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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ivy Olivia or Peter, or anyone else who appears in the story.
I opened my eyes to the smell of waffles, and glanced at the floor. Brendan was still fast asleep, snoring loudly.
Resisting a smile, I crouched next to him. "Brendan!" I whispered. "Brendan!"
"Five more minutes Ashley," Brendan grumbled.
"Brendan, there are waffles!" I whispered. Brendan sat up straight.
"Waffles? Where?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
I shrugged. "The kitchen, I guess. Come on." we walked out of my room and into the kitchen, where Olivia was hovering over the stove. Ivy saw us, and came over.
"Your aunt was heading out to go water skiing. She said she'd be back around six."
"Not surprised. She loves to water ski." I turned my attention to Olivia. "You can make waffles?" I asked. Olivia smiled.
"Yes, our stepmother Lillian taught us."
"But I'm no good at it," Ivy said laughing. "I leave the cooking to Olivia and Lilian, and dad and I do the eating." I laughed.
"We're meeting jackson in about an hour," Olivia reminded us. "Hurry up and eat, before Ivy eats the whole plate," she said, punching Ivy's arm playfully.
"Wait, then why are we eating now?" I asked, confusion filling my gaze.
Olivia sighed. "I don't know. I need something to do."
"She was pacing around the living room before I suggested she make waffles," Ivy said, playfully punching Olivia back.
"I wasn't that bad!" Olivia protested.
"Yea, you were."
"Ok, fine. I was that bad." Olivia smiled a little. "I'm just nervous."
"Ok, how bout this?" I said. "We leave now, so we have a while to order before Jackson shows up."
"Good idea, Peter," Ivy said. "Then by the time Jackson gets there, we'll probably have our food already. Let's go."
"Can't we have waffles first?" Brendan asked.
Ivy smirked. "Olivia and I will make you waffles when we get back to Franklin Grove. Think you can wait that long?"
Brendan sighed, like waiting for waffles was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. "Fine, I suppose I can wait. I hope I don't starve, he said pointedly. Ivy laughed.
"Alright, go get dressed, Dork," she said.
I looked down at my clothes. Right, we hadn't changed yet. After Brendan and I were dressed, the four of us caught a cab to Murakami's.
I thought in the back of the cab, pressed against Peater on one side and Ivy on the other. I was worried about this meeting with Jackson. What if he begged me to take him back? When I said no, what if he badmouth me online? I didn't want Peter to have to deal with that.
Peter must have noticed my worried expression, because he hugged me slightly. "It's going to be okay Olivia," he said reassuringly.
"Peter's right, Olivia," Ivy said. Her eyes brightened a little. That's pretty rare, I thought. She must be excited.
Sure enough, Ivy yelled, "I got i! Just pretend we're all in a movie. The scene is your on a double date with your best friend, and while you are enjoying your meal, your ex walks through the door. The rest is improv." Ivy sat back, obviously satisfied. "You love to act, just treat this like a play and you'll be fine."
I took a deep breath. "You really think so?"
"I know so," Ivy said. She held up her hands in the shape of a camera. "Scene with ex, take one! Lights, camera, action!"
I laughed. "Thanks you guys. I'm ready, let's do this!"
The cab screeched to a stop. "we're here," the cabbie announced. The four of us paid him, and he winked at me. "Good luck with your scene, miss." then he drove off down the road.
Ivy laughed. "Does that happen often?" she asked Peter. "The cabbies listening to conversations?"
Peter shrugged. "Sometimes," he said. "Some do, others don't. It depends." he held out his hand to me. "Ready?" he asked, eyes twinkling.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I said, accepting his hand. Peter shoved the door open, and we walked in.
immediately delicious smells filled my nose, and I breathed in deeply.
"Whoa!" Ivy whispered. "What is that smell?"
"Pizza gyoza," a cheerful voice said. I looked up, seeing an older man standing behind a counter. His gaze was fixed on Ivy. "It's a dish I made myself. Would you and your friends like some?"
Ivy looked at Peter, Brendan, and I for clarification. When we nodded, she said, "Yes, we would love some. Thank you."
"It is no problem," he said. We sat down at a table, and soon, the man (Peter had said his name was Murakami) brought over four plates with a bunch of little rolls on them, and chopsticks."
"Here you are," Murakami said. "Enjoy!"
Brendon carefully picked up the chopsticks, trying to pick up one of the rolls, to no avail.
Ivy and I laughed as Brendan shrugged, picking up one of the rolls with his fingers. His eyes widened.
"Oh my darkness, these are amazing!"
"Really" Ivy asked curiously. She popped one in her mouth, and she gasped. "You're right, they're killer!"
Soon, the four of us had polished off the all pizza gyozas. I licked my fingers just as the door dinged. I turned to look, seeing Jackson walk in.
"Hey Jackson," I said.
"Hi Olivia, Ivy, Brenden." he hesitated a second. "Peter."
"Hey Jackson," Peter said. he pulled a seat over from another table. "Sit down, and let's talk."
Jackson sat in the seat, peering at me .
"Olivia," he said carefully. he looked from me to Peter. "When did you two meet?"
I blinked, and looked over at Ivy desperately.
I felt Olivia's gaze on me and cleared my throat before bluntly saying, "Jackson we all know why you're here. You're upset Olivia has a new boyfriend."
Jackson winced, but he didn't deny me. "You're right, Ivy. I saw all the things online about 'Oliver', and I missed you, Olivia." Jackson sighed. I suppose I can't just walk in and expect you to come back to me. he looked at her hopefully. "Can we still be friends?"
"Of course we can," Olivia said, sounding relieved, she gave him a side sideways hug, and he squeezed her shoulders in return.
then Jackson turned to Peter. "How about you?" he smiled. "Friends?"
"Of course!" Peter smiled, and held out his hand. Jackson shook it, then pushed his chair into the table.
"I gotta go now," he said, smiling apologetically. "Movie business. You know how it is." Olivia and I laughed.
"Yeah, we definitely do," I said.
"Bye Jackson. It was good to see you," Olivia said.
"You to. We should to do this again sometime." he smiled dazzlingly and walked out the door.
"he's actually a nice guy," Peter said smiling.
"he was a good friend," Olivia said. "He was always very busy, though. As he said, movie business."
I laughed. "Yep, the downside of being a movie star. I turned back to Peter. "Want to back your aunt's house?"
A shrill ring sounded, and Olivia reached for her phone, flipping it open. "Hello?" her face brightened. "Hi Lillian!" she paused listening. "Uh huh. uh huh. Okay, see you soon!" Olivia hung up, then looked over at me. "Lillian and Dad want us to come home. They're meeting as at the airport in Franklin Grove.
"Cool," I said. "We should still head over to Peter's house to get Igor and Tauri.
"Right," Peter said. he took Olivia's hand, and we left Murakami's after paying for the meal.
At the airport, Peter hugged Olivia one last time before standing next to his aunt, waving at us as we walked away.
"I'll call you when we get home," Olivia called.
"Can't wait!" he called back.
After we entered the plane, I sat down in a seat between Brendan and the window, looking out and preparing for the flight home.
Ok so I am sorry this took so long, I've been super busy lately, because I'm taking drive tech after school three days a week, plus driving with my driver's ed teacher. Also, I realized I spelled Brendan's name wrong. I apologize for that, I did not know until today.
I will try to fix that as soon as I can. Ok? Ok. Byeeeeee!