Hey guys. Sooooooooooooooooo sorry I haven't updated this story! Or my other story's besides Years After, but I love where Years after is going, but I am not giving up on this story, or any of the others. :) So here is this chapter.
Olivia's POV
"Sorry, Wen." I said to my best friend.
He laughed, "It's ok. I can probably come up with something." Just then the bell rang for school to be over. We went and got in our black lemo.
"Can I talk to you, Liv?" Wen asked me when we got back to the hotel.
"Course, Wen." We went and sat on a bench in a garden the hotel had. "What is it?" I asked him.
"It's about Beck..." He said.
"What about him?" I asked.
"I don't like him."
"Why not? He's a good guy."
"Because he's a little bit too nice to you, Liv." What does that mean?
"So? Your really nice to me too, Wen. What are you jealous?" I asked, getting angry.
"I just don't like him around you. He could hurt you, he could be a player, the possiblitys are endless!" He said.
"Sounds to me your getting jealous, Wendell! Your my best friend! Nothing and nobody can come between that!" I yelled.
"NO I'M NOT! ALSO I DON'T LIKE THAT HE KISSED YOU!" He shouted back at me.
"IT WAS IN A SCRIPT, WEN!" I screamed.
"I DON'T CARE!"
"What's going on?" I heard Charlie say behind me.
"What's up with all the screaming?" Mo said.
"Wen's jealous of Beck, that's all." I said, giving Wen a death glare.
"I'm not jealous, I just don't like him."
"Jealous." I yelled as I stormed back toward the hotel.
Charlie's POV
"Jealous." Olivia yelled as she stormed back toard the hotel.
"Wen, your jealous. It's obvious." Mo said.
"I know. I just don't want her to know, and I probably just ruined our friendship." Wen said as he sat down on the bench, putting his head in his hands.
"Don't worry, buddy. I'm sure she'll cool down soon enough." I said, patting his back.
Again, sooooo sorry I haven't updated. Please forgive me. I will try to update these stories more, but no promises. :) Bye.