Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 42 - Olandria

n/a: sorry for da wait I wrote 10k words last time and I that took me out of commission can't even lie. Also I keep listening to can't be friends by Trey Songz his fucking voice is so dramatic it takes me tf out 💀💀💀💀

and now I'm sittin here goin half CRAYZYYY 😫😫😖😖🥀🥀🗣️🗣️

oh wait, that song is angsty dw I'm not writing angst. I promise. I'm all angsted out. That miscommunication trope and yearning and shit took 8 years off my life span

Olandria would never admit it, but a small portion of the reason she kissed Nic was because it was raining.

It was the perfect fucking set up. She was overstimulated, he was confessing his love, he walked away to respect her boundaries.

And it was fucking raining?

Olandria may not be good at romance, but she was a hopeless romantic at heart, and the Notebook was her favorite movie.

So before she could deny herself, before she could watch Nic walk away in defeat, a voice scolded her loud in clear in her head:

You've had every opportunity to be with that man and felt like you didn't deserve it. Now God, incredibly patient God, is giving you an opportunity to be with him—an opportunity to reenact your favorite movie scene with the man you love, with the man who loves you back, and you're just gonna let him walk away????

That was all she needed to hear.

Nic carried her back to the villa with ease, and despite how heavy she felt from the rain soaking her, she also felt incredible light. Like she was made out of nothing but stardust and glitter.

Olandria didn't even know she could feel like this.

The girls hugged her the moment she came under the hood, and she could hear the boys attacking Nic. The boys began to do warrior style chants paired with a weird dance, triumphant and stupid, that had the girls giggling.

Nic kept looking at her, kept smiling big like he won the lottery, and Olandria loved this feeling of pricelessness.

Chelley was still hugging Olandria tight. "I'm so fucking happy for you," she whispered, squeezing her.

"I'm assumin' you had something to do with it?" Olandria asked suspiciously. "You, Coco, and Ace?"

Coco simply pointed to the side.

Pam and the show-runner, Gabriel, were dealing with a sobbing Cierra and a pissed Harry.

Olandria wanted to feel bad. Cierra was sitting on the couch, blanket over her shoulders, hair drenched from the rain, and she couldn't stop crying. Crying like she lost, like it was a painful lost at that.

But Olandria spent the whole fucking season feeling bad, what the fuck?

Olandria watched Nic and Bryan have a conversation, Nic grinning at whatever Bryan was saying, smacking his back in encouragement.

Bryan walked over to Amaya. "Hey Amaya."

Her eyes went big in confusion, although her smile got bigger. "Hi Bry-Bry!"

"Can I pull you for a chat?" He asked, licking his lips slightly.

The girls all stared at each other and tried not to giggle as Amaya agreed. Olandria could see Zak making a salty face as the duo walked away.

Must suck to be Zak—two people he could've had a connection with were somewhere else.

Good.

Hands wrapped around the small of her waist, and she turned around to see Nic. She was still buzzing, still thrumming with excitement. The sight of his face made her posture relax, made her lips tug into a smile.