Heyy! I love this chapter because if anyone remembers in Bratfest at Tiffany's, it was mentioned that Olivia Ryan had an older brother, Andy. I've included him in the story and I havent read any fics on him so pls tell me if you find any!

This chapter is for Juicerz and also Hannah cos i love her name! (aahimscreamingfornoreason) --- i think it was that!

Please review and I really hope you like this chapter cos it was quite long, 4 word pages. go me!

lotsa love,

Juicyxxxx (review?)

Give Me a Chance

"Massie! I've been looking absolutely everywhere for you! Kori said you would be by or in the cafeteria, then Strawberry said you would be by the swimming pool, then Serena said you would be by the-"

"Just get to your point Olivia." I sigh. She's ok but sometimes I really need a break from her.

"Well, I was just wondering if you were free sometime to, you know, do the RS thing. You could come over to my house if you wanted..." She gives me a small, almost questioning, smile.

I'm pleasantly surprised. That is the first invitation I've had from anyone in a long time. "Yeah, yeah I think I would like that Olivia. I'm free on weekends or after school, anytime really."

"Ok, well seeing as today is Friday, do you want to come round tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that would be great." I smile back at a grinning Olivia.

"So tomorrow then. Oh and my house is 3 Lakeview Drive. It's third from the corner." Olivia starts to walk away.

"Um, Olivia?" I call.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks...for everything."

Olivia gives me a knowing smile, "its ok. Anytime Massie, anytime."

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"Dad," I yell down the stairs from the banister. It's Saturday and I'm getting ready to go to Olivia's.

"Yes sweetie?" My Dad appears from the kitchen, holding a half-eaten bagel in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

"I'm going round to my friend Olivia's house, so I'll be back by six-ish."

"Olivia? Well that's great Massie. Just call me when you're on your way home. I'm glad you're finally starting to be like your...well your old self."

"You know what Dad? I'm starting to feel like my old self as well."

I wander back in to my room where my straighteners are warming up. I'm feeling good and I might as well look good, considering Olivia's hot older brother Andy might be there...Yeah, I was definitely feeling like my old self again.

I slip on my skinny Hudson jeans which I had got last year, but still fit me due to me hardly eating anything for like eight months. They did up easily and went perfectly with my...Shit! Where were those darn flats...I rummage through my wardrobe, trying to find my navy blue Jimmy Choo flats. Oh no...Mom and I were both the same size so I had lent them to her before she went to Spain but she never wore them. If I remember correctly, they would still be in her shoe cupboard.

I take a deep breath and stride out of my room and down the corridor to Mom and Dad-Just Dad's- room. When I open the door, tears suddenly well up in my eyes. It still smells of her Gucci Envy Me, mingling with Dad's Hugo Boss aftershave.

I pad over the freshly vacuumed carpet in my bare feet, over to Mom's wardrobe. When I open it, the smell of her is even stronger. Her evening dresses are still perfectly hung up, her denim-wear folded over her hangers, the cashmere sweater sets folded and color-coded. Some of her things still have the dry-cleaning plastic still on them. I open the other closet door and marvel at her huge shoe collection. I've seen it tons of times but each time I am more stunned, especially now, when I haven't seen it in ages.

There were racks and racks of shoes. Jimmy Choo pumps, Prada sneakers, D&G boots, Dior flats, and everything in all different colours.

Suddenly the door opens and I jump, dropping the Manolo in my hand as if it was red-hot.

"Massie? What on Earth are you doing in here?"

"I was just...well I was just looking for a pair of shoes that Mom had borrowed from me, but I'll go, I was just-"

"Its fine Mass! I'm glad you're coming to terms with what has happened and you're feeling well enough to come in here, and see...well all these reminders of your Mother."

Dad grips my shoulders and something hits me, hard and sharp. Dad has had to live with this every day, seeing all these things and being reminded of what has happened. He knew Mom for ages, and must have had so much grief, and he can't just isolate himself from the world like I did, he had to carry on with work, with earning money for both of us, he has had to pretend everything was normal, when it never was.

I hug Dad hard, my breath coming out short as I struggle not to cry. "I love you Dad."

"I love you Mass, don't ever forget that, and remember that whatever happens, we'll always be there for each other, through thick and thin."

