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The Giggly, Silly princess of our Story ♥
Ollie sat up with a yawn, looking around the darkened room. Grabbing her somewhat new Motorolla Cliq, checking anything vital. There had been a text from her step-mother, but that was it. Groaning, she read the text which would be all-too-obvious as to what it would be, not bothering to reply. Looking at the time, it was only about eight-thirty, another yawn escaping the blonde beauty's lips. She got up and looked around the suite, all the girls scattered about. She had taken the couch for the night, not paying attention to where everybody else was. grabbing her iPod, the girl got up and walked over to her bag and grabbed out an outfit, slightly unaware if it matched or not. When the groggy girl had finally gotten dressed, she made her way downstairs, listening to her pant legs swishing against each other. With a sigh, she finally made it down to the lobby, realizing that there actually was an elevator there, she just didn't see it. Muttering to herself, Ollie went to the small cafe area and got a light snack, not exactly hungry but needed to eat something. Yawning, the blue eyed "angel" went back up to her room, using the elevator this time. As she placed the small, blue earbuds into their rightful places, she wondered when in the world Nick would wake up, him being like an older brother to her. Giving up on that thought, she went back into the suite she was in the night before, curling up on the couch like a kitten or puppy. She had been listening to "She's Leaving Home" by The Beatles, her eyes drooping low. Soon enough, she was fast asleep once more, snoozing away quietly.
Opening her eyes once more, Ollie realized she had fallen asleep for two hours, it now being ten-thirty. Getting up and walking over toward the small mini-fridge, she grabbed a can of Dr Pepper, deciding alcohol wasn't a good idea. It wasn't like she hadn't had a beer before, she just didn't feel like drinking then. That was a night thing to her. Yawning once again, the girl grabbed two drumsticks and headed out of the room once more, ready to hang out somewhere else. Soda in hand, the girl went down to the lobby once more and sat in a windowsill, watching how the life of New Jersey worked. With a sigh, she listened to the growl of her stomach, ignoring it at the beginning. Yawning, Olivia went outside the hotel, ready for some fresh air. It had seemed slightly stuffy inside the hotel itself, something that the girl could no longer stand. Now she was listening to "Hollywood Whore" by Papa Roach, singing along as she smacked things with her sticks, bored and hungry. With a small smile, she began to see people walk by her as she sat on the ground, a sigh betraying her. Soon enough, a little girl had walked up to her, and began to smile. Pointing at Ollie, the little blonde haired girl's smile faded, then grew wide. "Debauchery," she whispered, being rushed away by her apologetic mother. A look of bewilderment rested on Ollie's face as she stared blankly into the direction of the little girl, wondering how in the world she knew that word and if she knew what it meant. Shrugging, Ollie pulled out her phone and began to play games on it, bored out of her mind.
Standing up, Olivia walked back inside and sat down on one of the comfortable lobby chairs, quite content with it. She watched quietly as she watched her band's manager, Austen Doogen, came downstairs, a concerned look on his face. Of course Ollie got up and walked over to the man, a look of no interest on her face. She really could care less for the man. The only reason why she ever really talked to him was because he was her step-father. That was the deal for her to be in a band. Whatever band she joined, her step-father would be the manager. That was that. Her mother would always be faithful to the stupid man, "Doofus" being his nickname. If only she were two years older. Then she could fire his a** and they could do what they want. If only, if only. With a sigh, he started to blow up in her face about not staying in the room until he came and got her, going so on and so on about every small detail. Looking up at him quietly, Ollie sighed and sulked up toward the suite, Austen following her. Groaning, she looked back at him, starting to get pissed off at him. Shaking her head, she went into the room and closed it, trying to be quiet for the other three girls who were sleeping. She always imagined having this awesome sweet sixteen party, getting to do most of what she wanted. That didn't happen. Instead, on her sixteenth birthday, Ollie had gotten bitched out by Austen about how she was going to be a slutty little baby all her life, and that she was spoiled. She of course, screamed back at him, telling him that he ruined her sixteenth birthday, and soon, her life. Sighing at the memories, Ollie sat on the couch once more, sending a text to Nick, asking him if she could come hang out with him and the other band's guys since she had nothing better to do.
○○○○○○○You were only waiting For this moment to be free
