Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 11 - Olandria

Cierra was upset about something, and Olandria was sure it rhymed with "ick". Huda tried to pry, but Cierra couldn't even bother to talk.

Olandria didn't blame her. Huda was honestly the last person she'd go to about man drama—especially with the way she was trying to take Pepe from Hannah.

When Olly got into bed, she could see Nic try to hug on Cierra. Cierra suddenly gave him the cold shoulder and then went to sleep. Nic frowned, and slowly tried to adjust to sleep by himself. He glanced up—

Olandria looked away too.

Taylor came into bed, eventually, and Olandria immediately felt guilt settle in her stomach. Fuck—she took out her frustration on Taylor, and she was still a little butthurt that Taylor wasn't cuddling her. That wasn't fair.

"We good?" He muttered carefully to her.

She nodded, taking his hand and squeezing it. He pressed a quick peck to her lips. When Olandria looked away, Nic staring at her slightly. She stared back.

Staring at each other seemed to be their thing, huh? Their thing, how fucking delusional. And still—it was like they could have entire conversations with their eyes. She didn't have to say a thing for Nic to know that she was feeling some type of way. And he didn't have to say a thing for Olandria to know how he felt.

In the morning, Nic came in and took the mug of tea that TJ gave Cierra away once again. Cierra smiled until he walked away and then rolled her eyes.

"Annoying... I can't get tea from another man but you can talk to other girls and I shouldn't be irritated?"

Valid annoyance. Olandria was right—men didn't know what they wanted.

The day went on as it always went on. Hanging out with Taylor, enjoying his company. He was still a little off from yesterday, however, and she felt bad. Olandria never liked misdirecting her frustration, especially not towards innocent people.

And the fact that he kept doubling check on her to make sure she was okay, was a lot more affectionate than he typically was, was working double time to make her laugh? Taylor was doing his best to show Olandria that he really liked her, and it only made her feel worse for her behavior.

So she decided to make him something.

Production brought a huge thing of fruit into the villa, fresh fruit, and Olandria could visualize it already. All types of fruit for Taylor to eat. He lived on a farm, so she imagined that fruit was a part of his day to day, and she wanted to give him that. Perhaps not the perfect apology, but an effort to show that his efforts were received.

So, when the kitchen was finally empty, she grabbed the fruit and began preparing it. Grapes, cherries, and other sweets. From the corner of her eye, she saw a big pineapple. Yum--that was her favorite fruit. She began to grab it when Nic came in with his water bottle.

He observed her carefully and nodded at her politely.

She nodded back.

He began to grab the frying pan, and she realized he was about to make himself something to eat. He wasn't staring at her or asking what she was up to. Nic, before whatever this was, used to come over and do dumb shit with Olandria.

He would've stolen fruit off the plate much to her annoyance. He would've made a dumb sound effect every-time she sliced something. He would've made a game out of it, forcing her to toss grapes into his mouth.

The way he used to hit her with pillows. The way he full-belly laughed at her jokes. Always making sure she knew he was experiencing her. All of her--even the parts he didn't have access to.