I smile at my Dad's cheesy-but true-comment.

"You better go sweetie, I'll see you later."

"'Kay. Bye Dad." I kiss his stubbly cheek and go back in to my room. I think I'll wear my other shoes today.

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Urgh, why did I choose to walk in heels? Although my violet Kate Spade pumps are one of a kind and barely used, even walking short distances takes ages in them.

Lakeview Drives is quiet, only a few houses in it. The driveways are massive and filled with expensive looking Porsches, Ferraris and Lamborghinis. Olivia's house is huge and Tudor-style. Her gravel driveway has a skate-ramp on it and Britney's 'Womanizer' is blasting out of one of the second floor windows.

I crunch up the driveway and knock the Lion-head knocker against the door. Footsteps are heard thumping down the stairs and the door is unlatched and swings open.

"Hi! Massie, right?" A boy stands in front of me, his floppy, white-blond hair gleams against his tanned skin and he flashes me a dazzling smile, so bright I practically go weak at the knees. His frayed jeans are surfer-dude-meets-city-kid in the cutest way.

"You-You must be Andy. Yeah, um, I'm Olivia-I mean, I'm Massie, I'm here to see Olivia, I mean, yeah..." God, how stupid can I be! At least I wore my flattering clothes today.

Luckily he chuckles. "Yeah wait a second...OLIVIA!" He yells from the bottom of the stairs.

"Massie!" Olivia squeals as she runs down the stairs, roughly tying her hair up in a floppy bun. Her white linen dress puffs up and then deflates as she jumps down the remaining two steps.

"Ah, Olivia decides to grace us with her presence. Hello your majesty." Andy mock bows and Olivia punches his arm.

"I guess you've met my goofball of a brother, who's too rude to even let you in! Come in, we'll go to my room." Olivia holds the door open for me as I enter.

"So, we're not actually going to do the RS are we?" I ask tentatively, stepping on to the straw 'Welcome' mat.

Olivia laughs, "no way! I just thought it would be fun if we hung together. I mean, it doesn't seem like you have anything to do on weekends now that you don't hang out with Dylan and them anymore so I just thought it would be fun."

"Wow, I knew you were stupid Olivia, but not that tactless!" Andy walks out of the kitchen and leans on the door frame, peeling an orange. I didn't realise he had been listening!

"Come on Olivia, let's go upstairs..." I can feel my cheeks burning as I practically drag Olivia up the stairs.

"What? It's just Andy, unless..."

"Unless what?" I laugh, walking in to her room behind her. Her bedroom is all white with the freshest lemon-yellow accents. It feels peaceful and calming.

"Well, he hasn't got a girlfriend in case you were wondering." Olivia says innocently, sitting on the bed and swinging her bare tanned legs.

My heart leaps as I feel myself falling in to crush mode. I haven't felt like this since Derrick and I were together. "He hasn't?" I grin. "I mean, why not?"

Olivia leaps on to the bed and points an accusing finger at me, but she's grinning. "I knew it! You're crushing on my brother!"

"I am not!" I make a useless attempt to cover things up.

"You looove him, you looove him!" She yells, bouncing up and down.

"Olivia, please, quieter maybe!" I shut the door and giggle-cover her mouth.

"Fine I'll leave it...but only if you admit it!" she giggles.

"No way!"

"Fine then..." Before I can do anything, Olivia hops off the bed and runs down the corridor.

"Olivia, wait!" I follow her as she leaps down the stairs, her hair escapes from the hairband and flows behind her in a cascade of pale-gold. My heart races as she stops outside the living-room door. She's not going to tell him is she?

I fling myself down the remaining steps as Olivia calls to him, "Andy, Massie wants to tell you something, she really, really likes-"

"Olivia!" I shriek, running in to the room.

"What's the matter Massie?" Andy asks, puzzled.

"Um," I giggle for no reason, "just that I really, really like that Abercrombie T-Shirt you're wearing. I hear they're...really hard to get. Um, yeah."

"Thanks I guess!" Andy laughs, as I bundle Olivia out of the room.

As soon as we are back in Olivia's room with the door shut, we both burst in to peals of laughter. It is the most fun I've had in ages, and I'm glad I met Olivia Ryan.

I'm glad she gave me a chance.