A cute lil one shot for you guys The shouts and cheers from the audience always filled chappell with adrenaline. So much, her hands would be shaking for at least half an hour afterwards. The body glitter she wore always clung like a second skin, a familiar armour she wore over and over for the crowd. But in here, the armour wasn't needed. There she sat, her brown hair flowing over her shoulders in that perfectly imperfect way that made chappell want to scream. she looked up at her, but something was different, those eyes, deep, soulful and so captivating, were shadowed by lashes clumped with tears. 'olivia?', chappell immediately pulled the girl, no, her girl into an embrace, her fingers tightening in her hair. chappell could feel olivias hands clutch onto her stage outfit, the hitching breaths and tears dampening her shoulder. 'they..they keep saying things..abous us..' olivia managed, her shaking, she never shook, unlesss anxiety was keeping her a chokehold. 'saying what?', chappell murmured softly, stroking her hair, 'you think too much'. olivias breathing hitched, 'i know..but what if you start to think its true..that wont last , that we're just another fever, if you ever though that id-'. 'no', chappell cut her off, she knew what olivia was going to say next, 'i'd never think that,'. She finally looked at the crying girl. 'even if i ever did, then i'd be stupid wouldnt i?' chappell whispered, 'like i said, you think too much'. liv looked up, her eyes red and glassy with tears, 'promise?' she whispered. chappells' pink fimger hooked around olivias 'pink promise, my love, now help me get out of this stupid costume'.
its not the best, its lwk terrible.
