IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER, Elizabeth Olsen

First time

I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I picked it up to see Brie's face on my screen, so I immediately answered, voice still heavy with sleep.

"God, Y/n, don't tell me you're still in bed" the blonde whisper-yelled through the phone, sounding edgy and frustrated.

"What time is it?" I groaned as I stood up and quietly left my bedroom.

"Oh, gosh... Just get dressed and bring your ass over here!" she demanded sternly, I had rarely heard her like this.

"Fine, you don't have to yell at me, you know. I'll be there as soon as I c-" but before I could finish my sentence she had hung up on me. Weird, I thought to myself. I turned back towards my bed to see Lizzie, still peacefully asleep. I knew I had to wake her up but part of me wanted to let her get more sleep, she was probably still exhausted after last night.

"Lizzie, it's time to get up" I spoke up, keeping my town low enough to not startle her. I gently squeezed on her shoulder once, then twice. After a few attempts, she finally opened her eyes. She looked beautiful. How, after everything that had happened, could she still look so beautiful? I asked myself.

"I just wanted to let you know I was leaving in a minute. I thought maybe you should there, get some rest" I suggested as I really didn't think it would be a great idea for her to go to work.

"I have to go to work" she immediately said with a frown.

"Alright, I really didn't want to have to do this but as your work psychologist, I order you to stay home" I faked a stern tone, only making her laugh.

"My "work psychologist"? Is that what you are?" she chuckled, rubbing the sleep off her eyes.

"As your friend then, just stay home please" I demanded, earning a quiet nod from the brunette. As an old reflex, I dropped a soft kiss on her forehead before turning around and heading towards the bathroom. As I reached the door, I realise what I had just done. I also realised that she hadn't complained about it. So, instead of staying frozen in the doorframe like an idiot, I kept walking until I reached the bathroom where I took a short shower and got dressed. When I was all done, I went downstairs to grab a cereal bar but Lizzie was making breakfast.

"I hope you don't mind" she said as she noticed me standing in the room.

"I don't but you- you really didn't have to do that, you know" I smiled shyly as she placed a plate in front of me.

"I wanted to. I mean, you're allowing me to stay here, even after what happened when we-"

"We were kids, Lizzie. It doesn't matter" I cut her off to reassure her. It wasn't entirely true, but she had bigger problems in that moment and I didn't want her to worry about our past. "I'm glad you're here. I mean, despite the circumstances, I... I missed you and I'm happy that you're here" I admitted, watching as her smile widened.

"I missed you too" she said before taking a spoonful of cereals. We ate breakfast in silence, a comfortable silence. Despite my advice and orders, Lizzie insisted on going to work, so I drove her there. When we arrived, Brie came up to me and told me that the one and only Jimmy Fallon was there.

"What the hell is Jimmy Fallon doing here?" I whispered, surprised.

"Well, we have an interview with him. I knew it would make you nervous, so-"

"Why would it make me nervous?" I cut her off, wondering why she would think such a thing since I had no reason to be involved.

"The directors thought the public would like it if you participated since you're friends with most of us and you tend to notice people's habits and that sort of stuff..." she explained, avoiding to look at me as she knew I wouldn't like that idea. Unfortunately, the directors didn't really give me a choice. So, the interview started and after introducing the cast and asking them a few questions, Jimmy turned to me. I still didn't understand what I was doing there.