( bonus #1 ! )
IN WHICH OLIVIA LIVED ON

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME — TAYLOR SWIFT
If our love died young
I can't bear witness

1998
THREE YEARS AFTER

OLIVIA MONTEZ WAS known as many things. To some, she was a sister, a daughter, and a friend. To others, she was a singer, songwriter, and Grammy nominee. But at the end of the day when she looked in the mirror, tired eyes staring back at her, all she saw was young girl who lost too much too soon.

A part of her died that day in July. Whether it was before or after her car accident, she didn't know. All she knew was that she woke up in the hospital three days later, thinking that all of her misfortune was a dream. That she was in a coma and her friends hadn't actually died. That Luke, Reggie, and Alex would surround her bedside and tease her for being a bad driver.

The weeks following her accident were the darkest of her life. Everyone in her life was concerned for her well-being. She tried to put up a good front for Mikey's sake, but even he knew that his sister would never be the same.

There was a flame in her soul that was snuffed out by the death of the people who started it.

She was a shell of the girl she once was. She refused to enter the garage. She refused to touch an instrument. She barely ate. She barely spoke. The only time she left her room was to go to the Pattersons' house for lunch once a week.

Bobby tried his best to be there for her, but he couldn't handle her falling apart. Every time he tried to make her eat or urged her to leave her room, his temper would rise at her resistance. It's not what their friends would've wanted for her and he couldn't stand to watch her deteriorate into nothing. Why should she get to fall apart when he lost them too?

Eventually, he stopped coming around the house as often. Every day visits turned into every other day, and every other day turned into every other week.

He took his time away to process his own grief without having to look after Olivia and threw himself into what he knew best: distracting himself.

After the death of their bandmates, Sunset Curve's name had blown up in the music industry. Media publications requested interviews with the remaining members and their music started playing more on the local radio stations.

Olivia didn't want to acknowledge their fame founded in tragedy, but Bobby had no problems with it. It was a distraction of the highest degree.

It took three months for Olivia to show any emotion besides grief.

She was sitting at her open bedroom window when she saw Bobby slip into the garage. She didn't think much of it until he walked out carrying all of his belongings.

He was moving out and he didn't even think to mention it to her.

The wound of abandonment was still healing and the sight of him leaving was the final push she needed to break out of her depressive state. It was the tipping point of the iceberg of her emotions, the final moment before boiling water flowed over the pot, the seconds before a crystal glass shatters on the ground.

She stormed downstairs and the pair ended up having an argument in the middle of her driveway.

Both of them were hurt by the other. Olivia was upset with Bobby because he was leaving, and Bobby was angry at her for shutting down when he needed her.

After a few minutes of screaming back and forth, they ended up in tears, sitting silently beside each other on the steps by the garage.

Their heartache dulled with time—Bobby's faster than Olivia's. When Olivia was ready, the pair did an interview about their fallen band members. It was published in a well known magazine and after that, their music careers took off.

Initially, Olivia was hesitant to pursue a solo career. She had never performed alone before. She always had the boys to hold her hair back when her pre-show jitters got the best of her and to fall back on if she messed up. Pursuing a solo career was unknown territory to her.

Emily was the first one to encourage her. Her regret over Luke was prevalent in the way she supported Olivia. If she was there for Luke, he wouldn't have run away and he probably wouldn't have eaten that rancid hot dog. She blamed herself, but there was nothing she could do about it now beside be there for the one person her son loved more than music itself.

Two and a half years of hard work and long hours later, Olivia released her first album. It was heavily anticipated in the music industry and after its release, she quickly became the artist to watch. She was even nominated for a Grammy.

Everything she did was for the boys of Sunset Curve. She made it her life's mission to fulfill their dreams for them and that's exactly what she did.

It's a shame that Bobby didn't feel the same way.

On a sunny afternoon in February, Olivia sat in her car with her cellphone pressed against her ear. It rang a few times before going to voicemail again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she rolled her eyes and called the number again.

There was a click on the other end of the line and Olivia clenched her fist, tapping it against the middle console between the two front seats. "Thanks for finally picking up my call, asshole," she snapped, her eyes narrowing in irritation. "Meet me at Sonny's right now."

On the other end of the line, Bobby clicked his tongue. "Olivia, I have a drop party to get ready for."

"I know," she scoffed. "I was invited, remember?"

"So you know that I don't have time for—"

"Your best friend?" She interrupted sharply. "You said you'd always have time for me, Bobby, and if you didn't, you would make some."

He sighed at her words. After her car accident three years ago, he made a promise at her bedside, swearing that he'd always be there for her. Olivia using his promise against him made it so he couldn't argue against whatever it was she wanted from him.

"It's Trevor now," he replied, knowing she had a point. 

"I don't care, you're Bobby to me." Olivia rolled her eyes at his attempt to rebrand himself. "Get your ass to Sonny's." 

She hung up before he could protest and tossed her phone onto the passenger seat. It landed right next to an advanced copy of Bobby's debut album. With the turn of her key, her car came to life and she sped down the streets of Los Angeles.

Walking into the familiar diner, Olivia greeted the owner with a smile.

After Sunset Curve's tragic end, Sonny decided to honour them by hosting open mic nights every Thursday for aspiring artists. Olivia tried her best to come out and support them as often as she could.

As she sat down in her usual booth, her eyes landed on the picture of Sunset Curve hanging on the nearby wall. It was the same picture that used to grace the billboard on the top of the diner.

Ten minutes later, the door opened and Bobby walked in. He canvased the empty room for her, his gaze stopping on the framed Sunset Curve t-shirt above the booth. Pulling himself out of his momentary nostalgia, he approached Olivia.

