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Hello people who aren't there but will hopefully soon be! My name is Oli and I am writing a book that does not yet have a name. I will be posting updates and passages that I think are cool, so stay tuned! It's an LGBTQ romance book told in two different POVs, the two main characters names are Olive (Oli, Olive, see where I got the name?) and Leia.

As soon as i heard LGBTQ, you got me hook 👁👁

Olive

“No, but like, seriously, he’s fucking annoying!” said Junie Pierce. She was the kind of girl no one befriended for fear of being murdered, which, to Olive, was pretty fair. However, she had gone 14 years without dying, so either she was the coolest person ever, or the stupidest idiot on earth. She suspected both could be true. Olive and Junie were best friends since birth, because their fathers had been best friends since birth because their mothers had been best friends since high school. Of course, the girls were encouraged to entertain their friendship, but for them it was more than that. Junie was like a confidence battery for Olive. Whenever they were together, it felt like she was capable of anything. Maybe due to the fact that her best friend kept coming up with stupid ideas such as “Let’s climb onto the neighbor’s roof in the middle of the night and eat yogurt!” (yes, that has happened). The worst part was that she always got her to agree and most of the time, they succeeded. Most of the time.
“That’s Marius, for you,” said Olive. “I’m pretty sure he was only saying that to impress Hailey.”
Junie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, go on! Insult me for your soon-to-be girlfriend, you dick!” she said to no one, while doing a pirouette in the middle of the road. Olive laughed internally. Marius Stevenson had told her to go to hell, and she was taking it as if he had stabbed her foot.
“They all suck.” added Junie, probably talking about the high school idiots, as they liked to call them. The popular assholes. “Except for your brother. He’s cool.”
It was Olive’s turn to roll her eyes. Dylan Taylor was anything but cool. Unfortunately, about three quarters of Rose Hill High disagreed with her, for some reason. It was the Friday of the first week of the new school year, and Olive was already tired of all the attention he got.

The two girls arrived at Olive’s home–where Junie practically lived–and threw their school bags on the bench next to the door. The house smelled roses, because Amélie Taylor–the mother of Olive and Dylan–liked to wear expensive perfume. Her daughter sometimes thought it was a bit excessive, but Amélie loved it. And if it made the house smell less like teen angst and Dylan’s Axe, well, then, so be it!
“Hey blondie. Hey shithead.” said Dylan, walking down the stairs, phone in hand. Olive grimaced at her brother and he gave her an evil smile. Junie observed the scene and looked to Dylan: “You single yet?” she asked, and proceeded to tie her bleach blond hair in a ponytail.
“Nope.” he answered, without looking up from his phone, and walked to the kitchen to get a snack. Junie Pierce has had a massive thing for Dylan since they were little. Olive didn’t know what she saw in him. He knew, of course. It’s not like her friend tried to hide it. Dylan was already dating a girl–Sara Nunez–that Olive didn’t like at all, but she had to admit, she was pretty. Sara had long black hair, always tied in a high braided ponytail, and piercing blue eyes. Olive was pretty damn sure that either one or both were cheating, but she didn’t think it was her business, so she didn’t say anything. “Oh, and Matt’s coming over in a bit.” added her brother, from the other room. Junie raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s my cue to get the fuck outta here.” Olive turned to glare at her friend and she shrugged. “Matt Novàk is friends with Marius Stevenson. Common knowledge, Liv. Common knowledge.” Olive rolled her eyes as Junie picked up her bag and left. As soon as she did, Olive went upstairs to her room.

Her dad always told her that she spent too much time there, but it was her space and she had spent the summer decorating it with her best friend. The Taylor siblings used to share a room together, until the end of Olive’s eighth grade, when they couldn’t take it anymore. Their parents finally caved in and they moved the office into the shed and Olive was given the room in which it used to be in. It was small, but better than living with her brother. Her walls were blue and green, and she had posters of her favourite bands and movies. During the summer, she had also arranged her bookshelf in order from best to worst books and she was very proud. Her mom had even bought her some colourful fairy lights to put on her wall, and she thought her bedroom looked magical whenever they were on. Olive picked up a book that was sitting on her wooden nightstand and began reading it from where she left off. A few minutes later, she was disturbed by a knock at the front door and her brother speaking very loudly. Matt was probably there. Olive heard the two boys going up the stairs and she asked herself how they managed to do it so loudly. As if they were bears. Their footsteps were getting close and she assumed they were going to Dylan’s room, but one of them stopped in front of her open door.
“Hey!” said Matthew Novàk. Olive looked up from her book and turned to face him.
“Hi.” she answered and expected him to leave and join her brother. But Matt’s eyes traveled from her to the Nirvana poster she had hung next to her open window. It was her all-time favourite band. She was obsessed with Kurt Cobain and the 27 club theory. Also, their music was pretty darn good.
“Oh cool! Is that from Harry Potter?” he asked. She wondered if he was joking.
“...no.”
“Oh.” He looked like he didn’t know what to say. He lingered at her door frame for a few more seconds and then walked away. The door to her brother’s room shut, but she could still hear Dylan laughing behind the closed door. Okay… she thought, before shrugging it off and continuing her story.

It was about a girl who had powers and it was sort of a cliché “chosen one” book, but Olive liked them like that. They gave her an escape to the boring world in which she lived. She liked fantasy and historical books, because they didn’t happen in the present. Nothing interesting ever happened in the present. It was only a few years later that you realized it was interesting, and then you can’t go back. But in her books, the present was sort of always the past. She guessed the characters in her books never had to think about school and or boys insulting their favourite bands when they were battling the bad guys and finding their true love. Olive sometimes hated them, for having the life she dreamed of. She wanted to be the chosen one. She wanted to have powers and a pet dragon, or something. Olive checked the clock on the green wall and jumped up from her bed. It was time to feed her angelfish. She had two of them, and she named them when she was 10, which was something she regretted immensely. The only reason she didn’t rename them, was because she thought it would be hurtful if in the middle of your life, your parents decided your name wasn’t good enough and swapped it. So she kept calling them Fartface and Slimy-boiii. Three ‘i’s. Her mom and dad didn’t know how they had survived for four years, and it had become a family joke. Olive was just good at taking care of them. Every day, she fed them in the morning and in the evening. She cleaned their tank every two weeks and made sure they weren’t dying. She was pretty sure Slimy-boiii had gone blind, so she always tapped on the glass to alert him when food was coming, even if she didn’t know if it changed anything. Google had not been very helpful.

“Food’s ready!” yelled her mother, from downstairs. The air smelled like barbecue and Olive guessed they were having burgers. She flew down the stairs and entered the dining room right before her brother and his friend. She saw her father come in with a big plate of hot dogs. Oh. Not burgers. Thought Olive, Still good! And she sat down on the chair at the end of the table and smiled.

(Sorry if this is a bit long. This is the first chapter. Tell me what you guys think! :))

And, also sorry about the swearing...