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@oliviavparker-blog
Thank you. Cal has it’s place after Stanford in the rankings of engineering schools. Are you from the states?
“I couldn’t afford Stanford. It was really hard to have to find a way to pay for my applications and then school after,” she acknowledged. “No, I’m originally from Montreal, born and raised here.”
“See? So, you having decided to stick around is all for the best. That way I don’t need to pretend to be the responsible one, and you don’t need to have the said lecture,” he said with a shake of his head. He helped her up and remained around in case she needed someone to lean on. “I get it, I get it,” he nodded a couple of times. “And, I hope it’s not one of those cars with stick, otherwise that will be a lot trickier,” he pointed out. He was the kind who didn’t end up driving much, only when absolutely necessary - like this situation was proving to be. “Four or five hours that you’ve been here by yourself?” he questioned. “You know, you could have asked for company sooner,” he mentioned, gesturing for her to hand over the car keys to him.
Olivia scoffed at Cameron. “You and responsible doesn’t sound like a good mix,” she chuckled. She was still feeling the alcohol run throughout her body, but was much sober than she was an hour ago. She moved to the passenger seat of the car. “You better be an amazing driver because there’s only one of us that can drive.” She smiled. “This car isn’t stick, don’t worry. Although stick isn’t even that hard to drive, if I’m being honest. It just takes some getting used to.” Having been around cars her whole life, Olivia knew her way, mainly because of her father. “Yeah. You know I don’t like to talk about my problems and so I figured it’d be more convenient if I went out by myself. Thanks for taking an Uber here and being my Prince Charming.”
I graduated from Stanford in 01 and I’ll be attending McGill in a couple of weeks to start my doctorates. You mention Silicon Valley? They have a location in California or was your internship with another firm?
“My school went on and on about Stanford during football games, but wow, you got into an amazing school. That’s pretty awesome though. My internship was with another company. I love California, but Montreal has my heart.”
texting delights // hayden & olivia
Hayden: gross.
Hayden: #JUSTLETMEBEHAPPY
Hayden: ehhhhhhh since when have i had two front doors?
Olivia: #YOUCANBEHAPPYWITHME
Olivia: I don't know. I didn't know that was a thing? Are you high?
Olivia: You're so weird and I kind of love you for it.
texting delights // hayden & olivia
Hayden: you can find some good nut toppings at Coldstone
Hayden: #whatswiththerudeness
Hayden: OLIVIA. COME OVER THEN. DOOR'S UNLOCKED.
Olivia: I could also use your cum as a good topping.
Olivia: #YOUSTARTEDIT
Olivia: OMG are you sloshed already?
texting delights // hayden & olivia
Hayden: you probs put nuts in them anyways
Hayden: well, can your tolerance for me include buying me skittles? #cravings
Hayden: BECAUSE I CAN AND IT RELEASES THE SWEET ANGER I POSSESS DEEP DOWN
Hayden: olivia
Hayden: i took out some bourbon by accident
Hayden: oops
Olivia: The only nuts I want are yours.
Olivia: #no
Olivia: YOU'RE SO WEIRD.
Olivia: HAYDEN. WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SHARE WITH ME?
Where did you go to school?
“I went to UC Berkeley for six years and now have a Bachelor of Science and a Masters. What about you?”
As she felt a tap on her shoulder, Alma stood upright and looked over, her smile widening as she greeted excitedly.
“Liv! Oh my god, hi!” She went straight in for a hug, as though they had never had a gap between their friendship, holding onto their stuff as she wrapped both arms around the girl. Pulling back, she couldn’t help but notice. “You still look the same. Just less purple eyeliner on your waterline.” Alma remembered, it all setting in now that it had been years since she’s seen Olivia.
Holding out the bag for her old friend, she opened it up to show her the little treats she got from the coffee shop. “I don’t know if it’s still your favorite,” it was the one thing she didn’t forget, they went to Tim Hortons every day after school, “but I got you the boston cream. That and some timbits to share.” With her other hand, she took another sip of coffee, realizing today was a lot more breezier than the past few weeks. Warmed her right up.
Olivia missed that smile of Alma. To be honest, her attitude was mainly what got Olivia through the rough patches in high school.
Olivia chuckled at the girl’s excitement, more so because she was glad that Alma was just excited to see her. “Al!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the girl. It was lovely to feel Alma’s embrace again. To be honest, any sort of physical touch right now was comforting for the brunette. She laughed. “Well I kind of looked at old pictures and realized how hideous it was on me, but there was no beauty gurus back then to tell me otherwise.” She ran her hand through her head. “And you. You’re even more beautiful.”
She smiled, glad that the brunette had remembered her favorite items from a much simpler time. “You still know me so well. I’ve been meaning to grab some this week, but you just saved me a trip. Oh bless your soul,” she chuckled. “So you need to catch me up on everything. How’s life? Are you seeing anyone? Are you here just to visit? Did you miss me?”
Ade shrugged when she immediately said how he wasn’t useless, because he knew that wasn’t true, not even slightly. He was as forgetful as anything and there wasn’t any point in denying it. “Why? It’s true, I don’t mind admitting it,” he responded, lifting his shoulders in the most casual of shrugs. “What one time?” He frowned at that. “You should have asked my mum or… I don’t know, tracked me down. What happened?”
