This choice: Olivia does, in fact, want cookies • Go Back... Olivia had only met Brooke's Aunt April a few times—back when the three of them were a lot younger, and before Dr. and Dr. Wider had gone on that long trip of theirs. It was always her and her daughters coming up to see them, so Olivia had never even thought about where she might have lived. Moving upstate hadn't just meant a new job at DynaCorp, it also meant new neighbors after all... how was she supposed to have known that Mrs. West—
"April, honey, please call me April."
How was she supposed to know that April was going to be one of them?
"These are just... wow, really good. Y'know, is all I was gonna say." Olivia smiled before taking another respectably sized bite, "I remember you cooking a lot when you'd come over to Brooke's house for Thanksgiving, but I guess I never got to try any of your cookies back then."
"So you guys like know each other know each other."
Sam had crossed her leg and spread over the kitchen table, one full length of long Italian femur placed laxly over her knee. Even with her thick black hair tied back with a bandana and her big hands out from underneath those gloves, she was still visibly taller than either Olivia or the homemaker from across the street. In one hand, she held her coffee mug. In the other, one of Mrs. West's CD-sized sugar cookies.
"Cool!" Sam declared succinctly, smacking her lips as she chomped down on her mid-morning snack, "Always nice to meet a friendly face."
Sam extended her free arm forward and shook April's soft hand with hers. The plush housewife didn't quite recoil, but Sam's forwardness had definitely caught her off-guard. Olivia had found it charming—Sam's loud, nontraditional approach to even the little things made her seem so... confident. But April just wasn't used to getting such a firm handshake from another woman.
"It sure is, honey." April smiled, the earliness of the morning wearing down her good hostess nature by just a touch, "It's good to see y'all again, but I should be gettin' breakfast started... tell Brooke and Mikayla I said hello, okay Livvie?"
"Sure thing, Mrs. West!" Olivia waved slightly as she walked their houseguest back out the door, "Say hi to...?"
"Haley and Tara."
"Right, say hi to them for me!" Olivia took another bite of cookie before flashing a big smile, "Byeee~!!"
***
"...so what was her problem?"
"Oh my god Sam, she was so nice."
"I shook her hand and she thought I was like gonna break it or somethin'."
"Sam please."
"What? I'm just sayin', I meet you I'm gonna shake your hand. It's how ya greet people."
"She's from the souuuuuuth it's not a big deaaaaaaaaal."
"You don't shake hands down here? I thought you guys had southern hospitality."
Olivia had met Sam in Daven's Port during a quick trip with Brooke to NC. They'd met at a bar, exchanged socials, and had been in touch ever since. But before Sam lived in Daven's Port, she'd lived in New York—the small house out in the suburbs of the Upstate was about as rural as Sam had ever gotten before. Olivia had tried to explain it during the short amount of time that they'd been together, but...
"Some of us still do." Olivia pressed her lips against Sam's quickly, "Better?"
"...better." Sam took a quick bite of cookie, "You still want me to let you make my coffee?"
"Yes please."
Olivia was bound and determined to teach her one way or the other. After all, this was her first real relationship. Like, ever. She'd never dated a woman, and she'd never really had any interest in boys, and she'd only just recently moved away from her hometown. This was a chance for both of them to start over again, and as long as they were there to help each other along the way—
"You want cream?"
"Yes please." Sam parroted back, "Lots of it."
Olivia was happy to heap a healthy helping of International Delight into Sam's once black cup of coffee. Sam letting her do anything for her was one step closer to Olivia feeling like her "love language" or whatever was being fulfilled. Sure, Olivia wasn't good with all of the handy stuff like Sam was, but she could at least let her do something around the house.
"Y'think there's not enough sugar on my cookie, you come back with this?" Sam chuckled after taking her first sip, "You poured me half the bottle!"
"I'm sorry, is it too much?"
"It's good! It's just real creamy." Sam scrunched her face approvingly before another sip, "Goes well with my dessert for breakfast."
Olivia smiled and plopped down next to her girlfriend, another cookie from the center plate as she resumed where she'd been before their impromptu houseguest—idly scrolling through TikTok before her shift. Working from Home was going to take some getting used to, especially since she didn't know the area all that well to begin with. There was almost nothing to do out here—she'd have to make it a point to try and get out and about from time to time.
"Is that what I can expect? A cute little southern housewife to bring me a martini when I get off the clock?"
"More like a little coding goblin."
"A cute little coding goblin to bring me a Martini." Sam said affirmatively, "It's all I ever coulda wanted."
The two of them were primed to start a new life together—a new town with a new life together after (maybe) rushing into a new relationship...
"Pass me another one'a those things?"
"Right? These things are good."
...though neither Sam nor Olivia could have known just how much else would change after their big move.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Bobo the Hobo (UN: psuedophobic at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Bobo the Hobo has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author