A/N: This poor story has been neglected lately cuz i've been so busy with my other fics and stuff. The ideas are slow with this one too. This chapter is kinda boring. Just a little more insight on Olivia's world. Read, review, and enjoy!
Olivia unlocked the door to her apartment and walked in. The pale blue walls looked brighter in the lowering sun's rays. She tossed her bag onto the dark sofa as she walked past it and went into her bedroom. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her skirt, and pulled on a pair of blue jeans. Olivia sighed and walked over to her window. She pulled the thick green curtains aside and peered out, looking around. Olivia backed away from the window, letting the curtain fall back into place, and walked back out into the living room. She sat down on the sofa and pulled a book out of her bag. Opening it to a page with a piece of purple fabric in it, she pulled a pencil out of her bag. "What to write. What to write," she mumbled to herself as she tapped the pencil against her lip. She finally set the pencil tip to the paper and began to write.
March 9th: Today I met 'Watching Boy'. It was weird but he saw me watching him. ^^ Then when I went into the pub, he followed me. We had a drink and I found out his name. It's Hallam Foe. It was kinda funny though since he said he'd see me around. Heh. Probably.
Olivia shut the book and tossed it on her bag. She pulled her hair up into a bun and secured it in place with the pencil. She eyed the small television and picked the remote off the arm of the sofa. Olivia pushed a button and turned it on, her mind off elsewhere. 'I wonder where Hallam is right now.' A show was on about cooking and she rolled her eyes. She stood up and walked to the little kitchen next to the living room. Olivia skipped over to the refrigerator and opened it, looking for something to snack on. She then heard a loud clicking noise, almost as if someone was coming into her apartment. 'Oh my god. Don't tell me it's an intruder. I thought I locked the door.' She shut the door of the fridge soundlessly and looked around the corner to see Hallam looking around. 'Okay really? What the hell?' Olivia turned the corner and crossed her arms. "What the hell are you doin' in my apartment?" she asked strongly.
Hallam looked at her nervously. "Um, the door was open."
Olivia eyed him suspiciously. "It was shut. Even so, did you follow me home?" she asked him with a breath. 'He's a little creepy almost.'
Hallam grinned nervously. "Sorry. I'll go if you want me to." He adjusted the weight of his backpack on his shoulder and pointed towards the door behind him.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No, no. It's fine. I'm home alone anyways. Company would be nice I guess." Olivia went returned to the kitchen and heard the door shut again.
Hallam shut the door once she walked back through the archway. 'I wasn't expecting her to be so accepting. Good thing her door was unlocked.' He sat his backpack by the door and walked over to the sofa, sitting on the end closest to the door. Olivia walked from around the corner, holding two soda cans.
She handed one to Hallam. "Here," Olivia said lazily as she sat down on the other end of the sofa. Hallam eyed the soda in his hand and opened it. He took a sip and set the can on the end table. Olivia was pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her hands when Hallam looked over at her. He watched her until she looked at him and said, "What?"
"Oh… Nothing," he shook his head and looked at the sofa cushion. He set eyes on her bag, which had a leather bound book on it. "What's that?" Hallam asked as pointed at the book.
Olivia looked at it and grabbed it, quickly shoving it in her bag. "It's just a book."
Hallam got up and went over to his bag, pulling out a book nearly identical to hers. He returned to his seat and held it up. "I've got one too. You keep track of what you see, right?" Olivia gave him a slow nod. 'This is great. I'm really not the only one.' He smiled as she pulled her book back out and held it on her lap protectively.
"I've kept track of when I saw you, too," Olivia said quietly. "I don't really watch others all that much…"
Hallam tilted his head slightly to the side. "Well I do. You can learn so much about the world."
Olivia nodded. "Yeah, I know," she smiled at him before looking at the clock above the TV. "Shoot. It's late."
Hallam glanced up at the clock. "It's only seven though," he trailed off.
Olivia looked at him. "I've got work in the morning. Early." She got up and walked to the door. "It was great talking to you again though Hallam," she said, opening the door.
Hallam got up and threw his book in his bag before flinging it over his shoulder. "When can I see you again?" he asked.
Olivia's face became slightly red. "I don't know. Maybe tomorrow. Depends if my sister is home or not," she told him, leaning against the door with her arms crossed.
Hallam gave her a small smile. "Alright then. See yeh around," he said as he walked out the door. He heard the door shut behind him with a click and began down the steps. 'Yep. Definitely will.'