🌟 i don't remember who i was before you....
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 eleven, fifth-teen minutes

the olive theory. it states that if one person likes olives and the other person hates olives they are meant to be.

the olive theory. it states that if you confess your love for one person and then the other person denies it your meant to be.

the olive theory. it states that love is fucking bullshit.

the brunette sat in the kitchen as she listened to harper and noah argue about the most random thing on the planet.

the topic being pineapple on pizza and rather it belonged. and it was getting way more heated then it truly needed to be.

" i'm just saying that a fruit dosent belong on a piece of pizza" harper said flaunting her hands. " you do understand that tomato's is a fruit right. the whole thing is basically a fruit" noah argued back. " but it's tomato sauce so it's not a fruit" harper stated.

jamison rolled her eyes as she looked between the two as noah's face was turning more and more red. even the brunette knew that harper was doing all of this just to piss the older boy off.

jamison looked down at her phone as she stuck a olive in her mouth out of the container. their conversation now becoming background noise as she scrolled through instagram.

it felt like she was on her phone for five minutes but it was fifth teen minutes. that's how long she's been scrolling for as she got lost in the contents of the app.

she got so lost that she somehow ended up on the blondes spam account. a account that even the brunette forget existed. she looked at what he posted recently and it was a picture of noah on set with a milkshake poured all over him.

but the funny part was it wasn't even for a scene but inside just accident. jamison had heard all about it when chloe told her who was there at the time.

it was funny during the moment.

jamison set her phone down as she closed the olive jar and placed its contents in the fridge.

noah and harper were still arguing but about something else now. but even jamison couldn't seem to care as she walked past them.

the girls birthday was coming up soon. just two weeks away. she couldn't wait. she would finally be seventeen. considering she was the youngest in the house it would be refreshing.

it seemed that every night since she got there something new was happening every night but this night it was filled with everyone doing something was different instead of being together.

the brunette barley even knew where the blond boy was. but that was all for the better.

because she didn't care about it anymore. why would the invisible girl care?

it would be a stupid reason anyway. completely and utterly stupid. just like the olive theory.

━━━━━━ 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐬 !
a cute little filler! because this cute little app suspended me on my cute little diary account. but it's fine. um they will hopefully talk soon don't worry i just need to set the moment up right. and can you tell i'm trying to drag everything out until august 2nd because that's jamie's birthday.......