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When it comes to dealing with the situations that life magically throws at you, its safe to say that having a best friend along for the ride is always helpful. Curable, no, but definitely better than what it could be. For instance, me coming home at 2:30 in morning with my dad waiting in the living room while I attempt to sneak in through my bedroom only to realize Id have to break the glass is one option, but why not be smart about it and think of something that could aim you towards a little more relief? Don?t get me wrong, I?m a pretty independent person, but having Livy there for me is always something I know I can rely on. ?Are you serious?? Livy asked me once she met me at my front door. She arrived in her PJ bottoms, a USC sweatshirt, and her house slippers. ?You know,? I said, scratching my head, ?It would of helped if you dressed up a bit more. ?She shot me the death glare. ?You woke me up in a middle of a dream. A good dream might I add. You can at least be a little bit more appreciative. ? She growled at me. I laughed and gave her a quick hug, thanking her as well, before bracing myself and opening the front door, my father stepping into view with a not so happy face. ?Where were you?? He bellowed, but then quickly calmed down just a tad bit once Livy stepped next to me. ?Hi Mr. Collins. ?My dad seemed a bit surprised. ?Why hello Olivia. Would you care to explain why you are in your pajamas and Lilah isn?t?? My dad was being a smart ass, but hey, it could be a lot worst. A lot. She nodded calmly. ?We were actually over at my place, and we had originally planned to spend the night at my house but you know how we?re painting the walls, right? I think my mother told you about it. Anyways, I guess the paint was bugging Lilah, since she has her asthma problems and all, so I suggested we go sleep over here, if it isn?t such a burden on you. ?My dad seemed to withdraw a bit, but just slightly. ?And so why are you just getting in at 2:30 in the morning?? He was looking at me now, which was my cue to know it was my turn to answer. ?Dad, didn?t she just say the paint was bugging me? I felt like I could have had an asthma attack in there. ? I let out a sigh, indicating the hint that he couldn?t have less trust in me. ?It finally got to the point where I couldn?t take it anymore, so she said that we should just go over here, since it is only a block away. ?He eyed me suspiciously. I looked over at Livy, who was drowsing off in which seemed she could passed out right then and there. ?See dad?? I said, pointing to Livy. ?She?s tired, Im tired, and Im sure you?re tired too. Can?t we all just get a little bit of rest??My father, I could see, was thinking too much. I could literally feel the stress and disappointment from him in me, although what I said could be pretty believable. But my dad knew better to believe me. It was the lack of evidence he had to prove me wrong, just like in a CSI episode. If you don?t have enough evidence, you?ve got to let the suspect go, even if your gut feeling tells you that he or she is guilty. ?We?re going to get some rest,? I said, pulling Livy with me as I made my way past him. ?Good night. ?After I shut my door and waited to hear my father?s footsteps retrace themselves back to his room, I slipped into a pair of old boxers and a T shirt. I went into the bathroom to clear off my makeup and brush my teeth, returning back to my room to find Livy lying down on my bed, her back faced towards me. I turned off the lights and crawled into the covers beside her, as she rolled over to face me. ?Lilah,? she said quietly. ?He?s not going to put up with your excuses much longer. ? I sighed in response, but that just made her add even more things I really didn?t want to hear. ??He?s worried about you. Even though it?s summer time, what are you going to do once school starts? Are you honestly going to sneak out and come home at 2:30? Do you know how Important our junior year is going to be? Do you really think-??Livy. ? I said in a low, even tone. ?Please. Stop. I know everything you?ve been thinking about, okay? And I appreciate you worrying over me, but I know what I?m doing, alright? I don?t need you to be my second father. ?A silence fell, and I could only wonder what she was going to say next. ?I?m not worrying over you,? She finally said, turning back around. ?I?m just preparing you for reality. ?
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