#oliviawhy

[eleanorwtvr-blog]

the princess and the pauper: an elivia moodboard

[bradywee-blog]

✉ | ♫ | ♦

✉: for a ‘BIG NEWS!’ voicemail

“Hey, Liv, I know it’s late but I just.. I have news that really couldn’t wait. I-I got in, Olivia, I got into that school I applied for.”

♫: for a vague voicemail

"Hey, Olive, remember that thing I asked you to do a while ago? I just, I really need you to do this for me okay? It's not even that big of a deal, it's not like I'm asking you to shave his head or anything, I just need a pair of his jeans. Please, just help me out."

♦: for an apologetic voicemail

"Olivia, come on, you have to talk to me again sometime. Listen, I didn't mean to let it slip, alright? How was I supposed to know your mom reads Savannah's stupid fan magazine? It's not like I walked up to Carmen and told her you broke her heels myself, she just read about it... It's been ten years, she can't be that mad. Ugh, I just.. I'm sorry. I'll buy her the new shoes, okay? Just call me."

[eleanorwtvr-blog]

☽ | ☎ | ✾

☽ -- for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)

Eleanor: Olivia, I never thought I’d have to witness the day you passed. Gee whiz, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people at a funeral before. Marc Jacobs, old yet brilliant, was shedding a tear and wiped it away with a cashmere hankie. Oh, and Karl Lagerfeld himself — how is that man not with God? — designed your casket. And I’ll admit, it was a lovely casket. How I’d love to die and have my casket designed by the genius that is behind the masterpiece that is Chanel. However, the fashion icons don’t matter. It’s you that matters. Behind the glitz and the glamour, you were still a human. A lovely one, a truly beautiful one, both inside and out. I don’t think the world was ever prepared for a girl like you, Olivia, and I don’t think it ever will be.

☎ -- for a voicemail not meant for you

Eleanor: Hey, babe! I just wanted to tell you that you left many articles of clothing at my condo, and I’m going to be sending them over. [Eleanor sees caller ID] Oh my gosh, Olivia, I’m so sorry you had to hear this. But next time you see Brady, tell him to not leave his stuff at my place.

✾ -- for a congratulatory voicemail

Eleanor: Hey, Olivia! You’re probably out celebrating, so I’m not surprised that I’ve been sent to voicemail. But I just wanted to congratulate you on the front cover of Vogue! I saw it the other day whilst grocery shopping. You look gorgeous! Congratulations again, Livy, and I hope to see you soon. 

[ewwariel]

It was Ariel's typical Saturday night...kind of. The bar was still lively and the people highly intoxicated but it wasn't her usual location. The dark haired girl was beginning to feel nostalgic of her usual Santa Monica Blvd partying. Nothing against the clubs in New York but it just wasn't the same. Although, granted it wasn't exactly hard to find a club near by with everything as close as it was in the Big Apple. A perk she'd probably never have in LA. Either way, she pushed her way through the crowded club, earning a few terrifying glares before finally resting her eyes on a slightly familiar face merely paces away. Maybe it was just the trick of the lights or the pill she had popped a few minutes ago, but she pursued the familiar face in the extremely unfamiliar bar. "Yo!" She hollered to the head of bright blonde hair. "You're Olivia, right?" Ariel continued trying to present her voice louder than the blaring music. "I'm Ariel. I think we talked a while back or so but what a coincidence, huh? You wanna get a drink or something? I think I can convince that bouncer to let us into the VIP if you want?"

[fvckevelyn]

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"Wow, so um, just wow. We never really talked much, did we? In all the time I lived in the condos, I never so much as even offered to make you a glass of sweet tea or anything. It seems like I missed a big opportunity, you know? Like, maybe I just missed out on the most amazing friend I could have ever had. It sucks that it took.. this to help me realize that. Anyways, I didn't really know much about you, Olivia, but I would have liked to. I remember talking to you just the once about Thanksgiving, how we had such different views on spending time with our respective families. I went to your funeral yesterday. It seemed a little wrong to go, having not known you as well as everyone else, but it was just something I had to do, you know? They told me a lot about you, your friends. Well, our friends I guess you could say. Everyone really cared for you, peach. They treasured and respected you and maybe I'll never get the chance to fully know you, but I wish I had. After all those nights of hanging out with the same people and having the same friends, I'm almost ashamed that I never took the time to get to know you. Anyways, Brady told us he's going to keep paying the bill for a while, so maybe I'll call again. I hope you're happy wherever you are, Olivia." 

[rllybristol]

✰

✰: My muse invites your muse to dance to Christmas songs.

It was a late friday night and the ECLC gang was having another christmas party. It's been about an hour since the party began and it was in full swing.  Everyone was either dancing or doing something that was suppose to be dancing except for little miss, Olivia Brighton. Bristol saw her sitting alone looking down at her phone and walked towards her. "Get off the phone, Livey! It's party! A Christmas party!" Bristol told Olivia. As if it was on cue, the Mean Girls version of the song Jingle Bell Rock began to play. "Ok, now you've got to dance with me. Let's go." Bristol said and took the phone away from Olivia before pulling her out of her seat so they could do the mean girls performance of Jingle Bell Rock with Claire and Cody. 

[rllybristol]

♔ ☼

Send ♔ for an angry text

Text to Bolivia: so what if i set the fire and sprinklers alarm off and burned 2 batches of cupcakes??///

Text to Bolivia: BUT WAS TELLING EVERYONE ON TWITTER THAT I COULDNT BAKE FOR SHIT REALLY NECESSARY??? 

Text to Bolivia: DAMN IT 

Text to Bolivia: NOW EVERYONE KEEPS SENDING ME TUTORIALS ON HOW TO BAKE A CUPCAKE 

Text to Bolivia: fucking rude this is ur fault 

Send ☼ for a congratulatory text

Text to Bolivia: Congrats on the magazine cover for vogue, Bolivia!!!

Text to Bolivia: your ass and hair looked fab 

[rllybristol]

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Bristol offered to help Olivia with her new cupcake shop until she found some employees and if was working out great until Olivia made Bristol go in the kitchen to bake some cupcakes. Bristol didn’t know what she was doing and had too much pride to ask for help. She ended up cooking the cupcakes for too long, causing the fire alarm to set off and the sprinklers to turn on. Olivia rushed inside the kitchen and turned off the alarm and sprinklers. 

Olivia: WHAT HAPPENED? 

Bristol: [talks very quickly] I maybe, sorta, kinda, somewhat over cooked the cupcakes and kinda started a fire which made the sprinklers and fire alarm go off… [normal voice and raises up the burnt cupcakes] but it’s okay! I saved the cupcakes! Kinda.