Hey guys, so first off, I'm really sorry about how long it takes me to update. I have my other story to finish, and I have other homework, and a buncha other crap to do so :P Just wanted to say special thank you to CloverHeart609, Madame Degrassi19820 and BigTimeGleekBTR for doing a review :D Thanks guys, hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter Five -Packing

Olivia's POV

I stood in my room, packing up my bag. Yes, I know what your thinking. Shouldn't the maid be doing it? Well guess what - it's 2:00 a.m. I couldn't sleep from the anxiety. I'm not as worried about staying at Ivy's place, as I am about Jackson. I hadn't heard from him in days, and I thought maybe the paparazzi had sneaked a photo of me, with my swollen belly, and Jackson saw it, and was avoiding me now.

I looked around the room. I picked up a few bras hanging on the floor, and forced them into the suitcase.

I was about to bend down, when I suddenly wanted to eat. Well, I guess it was a craving. For pickles...and jam...and icecream...with honey... I desperatly wanted to call Jackson and see how he was doing. Yeah, that would sound totally normal, telling your mega-movie star boyfriend, that your craving ice-cream and jam pickles with honey and that you're NOT pregnant... Jackson wasn't dumb, he could see right through it.

I walked over to the fridge. My eyes felt like they weighed a billion pounds, so I kept them closed, and just blindly grabbed something cold. I just grabbed whatever was infront of me, not cairing weather it was pickles, or yogourt, or the left over chinease food. I just wanted food, and I wanted it now.

I wasn't exacly sure what happened after that, I'm pretty sure I just fell asleep, and I woke up to an angry Ivy yelling at me.

"Olivia! Olivia get up! What's wrong with you? Don't you k..."

I got up slowly and looked around. My room was still a mess, but my suitcase was atleast packed. Ivy must have been here pretty early, cause the maid hadn't came yet...then again, she usually didn't even come until noon.

I didn't even hear what Ivy was doing cause I was too busy rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I looked at the door. How did Ivy even get in here?

"Olivia! Are you even listening to me?" Ivy's voice was incredibly loud for a non-morning person. I groaned and held back a scowl.

I croaked when I spoke. "What is it?"

"What is it?" Ivy looked like she was about to burn up. "Oh, huh, I'll show you what it is." Ivy grabbed my wrist and put it up infront of me. At first I was confused by this, probably cause there was still sleep in my eyes, but I gasped when I saw what was infront of me; a beer bottle. I almost broke it dropping it out of my hand.

"Omigosh! How did that...How did I...what?" I couldn't even imagine what I had just done. I just drank while I was pregnant! The bottle was like three-quarters empty!

"Olivia what's wrong with you? Do you even know how incredibly dangerous that is for the baby?"

"Ivy! I didn't know! It was like two a.m, I thought it was ic-"

"You could have caused some serious medical conditions!"

"Ivy, I didn't mean to! I told you that I-" I just couldn't speak anymore. The tears were about to overflow. I couldn't blame Ivy for how mad she was. This was serious. I just put my head down and shook my head.

"Olivia, you need to realize you're pregnant now. You have to take care of yourself." Ivy took a seat beside me. "You have a bigger responsibily. Whatever you do, eat, drink, even your sleeping pattern will affect the baby. It all matters on how you take care of youself, if you want to take care of the baby."

"I know. I'm sorry, I just...I didn't' realize."

"Now come on, we better go."

"You're right. Let's leave." I double checked and zipped up my bag for the last time. I threw on my brown jacket and my earmuffs. I was just heading out the door, when in my head I heard the sound of a camera flash and I stopped in my tracks.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong, Olivia?" Ivy still had her hand on the door knob.

"Ivy, I can't go out like this!"

"Olivia, it's fine, look, my hair is a mess too!"

