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STARTER: CLOSED  LOCATION: MYSTIC FARMER’S MARKET DATE: JUNE 6, 2021 TIME: 9:04 AM

                    As the warm summer sun sliced through the clouds, the farmers market was alive and bustling with perhaps the biggest crowd Olivia had seen since September. Although the couple had been forced to take a break for winter, Sunday mornings at the farmer’s market had returned back in May and remained a tradition she looked forward to almost weekly. From munching on baked goods and artisanal coffees, to helping Wyatt pick up fresh ingredients for his recipes, it always seemed to be the highlight of Olivia’s week. 

                     As a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, the brunette took a moment to stand back and admire her view. To many, watching their partner pick out the perfect bunch of potatoes wasn’t anything to swoon over. But with Wyatt, it was things like this that made her adore him. His passion for culinary arts was evident, in a similar fashion to the way she agonized over her cases. It was nice to finally be with somebody who understood, who had his own set of goals and aspirations, and wanted to see her thrive just as much as he did. “By the way you’re examining that thing, you’d swear you were preparing for brain surgery. Something on your mind?”

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wyattdcvis​:

For a split second, he almost wondered if he’d completely read the situation wrong. When she didn’t say anything, it was too easy to question the whole thing. A part of Wyatt had always wondered if she still viewed him as her ex’s boss who was just taking pity on her and showing her around his hometown. Or worse still, that she thought he was too damaged to ever be interested in him. But then she was reaching forward, leaning forward, and as their lips met, his fears were very quickly silenced.

It was almost too good to be true. As her lips pressed against his, Wyatt felt himself relaxing and yet tensing as a wave of electricity pulsed through him all at the same time. The moment their lips touched, while incredibly exciting, also felt perfectly right, like they were meant to do this. Suddenly, Wyatt couldn’t believe he had waited this long to finally work up the nerve to admit how he felt about her. All of the time he had spent worrying instead felt like a  complete waste of time.

Reaching forward to cup the back of her neck, he pulled her in closer as he deepened the kiss, as if he could show her just how much he was ready to move forward. Ready to move forward, that is, with her. He reveled in how soft and perfect her lips felt and how much he couldn’t wait to make up for all of the time he had wasted. In that moment, Wyatt was pretty sure that nothing could feel better than getting to kiss Olivia Tate.

Far too soon for his liking, he pulled away, just enough so that he could rest his forehead against her and look down into her beautiful eyes. “So, does this mean we don’t have to move to New York?” he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as his free hand moved upwards so he could delicately brush the back of his fingertips over her cheek.

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             As Wyatt retracted from the kiss, Olivia couldn’t help but release a small sigh of content. For as much as she hadn’t been quite ready to pull away, the brunette was thankful for a chance to catch her breath, as well as the opportunity to gaze into his eyes once more. “No, no. We don’t have to move to New York,” she said with a chuckle. “But I’ll follow you anywhere you want to go. We were already separated once and I hated it, so now you’re kind of stuck with me.” 

             The more Olivia said, the brighter her complexion became. Even an hour ago, she wouldn’t have believed that she’d be here, kissing her best friend or admitting to any of the feelings she had for him. Despite her usual confidence, Wyatt had always made her a little nervous and now she finally knew why. “Is this as new to you as it is to me? How long have you felt this way, and why didn’t you say anything before?”

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wyattdcvis​:

At her question, he realized he probably should be considering that. He had had so many reservations about coming back to Mystic. Beyond being in close proximity to his father and ex, both of whom he had pretty triggering, if not toxic, relationships with, he had simply worried that living in this town again would be enough of a stumbling block to his progress. But truthfully, with Liv here, he knew he hadn’t even considered leaving Mystic. It simply wasn’t an option. She was enough of a draw for him at this point that he was more than willing to deal with the close proximity to his father. But he wasn’t willing to not have her in his life on a daily basis. 

