hey it's lauren, my first time doing this so be nice :)

Olivia's P.O.V-

The sun reflected off of the eggshell white walls, waking me up just around 9 am on February 15th. I rolled over with a huge smile on my face, but instead of my boyfriend, Samantha's overweight bulldog Bernie was nuzzled beneath the sheets.

"Bernie," I cooed running my fingers through his short fur "Where's Garrett?"

Bernie groaned and flopped over back to sleep. I rolled my eyes and stood up, I instantly felt indecent in just my black cotton camisole and matching boy shorts. I tugged a white terrycloth robe around my body and quietly tiptoed down the hallway of my sister's spacious top floor apartment.

I stopped in front of the front room mirror examining my reflection. My tired eyes stared back at me; I blinked twice and scanned the rest of the room. It was oddly immaculate, almost right out of an IKEA catalog. I searched around for any sign of Garrett, nothing.

I eyed the suitcases perfectly placed near the door, and groaned out loud thinking about the laundry I would have to do once I got back to Arizona. Typical me, always thinking 3 steps ahead. Garrett and I were spending the week in LA. He was finishing up some tracks for his band, The Maine's, new album while I was dog sitting Bernie while Samantha traveled to who knows where with her current flame, Bryan.

I plopped down on the couch, sitting Indian style making a mental list of what I needed to do today. Prepare my presentation for work was the first and only thing that came to mind. I worked at Warner Brothers Records, as an assistant to the Public relations executive. It's quite the title for someone who gets coffee and makes fancy looking charts and poster boards using data somebody else collected. A lot of people think that's where Garrett and I met, and I swear if I hear "don't mix business with pleasure" one more time I'm going to flip my lid!

Well, it's not entirely untrue though. We didn't meet at Warner we just reconnected there. We met two nights before I went to college. My boyfriend at the time, Jake, thought it would be a good idea to take me to this local punk rock show. He was kicked out of the club before the set even started and I was too busy being swept off my feet by a mysterious boy with maroon hair to notice.

So here I am, four years later, sitting alone in my Sister's apartment in downtown LA waiting for that boy with the maroon hair to come home.

After a steamy shower, I sat down at the kitchen table with a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of tea to begin working on the presentation.

Two loud knocks at the door interrupted me, as I was about to take a huge bite out of my sandwich. I tiptoed over to the door and opened it slowly, I didn't bother to check the peephole, I already knew who it was.

"Hey baby!" Garrett said holding a small bouquet of red roses. Yesterday was valentine's day- it wasn't like he forgot; we flew to LA in the afternoon, got back from the airport and went right to sleep. Really romantic, I know.

"Thanks" I said pulling an empty glass vase from the kitchen.

"You're mad." He said sitting down on the couch, pulling off his leather shoes

"Mad? Me? Whaaaat?" I said in a high pitched voice.

Garrett rolled his eyes and Flipped on the TV. I placed the Roses on the small coffee table, and pushed him over to make room for myself.

"Where were you?" I whispered into his ear.

"Getting you those flowers" He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose

"Why are you the best boyfriend ever?" I laughed and curled into his lap

"How are you feeling?" He asked running his fingers through my damp hair

I knew he was referring to the episode yesterday in bathroom, I tried to play it off like it was no big deal, but if that girl, charlie, hadn't been in the bathroom I don't know what would have happened to me.

"I'm okay- just tired." I said with an accompanying yawn

"Why don't you nap? It's early?" He responded

I eyed the presentation materials sprawled out on the table.

"Because I still haven't given you my valentine's day gift yet." I said standing up, and pulling his hand

"I think your present trumps mine" He said smiling as he followed me into the guest bedroom of the apartment.

"Happy belated valentines day." I said seductively kicking the door shut behind me.

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