` you make me crazier, crazier;

[Olivianne Bennett]

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Olivianne wandered aimlessly around Forks for over an two hours, trying to learn a little bit about it, trying to understand how people could live in such a dreary place. Sadly, she hadn't gained much knowledge, and had hardly any luck. All that she had accomplished was exhausting herself, getting soaking wet, and managing a few blisters on her feet. She readjusted the position of her umbrella, and sighed in defeat. "I. Give. Up." she spit through her teeth harmlessly.

She looked around one last time, spotting a small café. "whatever." she whispered reluctantly, and trudged toward it. She stepped inside hearing the tinkling of doorbells, the abnoxious talk of customers, and the sweet aroma of coffee. 'At least it's bearable.' she thought to herself, still not liking the idea of Forks.

She ordered a vanilla mocha latte, and quietly, and invisibly made her way to a booth in the back of the café. She dropped herself into the soft seat sighing. She had been wearing almost-black skinny jeans that flattered her figure, a black tank top, with a white t-shirt blouse over top of it, and a pair of her favourite brown, vintage cowboy boots. Her hair; due to humidity, had retreated to it's natural style. It hung loosly, down her back in golden ringlets. She couldn't complain because it looked proffessionally done, but you always want what you can't have.

She sipped her latte, and sadly whispered an "i hate it here." to herself, she hung her head low, avoiding attention, as always. She hated forks, she hated school, she missed her selfish, desparate parents, annoying sister, and a few of her old friends, she'd never coped with change well, and there were always false rumors flying around about the asylum whenever she came to a new place. She felt a few tears running down her face, but she quickly wiped them away. No one would notice.

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[Olivianne Bennett]

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Olivianne heard the door bells tinkling to notify the workers that someone had arrived; in this case, they could have done without. The girl made her presence in the café very clear. Olive chuckled a little under her breath at the obnoxious-seeming girl. An employee quickly attempted to silence her however, so she went back to sipping her latté.

The girl was strangle fascinating, with an attitude that practically radiated from her. When she received her drink, she realized that there weren’t any tables available. She did not let this bother her. Olivianne looked down at her table curiously, avoiding the glance of the stranger, curiously wondering why the clicking of her heels was approaching her. She usually repelled people, no one talked to her, so why was this girl in her direction what the hell..? Oh don‘t fool yourself vanny. She‘s not coming to you she’s going to the table behind you, pft. she shifted herself back into reality, ignoring the girl, sipping her latté, she shuffled through her purse and pulled out her cell phone, stuffing it into her pocket instead.

Olive was caught completely off guard when the stranger did, in fact, sit down at her table; clearly she was not the shy type. Olivianne looked at her curiously, sitting up straighter. “Olivianne Bennett, but call me Olive…” she said questionably with an eyebrow raised, shaking the girl’s hand. She was still wondering why she was sitting down with her of all people.

The girl launched into a little rant, “nope… no jacket anyway.” she shrugged innocently, taking another sip of her latté. Olive winced as Nyssa began pounding on the table loudly, but grew used to it quick. It reminded her of the pounding of the mentally-insane patients back at the looney-bin, but she quickly shook her head relieving herself of the image. “Uh yeah it is..” she said smiling half-heartedly, attempting to not be the socially handicapped person she was. “A vanilla bean latté actually.” she said chuckling a little. “What about you?” she returned the question, nodding to Nyssa’s drink.

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