He opened his mouth, about to answer, when she forged ahead, offering to move back to the city with him. He contemplated her for a second, was she being serious? Was she really offering to move just so she could continue to have him in her life? Did this mean what he thought it might? As he cocked his head to the side a bit, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged one side of his mouth upwards in a crooked smile. She couldn’t know how happy hearing all of that made him. But it did. His heart began to pick up its’ pace with the possibility that maybe, just maybe she felt something for him too. 

Slowly, he rose to his feet so that he could climb up the few stairs in between them and sit down on her level. Once he had, he brought his gaze to meet hers and as his eyes found her dark brown ones, he couldn’t help but smile. “I wasn’t thinking about leaving Mystic, Liv.” he explained. “Truthfully, I hadn’t even considered the possibility of moving because,” he paused for a second. For so long he had been holding back, afraid of ruining their friendship by being too forthcoming about his feelings. But as he looked into her eyes, he knew that if he was ever going to tell her, this seemed like the time to do it. He swallowed and continued on, “well, because you’re here.” As a strand of her hair was blown out of place by the wind, Wyatt reached up to tuck it behind her ear, wishing he could do more, but refusing to act more on his feelings until he had an actual confirmation from her. “And getting to be with you, do things like carve pumpkins and go to the farmer’s market together… I’m just not quite sure I’m willing to give any of that up, Ms. Tate. I care about you too much to even think about leaving you any time soon.” By the end of his little speech, his smile had turned into a sheepish grin. He just hoped he wasn’t about to face a whole pile of rejection.  

               It almost seemed silly to deny it any longer. She had spent too many months worrying about what Liam would think, or what her feelings would mean for their friendship. But above all else, Olivia held back because she was scared. She had been engaged, she had been in the middle of planning her wedding, and then she had been dumped and discarded like yesterday’s trash. She had spent so long worrying that she would be seen as nothing more than damaged goods, that she hadn’t even realized these emotions were mutual. 

                As his fingers brushed against her skin, Olivia could feel her heart begin to flutter and her breathing grow shallow. It was difficult to know just what to say, or think, or do in this moment. So instead the brunette acted on impulse, responding to his confession in the only way she knew how — physically.

               Captivated by his azure gaze, Olivia found herself closing the distance between them. There had always been something about the way that Wyatt looked at her that made her feel invincible. Not in a way that made her want to take on the world, but in the way that made her feel seen and understood. In a way that made her feel safe. In a way that assured her that things would be okay, even if she took that big leap. Even if she kissed him. 

               Palm resting against the side of his neck, there was only a moment of hesitation before finally allowing their lips to meet in what felt like a long awaited kiss. It was like finally coming up for air when she didn’t even know that she had been holding her breath this whole time. 

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alexandertcte​:

         It was almost like she’d read his mind — a common feeling, considering they’d practically done so since birth. It was uncanny, the connection he held with Olivia and just how easily they understood one another without needing to express it. But when she did, Alex couldn’t help but feel complete in some way, knowing that they shared one mind sometimes. “Was about to say the exact same thing. It’s.. definitely wild.” And not at all his kind of party, but alas.. what better way to celebrate than in their own club? The people of Mystic had come to know Olivia quite well since her arrival, especially since her affiliation with The 401. The guests were there for them tonight, and as much as he was appreciative, he was also, admittedly, somewhat shy at the notion of being a part of the spotlight. It’d always made him nervous. “Oh yeah, I remember. It was the day mom almost killed me.. that look in her eyes. Just like she’s going to murder me for not replying to her calls, either. So we’re heading up for Thanksgiving, yeah?” That alone also made him nervous. 

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               “It’s okay, reasonably, it’s only believable if one of us is the good child. Nobody gets lucky enough to have two.” With a playful wink, Olivia nudged her brother’s arm in jest. She knew she wasn’t the angelic daughter their parents had hoped for or made her out to be, but she tried. For them, if no one else. “Mom was saying that they could come here instead, but... I know they’d want to see the club if they did. Marvel at your accomplishments. Do you think it’s a good idea?” Alex had been good about keeping a rather low profile and it wasn’t that she doubted him, more that they’d find a way to tear things apart or put him under a microscope. While he was quite a successful business owner, this wasn’t the path they would have chosen for him, and she knew their mother had her suspicions. 