I shot a hand up to my hair defensivly. "What? No, I wasn't talking about that!" I looked out the window, and my nightmare was actually there. "What about the paparazzi? They're going to take a picture of me what with my swollen belly. And then Jackson will see that! And even if my jacket covers it, he's going to call me and ask me why I'm all of the sudden going to you're house, even though I haven't gotten the chance to talk to you in like three years! Ivy, I won't know what to do!"

Ivy looked puzzled and thought for a second. She looked around the room. I could tell she then thought of an idea cause she smiled and she had that flashlight look on her face.

"Wait! Do you still have that ordering maid? The one that brings you random things on the spot?"

"Who? Anita? Yeah, I haven't really talked to her in a long time. You know she's getting m-"

"Forget that, call her right now, and tell her we need a tangerine spray tan, a blonde wig, some dark eyeshadow, and Guchy Muchy lipstick"

"I'm on it."

And so, with the flip of my phone, I was ready. My fake tan looked discustingly orange, and my wig looked so blonde, it looked as if someone had just chopped up a bunch of gold and glued it to my hair. My lips were pink. And I mean bubble gum pink, and my eyes just looked like a freakn' mess. I didn't look myself at all...perfect!

"Alright, ready to go?"

"Ready!"

We got down to the elevator, and were just stepping out the door, and that's when I heard them yelling. My heart stopped as they walked up to me, ready with they're cameras, and mikes, just ready to be bombarding questions at me. I think I wouldn't be over-exaggerating if I said that my heart-attack stopped when one of them walked up and yelled "wrong girl."

They all left, except for one in particular. A really short boy, who looked pretty young, just about in his mid-twentys. He held a microphone to my mouth and asked "what do you know about Olivia Claufield?"

This question just made me go into my shocked state. Since when did they think my name was Claufield? "Who? I'm sorry, I've never heard of anyone like that." I decided to play nasty...which wasn't really nasty at all, but for a rainbows and unicrons and sunshines girl like me, it was.

"Oh you know! She's dating Jackson Claufield. Brunnette, petite, cute, blue eyes, always wears that ring with the huge green pendant?" I found it suprising how British his accent was.

"Oh you mean Olivia Abbot? Yeah, she's ummm...she's definetly not hiding something if that's what you mean to ask. I mean, she's perfectly fine. Why wouldn't she be? She, uh. She's not you know...Um, uh"

The boy just stared at me with a cocked up eyebrow. Ivy pulled my arm away into the car, and I was so thankful she did.

"Yeah, when we get home, we should definetly teach you how to LIE" She pulled the belt on and started the car.

"Damn, I just get so frozen up infront of them. Do you tink they suspected anything?"

"I don't know Olivia, let's just talk about this when we get home." Ivy looked really irritable, and I was a bit taken abback by this. She was never irritable by me, never, she always had her best attitude with me.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

"Sorry I'm just really tired. James got really sick last night, and he wouldn't stop coughing."

"James is your son right?"

"Um...Yeah." I felt a little guilty for asking her that. I hadn't talked to her in so long, I barely had any idea what went on with her. Ivy continued. "And then Rose went into a fit again, and Violet just...I'm not exactly sure, but she just wouldn't sleep at all for any reason. I dont know what's up with her, but I think she'll be happy to see you. You know she looks alot like...mom."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Just like you, you and mom had the same eyes, and lips, and hair. I mean everyone in the family looks like Brandon, and a bit of me, but Violet just reminds me so much of you."

I felt another wave of unexpceted guilt. I wonder what Violet was like, and suddenly I got really anxious to meet her.

"Hey Ivy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you...do you think the kids will like me?'

Ivy looked at me then back to the road. "Hell yeah, ofcourse they will, Olivia. They'll love you. You're they're aunt, remember."

"Yeah...I guess you're right."

I didn't know the trainwreck I was just about to get myself in.

Thanks so much for reading guys! I'm sorry for my short and boring chapter! I can honestly say it will get better! There will be alot of tention between Violet and Olivia. It seriously makes my whole day when you guys review, so please do it? Please?

Also, in the next few chapters, I'll probably swithc POV's really often. Just letting you guys know.

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-Karen