Boychild & Girlchild.

"I'm sorry Oli, but your boytoy is a moron. I mean really, he just sat there and stared at us." The drunken girl from a week ago, Karli, giggled as she leaned against Olive's sweaty shoulder tiredly. Olive nodded in agreement, shrugging, "Yep, but whatever. He's lost his chance, I guess."

Olive knew that she'd never broken up with Adam. She'd just assumed the two had called it off, given up on their stupid little fling since he clearly just didn't care.

All the same though, she sighed and kissed the tired blonde on the cheek before murmuring she was going to get a shower and rolling out of bed.