                “Let’s not worry about that tonight, though. Tonight’s about us. I’m proud of you, you know? You’ve done really well for yourself and you have a lot of people who love and support you. Me included.”

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       Narrowing his eyes, Dean finds it rather amusing — not that he’d let her know that any time soon — that someone else was finally beginning to see past the mayor’s perfect little facade. “And how would his position corrupt me?” He asks, out of sheer curiousity. Pausing mid walk, he turns to her, wholly interested in everything she had to say.. but even more so, when she revealed her Hannah Montana side. “So you’re telling me that you’re convincing the poor people of Mystic that you’re a journalist, when really, you’re investigating the fire in the hopes of not being caught by Mayor Holder, or anyone really, so as not to have any potential suspect on your trail?“ Amusement, as always, colours his features as that telltale, mischievous grin of his tugs at his lips. “You just became a whole lot more interesting, Detective Tate. Question is, how do you know you can trust me? What if you’ve just blown your entire cover?” 

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                “Well... You know, a lot of the time, children follow in their parents’ footsteps. Or at least abide by the same morals. It wouldn’t have surprised me if that was the case for you and your siblings. I know your brother works for mine, and he seems to think the world of your father. Both very strong personalities. But you... You’re just different.” Olivia knew that it was a pretty big claim to make about someone she had only just met, but it was true. She knew it in her heart, if nothing else.

                “What can I say? I’m going to spend my entire career solving other people’s mysteries, might as well have a little fun and be mysterious myself. I’m afraid there’s quite a lot you don’t know about me, Mr. Holder. I’ve always been a pretty good judge of character, but something I’ve come to learn is is that you aren’t often rewarded in life without a little risk.”

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wyattdcvis​:

Wyatt waited anxiously for her response. Were his eyes tricking him or did she look, for even just the briefest second, like she was disappointed when he mentioned sleeping with Hadley? Wyatt knew he had to be careful not to let his own feelings for Liv cloud his perception of her reactions to things. But he really could have sworn he’d seen a bit of a less than thrilled reaction in her response. 

He quickly began to explain himself. “Yeah, that one.” Admitting that alone had him feeling like he had backtracked so much in the last few months. His time in New York had helped Wyatt to get to such a healthy point in his life, and he was beginning to realize how much being back in Mystic, being around Hadley had dragged him away from the healthy mindset he had strived for in New York. It wasn’t Hadley’s fault, or even Mystic’s, really. It was more so the way he allowed them to affect him. He needed to do a better job of holding himself accountable when it came to moving forward with his life. 

He scoffed at Liv’s question, not that she would ask it, for that would be the natural response of anyone after an admission like the one he had just made, but at the thought of actually moving in that direction with his life. Moving backwards. He quickly shook his head. “No, kind of the opposite, really.” he began. “Eye-opening in that it made me realize how much I wanted-no, needed- to move on from that part of my life.” Placing the carving knife down, he ran his hand over his face. “I don’t know if this is going to make any sense, but I left Mystic for a reason. And I realized that being back here, being around her again, was all very much a slippery slope into my old, unhealthy life, that I wasn’t doing a good enough job of trying to avoid falling into. So if anything, it was kind of the kick up the ass I needed to realize that I want, and need, to move forward with my life… not backward.” By the end of his sentence, he had drawn his gaze up to meet hers wondering if - hoping - she realized what he was insinuating by wanting to move forward. 

             Admittedly, Olivia was a little confused. While she was happy to know that his feelings for Hadley hadn’t returned, she still couldn’t help but worry about what he was insinuating. Had Wyatt come to realize that Mystic was only holding him back? Had sleeping with Hadley been the thing to tip him off? To make him realize that he should be back in New York? And most importantly, how did this make her feel? She wanted to see him thrive, to do what was best for him, but she also quite selfishly wanted him to stay. 

