinda person, but the girl can’t help but feel safe and comfortable around her boyfriend. it’s a far cry from any other guys she’d been with, no matter how long the relationship period was. "i think she might reconsider that if she knew i help you indulge in your little smoking habit here.” it’s not like olivia doesn’t do WORSE, but his aunt doesn’t need to know that. in fact, she’d like to keep it on the dl for as long as possible. forever would be perfect. she squeezes his hand, hoping to bring a bit of comfort —- as much as she’d love to know his opinion on everything going on with his family, she’s not going to take advantage of the fact that he was high and visibly more openly honest about everything. the thought made her stomach churn. is it even any of her business in the first place? "oh please,“ she pushes away a bit, pout returning to her face at his comment - it’s not bad, but she also dresses for whatever she’s feeling that day. her family can’t know anything is different, nor can she dress like it. "stop being a perv in public, weirdo.” she flicks his shoulder - nothing that’ll hurt, even if it is the slightest bit of retaliation. "yeah, yeah – i’ll stay the night. my dads might be home but i doubt they’ll say anything.“
he laughs. she’s even cute when she’s hesitant on believing him. he didn’t know how he ended up so drunk in love with olivia, but after his parents died, she was the only thing that made him feel like he was still breathing and for that he thinks he’ll forever have some kind of ties with her in life, even if they break up and stay best friends for eighty years, he knows their relationship will never truly be done. “no, i’m sayin’ it because i mean it babe.” emphasis on babe. he wants her to truly trust him, he smiles warmly. “for real, believe me, i know what i’m talking about.” he throws in a wink for laughs. the rest of any anxiety or discomfort he was once feeling has completely disappeared now that she’s given in to his tug of war of her waist. he wraps his arms completely and comfortably around her, his head buried in her shoulder. “well, she caught me earlier so i kinda already snitched on myself.” he shrugs. it didn’t go as horrible as he thought it would have, it was more awkward than anything if he were being honest. “so, see? nothing to worry about, she thinks i’m a pothead on my own time, she has no choice but to think you’re an angel.” a goofy smile. “which you totally are.” he adds, just in case. monroe flinches at her flick. “hey, ow.” he’s totally being dramatic for the heck of it, to bother her. “say sorry you ass.” he’s pouting now, much like she was a few moments ago. oh how the roles have reversed now. “m’not a perv, i just think my girlfriend looks really, really cute in a skirt.” he shrugs, kissing the skin that lines her collarbone while his head still rests snug in her shoulder. “cool, let’s go now then, before either of our rents’ are home.” technically he has an aunt now, but, whatever, she got what he meant.