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send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them
Olivia woke up late, that’s when she knew it was going to be a bad day. The phone had been updating, thus no alarm. Her favorite breakfast had ran out and she had five minutes to get to class; the hallways were full of people and her binder was the only protection she had from bumping into someone.
“Please move, I’m late!”, she yelled as she tried to avoid people. She had chosen to use these black boots that had a bit of heel, that were not made for running. The door was so close and the brunette saw the teacher walk towards the classroom, “I’m coming, Mr. So–”, she couldn’t finish the sentence.
A few moments later, Mr. Sorrento was looking down at her. “Miss Eldrige, are you okay?”. What? She hadn’t heard any sound, and the floor felt... squishy. “You are lucky I’m used to getting tackled, Liv”, the floor moved and was that laughter? She quickly sat up and looked at what... who she had landed on. “I’m sorry, Jason! I...”, she got on her feet and tried to hide her blush. “Yeah, just get to class. Thanks for practice”, he got up and smiled at her.
send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower
Olivia liked the men’s locker room hot tub. The women’s one seemed to have a waiting list to get on the waiting list, and the guys had this period when they didn’t use it and it seemed a shame to leave it all alone.
Once she checked that there was no one in sight, she got in the tub and turned on the jets. Usually she liked to be in silence, just enjoying the feeling and the peace. But she felt happy, she was back ‘home’ and things were going good, she closed her eyes and started to hum, not having a song in mind.
They call you lady luck, but there is room for doubt, she started to sing, the orchestra in her head was the only companion she had, at times you have very un-lady-like way of running out, she heard a small laugh and opened her eyes, “who is there?”. She got out of the tub and covered herself in her robe, “I have pepper spray!”.
Jason came into view with his hands up, “I’m sorry. I was going to... but someone was using the jets and... well, here we are”. She looked at the floor with a smile, “I’m sorry, I’m leaving. It’s your locker room after all”. Olivia took her things and started to walk out, “you have a nice voice, you know”.