            “Are you having second thoughts about living here, in Mystic? Truthfully, I knew that this day would come sooner or later. I mean, you have so much going on back in the city... your career is really going places.. I can understand why you would feel restrained here. Even I do sometimes. But...” Olivia stopped to look at him, her heart weighing heavily inside her chest. There was no thinking before she spoke. There was no stopping to consider how crazy she’d sound. There were only words. “I’ll come with you. I’ll come back to New York with you, if it’s what you really want. I mean.. Dylan and Harrison are here... I don’t know how you feel about Liam anymore but, I can keep you company.”

             Realizing that she had begun to ramble, Olivia took a moment to compose herself. She didn’t know why the thought of losing him had her so frantic, just that it did. “You just... make me happy, Wy. I don’t know if I can imagine my life without you in it.”

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A simple envelope sat poised to be opened. That birthday card happy and bright with it’s colourful greetings and wishes for another year of life. But it was the picture that laid folded inside that was important. That drawing of a dragon with its female knight in shinning armour—that thing painstakingly made in pencil and love, now that was what  stole the show.

There was a message too. One that stood within the corner, written in script that gave way to the artist’s age:

Thank you for helping my mama.

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STARTER: CLOSED LOCATION: THE 401 TIME: 9:48 PM

                   Birthday parties were something the twins had always had to share, and although it had been a nuisance as children, Olivia had grown appreciative with age. After all, why wouldn’t she want to celebrate the life of her favorite human? The person who had been her best friend since childbirth. This year in particular was special. Not only because they had reunited in Mystic, but because they hadn’t been able to celebrate together the year before. 

                   Courtesy of Alex’s staff, The 401 was decked out with balloons and confetti, and a two-tiered cake waited centre stage as their guests began to pour in. Admittedly, more than 75% of them were Alex’s friends, but Olivia didn’t mind. She felt just as special for being included in the madness. “God, this is nuts. Even crazier than our tenth birthday party at the waterpark. Do you remember when your friend ran off and mom had a mental breakdown? Speaking of which, she keeps trying to FaceTime me. We’re definitely hearing about this at Thanksgiving.”

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Olivia Tate (Janet Montgomery) is looking for her EX-FIANCE. 

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                             Under normal circumstances, Harry might’ve called out her little fib, but thought better of it. The need for pretense wasn’t lost on him; Olivia was in a reprehensibly awkward position. If she was too kind to him in any one interaction, she would be labelled as having taken his ‘side.’ And his side was clearly not the right side. No, he’d avoid addressing the obvious, if only for tonight. If she’d gotten wind of the party, it meant she had ended up here, in Mystic, too. “Thank you,” he responded, to her sarcastic remark about his costume. “Halloween is… Well, it’s a party.” Dropping his voice to a lower volume, Harry leaned in slightly and asked: “And what are we investigating?” When the blonde before him seemed bewildered at best, Harry gestured toward her costume with a light chuckle, then following up. “What case are you trying to crack, Nancy Drew?”

                Harrison was one of the few people in town who knew Olivia’s true identity. To him, she wasn’t just a cocktail waitress at The 401, she was a private investigator. Although those words may have made her jump coming from anyone else’s lips, Harry didn’t scare her. Even if she didn’t exactly want him to know what she was up to or why she had remained in town this long. She was happy to let him think that she was here spending time with her brother out of heartbreak, rather than let him in on her secret project.

                 “It’s a pretty big one, actually. Just trying to figure out why you’re here instead of New York, but I think I’ve already figured it out. The bigger mystery is why you were unfaithful to your wife.” Done with playing games, Olivia narrowed her eyes on the older gentleman and folded both arms across her chest. There was no use in playing nice with somebody who didn’t deserve her time. “That one I just really can’t seem to figure out.”

