But she did love him. I believe I know how exactly that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention.

Olivia Sheldon

December, 1960.

"My name is Kieran Kelly, I'm your new coworker." A young girl around age 14 said walking up to me while putting her waist smock on. I shook her hand real quick then introduced myself.

"Olivia Sheldon."

"Sh-Sheldon a-as in socialite Bob Sheldon?"

"Don't look so scared now, I'm not going to kill you or call you some senseless name. I'm nothing like him, but for now, you just mind your shifts and your half of the tables and we'll be good."

"Y-yes ma'am."

"Olivia, it's Olivia. We're going to be working together for quite a while, so it's just Olivia."

January 1961

"It has officially become the busy season, be prepared for many extra shifts, full houses, and little tips. Oh, and happy New Years!" I turned to Kieran with a less than cheerful smile as we watched the clock turn to 12:00 AM.

"As if my feet don't hurt enough."

"It becomes numb after... eh, 5 years."

"If you're a soc, then why do you work?" Kieran asked curiously

"Not everything is butterflies and rainbows, and sometimes you don't get everything handed to you on a silver platter." I answered bitterly and saw Kieran flinch a bit probably thinking I was mad about the question, or at her.

"Sorry."

"Nah, it's not you." I shrugged

May 1961

"Can you cover table 3 for tonight?" Kieran asked with a dejected look and broken voice. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was a kicked puppy.

"Uh, yeah I guess. What's wrong?"

"Noth-nothing, look I owe you. Whatever you want, whenever you want."

"Ummmmkay."I shook my head looking sideways at her a bit skeptical.

"I'm Olivia Sheldon, what can I get for you?" I asked without looking up from my pad, but quickly whipped my head up fast as lightning when I heard that familiar annoying voice.

"Oh plain salad and non carbonated, bubbly water please, and you, babe?" Sandy said as her hand rubbed all over this attractive looking boys biceps.

"Steak, medium well, fries, loaded potato, and cola." He said finally looking up to me, and I gasped

"Weren't you and two others in the news paper just a week ago?" I asked.

he shook his head sadly while Sandy glared up at me. "He doesn't need to be reminded of the traumatic incident." She hissed at me while cupping his head against her breasts from across the table.

And as I was walking away I may or may not have called her a rabbit under my breath.

July 1961

"Olivia, Olivia, he did it. They're official!" Kieran ran in through the doors with a tear tracked and red face clashing straight into my chest and letting out big, loud, gasping, body-racking sobs.

"Who did what? Who did what, honey?" I asked as I pulled Kieran's head from my chest and looked her in the eyes while smoothing her hair down.

"Sodapop asked her out! He asked that skank out and now they're dating and I'll never have a chance."

"It's okay, just let it out. They'll probably break up in a week or so, because I swear that girl cannot keep her legs closed for the life of her."

And so she did.

October 1961

"HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY SIDEKICK, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" Kieran yelled as I walked through the door to work causing many heads to whip around to stare at the both of us like we belonged in straight jackets.

Well we do... but... beside the point yeah I know.

December 1961

"Merry late Christmas!" I cheered to Kieran as she came into work a bit late and immediately got to waiting tables.

"Not really."

"Rant." I commanded

"He got her a promise ring. That ho is about as loyal as dirt but as guess he's as blind as Stevie Wonder or something. He got her a freaking promise ring for crying out loud!" She stomped her foot

And I wanted to tell her that that might not be the case at all. Maybe he does know how she is, but he stays with her because he chooses to overlook it, because he thinks they are just so good together, and she makes him happy. Maybe he can't stand the thought of being alone and this is the kind of love he thinks he deserves.

March 1962

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BATMAN!" I yelled as Kieran walked through the door to work.

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Not what happened, what is happening."

"Okay so...?"