"I haven't been here in a while," he confessed, sending a small wave to Sonny who was watching them from the counter. He turned back to Olivia and sat across from her. "I heard that you were nominated for a Grammy. 'Best New Artist'," he mused. "You're doing well for yourself."

"Of course I am." She placed his album on the table, slid it over, and crossed her arms with a raised brow. "My success is my own, I write my own music."

His album, like her own, was heavily anticipated by the media. Old fans of Sunset Curve and her own fanbase created this hype around it, eager to see how good his music would be without his bandmates.

He was secretive about it, never wanting Olivia to hear any of the songs or visit the studio he was working at. She just thought it was due to nerves. She never would have guessed it was because he was recording old Sunset Curve songs and passing them off as his own.

"So that's what this is about?" He questioned, nodding towards the CD. "That's why you called me here?"

Olivia leaned forward. "You didn't even credit anyone," she seethed.

Bobby had never seen her so serious. "Livy—"

"You didn't write a single song on that album. Not one."

"I know," Bobby said, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, "but Livy—"

"Olivia."

His hands dropped from his face and there was a moment of silence. "Really? You're revoking my nickname privileges now?"

She shrugged. "You gave up your privileges when you decided to steal Sunset Curve's songs."

"I was a part of Sunset Curve," he argued, his tone getting more hostile as the words came out of his mouth.

"So was I," Olivia countered with a glare. "I still am. But do you see me stealing songs?"

"What about your movie?"

Olivia scoffed at his weak attempt to turn the argument in his favour. Six months ago, she met with her father and his superiors at Warner Brothers Studio to discuss the possibility of turning Sunset Curve's journey into a movie. It would include their music on the soundtrack and she would be one of the producers. When she mentioned the idea to Bobby, he seemed to be against it. Now she knew it was because he wanted to use the band's songs for himself.

"That's completely different from what you're doing and you know it," Olivia spat. "I'm not taking those songs and passing them off as mine and mine alone!"

"Well, what was I supposed to do?!" Bobby shouted, causing Sonny to look over. "I'm not like you, Olivia! People are expecting me to be some rockstar with killer songs, but everything great about the band came what you wrote! Okay? So tell me, what was I supposed to do?"

Luckily, Olivia had rented out the restaurant for an hour, so it didn't matter how loud their argument got. No paparazzi knew where they were and Sonny would never tell anyone what happened.

"Oh, I don't know." Olivia let out a humourless laugh at his question. "Write your own music? Hire a songwriter? Ask me for help? Credit the band? There were so many things you could've done! You could've talked to me! When have you never been able to do that?"

"It wasn't personal, Olivia."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Of course it's personal! You recorded Get Lost and Story of Another Us knowing the shit I went through to write them," stormed Olivia. "The whole time you've been working on this album and you didn't even care to mention it. It doesn't get any more fucking personal than that."

Bobby leaned back in his seat. "Well, it's too late to do anything about it now." He shrugged. "You know how the industry works."

She stared at him, her face blanketed in betrayal and disappointment. Her eyes scanned him as she processed his words. He showed no sign of regret. Sure, he was annoyed by the conversation, but he had no compunction about plagiarizing. This conversation was nothing but an inconvenience to him and if it weren't for moral obligation, he would be at home preparing for his album release party.

The Bobby Wilson she knew was an arrogant son of a bitch who was blunt and handled people's emotions poorly, but at least he cared. He loved his friends and he would never betray them like this. The Bobby Wilson she knew would understand how important those songs were and why she didn't record them herself. They were her life and more importantly, they were Luke's life.

The person sitting across from her was someone she didn't know. This was Trevor Wilson, not Bobby. 

"Do you even feel an ounce of guilt for what you've done?" Olivia asked, her voice low and full of emotion. "They were your best friends. Luke was your best friend and you just stole everything he worked so hard on. Those songs were his legacy, Bobby. And you just... took it."

"Olivia, I know you loved him, I know that a part of you always will," Bobby acknowledged, "but you need to get over it."

Olivia could feel the moment stop. A silence filled the air. It was so tense that a pin dropping could be heard from across the diner.

Bobby was treating her like she got dumped—like her relationship with Luke was nothing more than infatuation. Break-ups happen everyday, but she didn't get broken up with. Her boyfriend died in her arms. There was no recovering from that.

Time would move on for everyone else, but she would always be the girl who watched three of her loved ones die.

"You weren't there," Olivia stated, her voice just above a whisper. "You didn't hear Luke's last words. You didn't see the fear in Alex's eyes when he realized what was happening, or hold Reggie as he died. You don't get to tell me I should move on."

Bobby couldn't look her in the eye. His phone rang and he let out a breath of relief. It was his manager calling, probably to ask him where he was.

"Don't you dare answer that," Olivia warned. "We're not done here."

Bobby glanced at her before doing exactly what she warned him not to do.

Olivia crossed her arms and listened to one side of the conversation.

After a few minutes, Bobby hung up and gave her a look. "Liv, I've got to go." He got out of the booth and let out a sigh. "Are you still coming to the party?"

"Are you serious?" Olivia asked, raising a brow.

"Look, you can be pissed at me all you want. But tonight is a really big night for me and I need my best friend there."

She hesitated before giving an answer. "I'll think about it."

"Livy—"

Her eyes narrowed. "I said I'll think about it."

Bobby stared at her before nodding. "I hope you can make it."

And with that he turned on his heel and left the diner.

Over by the counter, Sonny watched as Olivia sat silently in the booth, muttering about what a sad sight it was to see a girl left behind by the four boys she loved most.

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