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THE CHARACTER…

NAME: Olivia Tate AGE: 34 BIRTHDAY: November 24th, 1986 GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female/she/her BIRTHPLACE: Westerly, Rhode Island OCCUPATION: Private Investigator / Cocktail Waitress at The 401 FACE CLAIM: Janet Montgomery

THEIR STORY…

Trigger Warnings: abduction, fire, crime

We all grow up listening to bedtime stories — fantasies about princesses in far off places and horse-drawn carriages that turn into pumpkins at the stroke of midnight. For Olivia Tate, however, this wasn’t the case. Her bookshelves had been filled with the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Carolyn Keene. Much like her father, a journalist for the local newspaper, Olivia had a bright and curious mind. She loved digging through facts and clues, and solving every case long before the author had finally revealed the culprit. But while she was always up for a more puzzling mystery, the young girl had never imagined that her life would turn into one.

At the age of eleven, Olivia’s neighbour and childhood best friend, Samantha Connelly, was abducted from her own front yard. There were no witnesses and not a single clue had been left behind. To most outsiders, the only sign that Samantha had even been there was the pink and purple jump rope she left laying in the grass. For the police station of a small, beachside town, cases like this were rather few and far between. And whether they wanted to admit it or not, they were in over their heads. After three long years of searching, Samantha’s story was cast aside and the once popular case was put on the back burner. Although there had been many tips over the years, none of them had ever gone anywhere and all suspects had been released after questioning. For Olivia, the news was heartbreaking, but what frustrated her the absolute most was that this was the one case she hadn’t been able to solve. While she had loved immersing herself in the stories of Nancy Drew, this time there was a real life on the line. A family was involved, and she was determined to give them the closure they needed, no matter the conclusion.

As high school came to a close, many of her friends were still undecided about what they wanted to do. But for Olivia, it was a no-brainer. She had always dreamed of obtaining a license in private investigation. The only question was where and how. Although she had always been close with her parents and twin brother, Alex, Olivia longed for her first taste of freedom. That curious mind had an agenda, and there was only so much that Rhode Island could offer her, much to her family’s disapproval. Andrew and Elizabeth had always supported their daughter, wholeheartedly believing that she was capable of whatever she set her mind to. Their hesitation only came after finding out that her dream school was located in none other than the notoriously dangerous, New York City.

Stubborn as she was, Olivia held out hope, declaring to her helicopter parents that she wouldn’t be continuing with any post-secondary education until they gave in. While it wasn’t a decision she had wanted to make, Olivia found other ways to spend her time, working as a journalist at her father’s newspaper and exploring the darker side of her small town. For as long as she could possibly remember, she had shared an indescribable bond with her twin. They were two halves of a perfect whole — yin and yang, peanut butter and jelly. On the outside, incredibly similar, but on the inside, there were many differences. For one, Olivia’s aura had always been rather bright, allowing her passion and drive to push her to see things more positively. Her brother, on the other hand, remained at war with his inner demons, surrendering to the darkness within him and the satisfaction that followed. While she dreamed of a future in law enforcement, Alex found himself wrapped up in the world of crime. And there was only so much time before he had taken her along for the ride.

For someone who longed for thrill and adventure, writing for the town newspaper felt rather bleak. The wannabe-detective longed for bigger stories and interesting articles that would leave readers on the edge of their seat. With Alex’s help and insider information, it wasn’t long before Olivia was using his connections to her advantage, manipulating the system to get the answers she sought. In her eyes, there wasn’t a problem so long as she was fighting for the greater good. A modern day Robin Hood, if you will, fighting for those who could not fight for themselves. No matter the consequences.

It wasn’t until Olivia turned twenty-three that her parents finally gave in, allowing her to finally leave the nest and study criminology in New York City. Making a vow to herself and her future career, the student decided to put the past behind her, playing by the rules and absorbing all of her professors’ knowledge like a sponge. In addition to the plethora of new information, something or rather, someone else caught her attention. His name was Liam Hawthorne, and he was not only the most handsome man she had ever seen, but the most intelligent. It wasn’t long before the two were engaged, and she returned to Westerly with not only a degree, but a ring on her finger. On paper, everything was perfect, but below the surface, there was something missing. For Liam, an aspiring chef, Olivia was obsessive. And not in the ways he wanted her to be. She was always doing research, but never for their wedding. She would never talk to him, but rather talk at him instead. It was almost as if she had become an encyclopedia of information, rather than the woman he’d once fallen in love with.

