A/N: That's right. I write fast and I don't care if you like it. Ok, I care a little bit. I just get bored easily and write whatever pops into my head. That's how I roll, yo. You gotta love me. Kind of like you gotta love that nickel, Philip. He's sexy. If you don't watch cartoons you don't know what I'm talking about.
Olivia walked down the sidewalk, towards Elliot's apartment. She probably shouldn't, but it wasn't like she cared at the moment. Lately she had been doing a lot of things she shouldn't. What was one more?
When she arrived outside of his building she looked up to see if his light was on. It was of course. It was, after all, only 7 PM. She quickly and quietly made her way up to his apartment.
After knocking on his door she stood and waited for a moment. She was about to turn around and leave when the door began to open. She looked up to see Elliot standing there, looking every bit as good as always.
Elliot moved aside to allow Olivia into his living room. "Hey." He said cheerfully.
"Hey..." She replied as she walked passed him, into what was now his home. He motioned for her to have a seat on the couch as he sat down on the other end. She obliged.
"Are you ok? Did you need something? Need to talk about something?" He asked, genuinely concerned.
Ok, my Mother just yelled something about my Grandmother that didn't sound right at all. I'm almost sure she didn't say what I think she said, but one can never be completely positive. I may need some serious therapy...
P.S. Pretend you like it and stuff.
Oh, and I'll write more later. It wasn't supposed to stop there, but I have some stuff I have to go do. Later. ;)