Olivia stared at Addison, wanting to somehow make him feel like he wasn’t useless, but to be quite honest, she was feeling quite useless herself. “You’re not though. There’s a reason why we’re still friends. You’re useful in being somewhat of a friend and I’m sure there are more amazing qualities about you that I hope you’ve kept over the past three years,” she mentioned. “I didn’t want to bother her. I mean I haven’t really told anyone if I’m being honest and I wonder if Wyatt had ever brought it up, but - my dad, he um, he’s gone.”
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It was always strange, standing in his father’s home. Wyatt had managed to stay away from it on his return to Montreal, feeling guilty for not having been there for his father during his final days but what could he have done? He himself was recovering in a hospital in Miami at the time, though he’d not given anyone, not even Olivia, that sort of information. The last thing he needed was people pitying him. He’d left Montreal for a better life and hadn’t gotten that at all. Sure, he owned a business now but it was all thanks to the money his father had left to both him and Olivia. Split down the middle, he was lucky to have saved up enough of his own as well to get the venue he wanted for the shop. He didn’t think that Olivia approved, but that was mostly because it seemed as though she’d hated his guts ever since he’d left. The thought of being in the same home with her, this time clearing out their father’s things, wasn’t easy. He knew that she’d get frustrated and yell at him at some point. “ – have you been here since…?” He commented, turning his head as he poured himself a drink.
Olivia hated standing in front of her childhood home. Despite the good memories that it once held, it also reminded her of the time that she woke up to find her mother had fled to New York. She recalled the first time that she stood inside the house after her father had passed. It had been exactly a week since he was pronounced dead and it had felt so empty. His laughter wasn’t leaking through the halls like it once was when she would come home from California. Olivia was extremely close to her father and their bond had only grown stronger after Wyatt had decided that he would just leave for New York. She hadn’t really spoken to him, only truly reaching out when her father had passed away. Was she angry? Of course. She was bitter. The person that raised Wyatt with the little that he had was gone and Wyatt wasn’t there. She thought her twin brother would have more respect than that. Olivia always had a soft spot for Wyatt, but she wondered if he had known how much the situation had not only hurt her father, but Olivia as well. She had been at the house since the early hours of the morning. She needed time alone to mourn. She always kept a happy face around others, but when she was alone, it was another story. “Yeah. I’ve been here since six in the morning. I - I just needed time for myself,” she explained. To be honest, she didn’t feel any emotion seeing Wyatt.
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Summer nights were the most beautiful, but tonight Eva felt like the burning end of a cigarette. The sky had opened up and rain pelted the cobbled street of Old Montreal, soaking the rapidly emptying streets as she moved to walk down the centre of the main. Green eyes sought out a lone figure scurrying from a shop out into the street, her voice lifting to find them. “Got an umbrella?”
Olivia had checked the weather prior to coming out to do a little shopping. She had brought a large umbrella since she always enjoyed things in bigger sizes. She was walking outside with her umbrella when she spotted a girl that was dripping wet. She quickly ran over to her and opened up her umbrella. “Does this answer you question?” she smiled.
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The Jack to my Rose, the Mary Jane to my Peter Parker, the Clarke Kent to my Kryptonite, the DiCaprio to my Ollie, the person that always picks me up when I’m down. Thank you for loving me when I don’t deserve it and for always picking up the pieces and making me food and buying me useful and sometimes useless things for my house. I’m glad I walked into your bar two years ago. Here’s to two years of friendship and a hundred more of you having to put up with my shit and me having to take you home after drunk nights. We clean up pretty well, I must say. @haydenwclarke
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“I was in the Army for a decade. More specifically, Special Forces,” Danielle answered. “So I know what it’s like to be surrounded by guys and always having to prove yourself worthy enough to be on the team with them.” But they had eventually become family once they were able to trust her with their lives. “I’m an officer for the SPVM,” shrugging a shoulder at the brunette’s words, Danielle smiled. “And if the altercation was over something like that, I probably wouldn’t arrest you.”
Olivia rarely met women in the army if she was being honest. “Thank you for your service. You’re quite the badass,” she complimented the girl. “Well look at you, doing all these badass things while I sit in a warehouse and look at wires all day,” she chuckled. “Well I’m glad that you wouldn’t arrest me. I’ll make sure to ask for you if this altercation ever does occur.”
“I understand,” Danielle nodded, finding it equally as ridiculous as the brunette. “That’s how it is for me in my field, as well,” she trailed off with a smug smile. “Only it’s probably more acceptable for me to throw punches than in yours. Which is a shame.”
Olivia nodded. “What exactly do you do? Are you a badass woman for a living because I could totally see it,” she chuckled. “Yeah. I think I would get arrested if I started throwing punches around my job. I wouldn’t want to be fired anytime soon.”
So what is your history with the company? I don’t know if that’s exactly what I did, if I was given credit for anything, it would be providing internet service to your laptop, not exactly keeping it together. However if you need me to look at it, I can probably do some magic to it. Coding isn’t something easy to understand, and that’s completely find.
“Well, I got hired about three months after the company started. I was looking around for places in Montreal and it was one of the only places that was willing to hire with me having no prior experience besides the internships I had done in Silicon Valley in California. Well, bless you for providing me internet service so that I can watch Netflix all day. I think my laptop is good now. Thank you for offering though.”
“It’s not just me, is it? This is really bad…? I’m thinking about making a run for the exit.”
“Are you talking about the person who farted? I didn’t think it was you. Are you that embarrassed by it?”