After only eight months of trying to make things work, they broke off the engagement and Olivia was left to face the truth about not only her relationship, but her career as well. In the grand scheme of things, she was proud of herself. Long gone were the days of solving mysteries from her bed. She was a real detective now. The only problem was that it wasn’t quite as thrilling as she’d imagined. Fresh out of school, she’d managed to catch a thief, who had been smuggling money from a local restaurant. She had also assisted a sixty-year-old woman in finding her long lost friend. But those just weren’t the tasks she’d had in mind. Olivia longed for the excitement, the adventure, the uncrackable cases she’d read about as a child. She wanted people to take her seriously, and she would need some real practice if she was ever going to solve Samantha’s disappearance. Which was exactly how she ended up a little less than an hour away from Westerly, in the town of Mystic, Connecticut.

With seemingly nowhere to go but home, Alex was nice enough to take her in, offering Olivia a place to stay as well as a job as a cocktail waitress at his club, The 401. While it was no hard-hitting case, it was a way to pass the time in a place like Mystic. Much like her hometown, the private investigator had only assumed that there would be nothing of interest for her there. But, boy, was she wrong. Four shifts into her new job, Olivia couldn’t help but eavesdrop on a conversation about the infamous fire and all of the unknown details surrounding the event. Similar to Samantha’s story, the police hadn’t done a thing and she felt a sudden determination to change that outcome. This time, the case wouldn’t go another decade unsolved. She would find answers. No matter the cost.

THEIR PERSONALITY…

+ ambitious, curious, level-headed. - obsessive, stubborn, over-analytical. 

PORTRAYED BY NIKI. 

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deanholdcr·:

       “I guess I will,” Dean meets Olivia’s gaze with that telltale smirk of his, amusement written over the entirety of his features. “I don’t think I’ve heard of him. Oh, yeah—not too far from here at all. Are you planning on sticking ‘round?” He wasn’t entirely aware of his counterpart’s intentions, but the energy she exuded was nice enough. And truth be told, he was happy to help. After all, anything to piss off his tight-lipped asshole of a father. The mere mention of his father unnerved him, causing him to momentarily hold his breath. “Well, not by choice, that’s for sure.” If only he could lie, but what would be the point? “He’s my father,” the bitterness that left his lips couldn’t possibly go unnoticed, his very features a giveaway as to his feelings towards the man. “Did he say much? I can’t imagine he’d offered anything but his usual… niceties.” Arching a brow, Dean couldn’t help but pause in his tracks, turning to Olivia now. “Trust takes a long time to build. But I think I did okay with our first trust exercise, no? You know, recommending the greatest juice on the planet.” 

                It was rather amusing to consider the fact that their friendship, no matter how short-lived, had all been attributed to his unsolicited recommendation. At the beginning of her morning, Olivia had, had her sights set on a smoothie, and yet she had trusted him enough to give up on that craving. “You make a good point there, Mr. Holder. You also don’t seem to have been corrupted by your father’s position as mayor, and I respect that.” After taking a deep breath, the blonde stopped to consider where she should begin.

                 “Well I’m actually not a journalist. I’m a private investigator. When I say I want to research the fire, I mean that I want to figure out who started it. I want to do the work that the police department didn’t. After talking to your father, it’s very clear that he stands behind them. But personally, I think that they wrote things off too easily. Maybe there was even a cover up.” She knew that what she was saying would sound crazy and she knew that she was probably putting too much faith in him. But at the end of the day, Olivia also recognized how beneficial he could be to her case and the likelihood that she would ever solve it.

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What a kind person. Cohen was a little distracted with his drunk-ness to really take note of how kind she was by putting up with him like this. So he just dove further into himself. Did he want to talk about it? That’s a good question. He’ll give it a shot. “Well I usually dont’ really find myself genuinely interested in people. I found someone that I really did want to be invested in. I thought maybe she wanted those things to, but how she treated me. And thne I asked her out and she said no. Gave the classic lines.” He huffs. “Not to mention, family drama, and finding out a person I thought I’d dated didn’t think we’d dated at all. Clearly, the universe is trying to mock me.”