"He's stuck all up Sandy's butt, he's always around her or working. Everything is about her, her, her. He's forgetting who was there for him, he's forgetting who has been and always will be there and who's never left his side. He is not seeing what's right in front of him and has been this whole time. He doesn't see me, he is forgetting me, and I just can't take it anymore. Last month, our ten year anniversary of being friends, he didn't do anything, nothing. He didn't even say happy anniversary, instead he invited Sandy over on what was supposed to be our day and she just sat there smirking the whole time. Last night, he didn't come over. We usually sit with each other at the others house on their birthday until midnight, or sometimes we'll stay over. I stayed up until 5:00AM and for nothing. Then this morning, he was with Sandy, but still, no apology, no explanation, nothing. He's forgetting me."

April 1962

"HE PROPOSED!"

"BOB KNOCKED THE WHORE UP."

"WAIT WHAT?"

We yelled at the same time, standing in the bedroom of her house.

August 1962

"HE FINALLY ASKED ME OUT." Kieran yelled while skipping - literally skipping - into the diner and squealing - yes squealing- with glee.

"Congrats!" I dismissed, utterly uninterested in her banter.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's been a long day." I sighed while leaning on my fist and dragging out the 'o'.

April 1963

"He's so fine, I swear." I sighed while leaning on the counter and looking off into the distance dreamily.

"Oh get over him, would you?" Kieran, my best friend and colleague said whipping me with a towel.

June 1963

"I told you we were the better best friends." Kieran yelled into the faces of Steve and Soda. She and I laughed together at their downtrodden expressions while we were doing our 'victory dance'. Which was more like jogging in circles while waving our arms everywhere.

After we were done we did our handshake then fell on our backs onto the grass staring up at the sunset.

June 1963

"Olivia you don't want to do this." I heard behind me.

"You don't know what I want. Go home Kieran, you don't belong here." I ground out through clenched teeth turning back and glaring at her.

"I'm your best friend I know you better than-"

"No you aren't, you're just some dirty girl who works in a diner to support daddy's drinking problem after mommy killed herself, that I pitied."

"You don't mean this, you're just upset, and he doesn't mean it either, he loves you he's just too afraid to admit it." She said with tears in her eyes and clenched fists.

"That's the difference in you and I. The broken and cold, and the hopeful and damned." I quoted before turning on my heel and slamming the door.

June 1963

"Kieran, I'm sorry. I'm so so so so so very sorry about what I said the other day. You know none of its true. None of it at all. It was the anger talking. I was drunk on anger and I let my tongue get ahead of me." I apologized so many times already in the short hour I had been at work with Kieran here also.

"I KNOW OLIVIA, I know." She whispered the end part turning to me with teary eyes. "Don't you think I know. I'm your best friend, I know you. I'm the exact same way too. It still hurts, but I KNOW. Can we just shut up now?" She stressed, her voice cracking by the force of holding in the tears, the emotions.

"Do you forgive me? Can we be friends again? Please?" I begged, tears running down my face now too.

"We were never not friends, and I forgave the second you stormed out to get drunk. Now, let's get to work, and maybe we can go to Dallas's house after this."

{editing sleep-drunk, excuse mistake}

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wattpad is my escape, but sometimes you even need an escape from your escape...

Y'all today (Aug. 29th) is my baby (second) cousins first birthday, so...

But more importantly, today in first period, my friend and I were talking, and idk what brought it up, but somehow we got to the topic about how my bgf (best guy friend) was like a gremlin and he came with his own set of personal rules for his care and wellbeing and you had to follow them specifically or idk what would happen, and he was like
"I'm like a what?" So I stared at him like he had three heads or something and gave him one of my signature looks which is eyebrows scrunched, lips pursed, two fingers under the chin, scrutinizing eyes and my friend and I both said at the same time
"Like a gremlin. You know from the movie."
And so he goes on to say
"I've never seen that movie. What is it about?" So then I got out of my seat and patted him on the shoulder and I was like
"You poor poor deprived child."while disapprovingly shaking my head at him. And my friend calls him an uncultured bastard and yeah. That was my Monday. And after that we spent like a full period having a full in depth discussion about the gremlins and how we wanted to raise one and how we were like 5 when we first watched the movie and how you can't feed them after twelve or bathe them and yeah.

"But then America woke up... That's when shit got stupid." - Felix Kjellburg (pewdiepie), 2016.