               Taking a deep breath, Olivia prepared herself for all that was about to unravel. Truthfully, she didn’t know what she was getting herself into, or even what advice she would be able to offer, but at the very least she had been there to listen. “I’m sorry about that. Love is never easy, but unrequited love is even harder. I’ve learned, though, that it’s not always you. Sometimes those people have their own hangups that prevent them from taking the plunge. But I think the right love will come along when you’re ready for it. A lot of people subconsciously go for those who will never be able to make it work, as a form of self-sabotage. It could also be that if you’re noticing patterns.” Olivia was by no means a love guru. She had only ever been in three serious relationships, but all of them had been long-lasting. “As for the family thing, that’s never fun. But they are your family and a family’s love is unconditional. Things will work themselves out eventually. Maybe you just have to find some common ground.”

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wyattdcvis·:

Wyatt kept his gaze trained on his pumpkin as she spoke. It wasn’t until she said that she had slept with West and he couldn’t help but quickly glance up at her, that he realized he had been sawing away at the same line the entire time she had been speaking. He quickly busied himself with trying to salvage the design. He knew he had no right to feel, well really anything, about who Liv chose to spend her time with. First of all, he had yet to actually voice his feelings for her so he didn’t actually know if she returned them. Secondly, hadn’t he slept with Hadley just a few weeks ago? And finally, because Liv was her own person and could do whatever the hell she wanted. So he quickly buried any feelings of jealousy before he allowed himself to speak. “Sounds like it’s been a pretty educational relationship for you.” he replied with just a bit of a smile tugging his lips upwards as he finally dragged his gaze over to her for longer than a second this time. Wyatt really did want what was best for Olivia and he was glad that she had been able to come to this realization. 

“Well, since we’re sharing,” he began, taking in a deep breath before he continued, “that friend you saw me with at the wedding, was actually my ex.” he offered, wondering if she would remember the little he had confided in her and Liam back in New York about his last relationship. He hadn’t told them much, just that the relationship had become quite unhealthy for both parties involved and he’d needed the physical distance of being in New York to actually be able to get healthy again. “And, full transparency, we also ended up spending the night together a couple weeks ago and it was a pretty eye-opening experience for me as well.” He knew that by being this open, he was going to eventually have to tell her how he felt about her. How sleeping with Hadley had actually made him realize how much he needed to allow himself to truly move forward with his life and how Olivia symbolized that in so many ways for him. 

                    Olivia had already prepared herself for Wyatt’s judgement, knowing that this kind of thing was far out of character for her. Before West, she had only ever slept with a total of three men, all of them serious relationships that had lasted a year or more. It wasn’t that she judged anyone for having one night stands, but personally she had never been into the idea of sharing her body with a stranger. It was just the way she had been raised. 

                    Surprised by her friend’s understanding, the blonde felt a sense of relief wash over her. She didn’t know why she cared about his opinion or what it would change, but the feeling brought her inner peace. Just as Olivia had been prepared to respond, Wyatt announced that he had his own news to share and the woman’s eyes rose from her pumpkin to watch him attentively.

                    At the mention of his ex, Olivia’s heart dropped. Not because he had been talking to her, but because she had been the person in town to have given her the hardest time. While she could understand why the fire was such a touchy subject for most, it hadn’t made her threatening comments any easier on the ears. “You mean the one you told me about?” Attempting to swallow the lump that had formed at the back of her throat, Olivia busied herself with the design. Maybe if she forced a smile onto her lips, he’d think that she was happy for him, rather than completely devastated. “Oh really? Eye-opening in what way? You’re not over her?” Although she was already bracing herself for the answer, she felt silly in doing so. How could she judge him when she had gone and done the exact same thing? But, of course, that had been weeks ago. Weeks before these undeniable feelings had bubbled to the surface of her brain.