Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 46

A/n: Surprised to you all! I got this chapter done way earlier because my Texas trip was ruin. The flight to Texas was cancelled due to storm when I was in transit in Arizona and couldn't find any flight to Dallas at all until the next night with a possibility of another cancelation. So I decided to go back to Cali but can't find the flight until the next day and I was stuck at Arizona overnight. The flight back to Cali was horrible too. So yeah, I didn't get my vacation but good thing is, I got this chapter done! I'm so excited for you! So, happy reading! Enjoy!

"Billie Bossa Nova" by Billie Eilish plays in the background and compliments the dimmed light in the party with the slow beat. A heavy voice with a thick Russian accent made itself to be heard for four of you. "Privet (Hello) y/n! May I have this dance, my lady?" Aaron smiles, offers his hands as he bows slightly. You look around to Aubrey, Mitch and Lizzie. "Uh y-yeah of course!" You grab his hand, and walk with him to the dance floor. "Excuse us, everybody." Aaron smiles friendly at the three of them as he walks with you.

"You've GOT to be kidding me!" Lizzie mumbles in so much exasperation but it was loud enough for Aubrey to hear. Lizzie stares daggers at you and Aaron followed by a soft grunt.

"Well, Lizzie honey, I suggest you stop playing hard to get if you don't want to lose her. I meant, look at her. She is insanely attractive, kind and she swings both ways. So there are bigger chances somebody else will take her away from you if you are not fast enough. I'm telling you." Aubrey pats her best friend's shoulder, trying to talk some sense to her after she sees everything that happened.

The blonde doesn't answer anything as she is busy "eye-ing" you like a hawk but everything Aubrey just said gets into her head. She is upset yet worried that what Aubrey said is right. She bites the inside of her cheek then biting her nail with her mind is spinning with thoughts of what she should do. She knows it will look ridiculous and too obvious if she comes to you again like she did when you were dancing with Alice earlier but she can't help it.

She keeps thinking and thinking as she is watching you slowly dance with Aaron. She hates seeing his hands on your hips and your hand on his shoulder. Especially when both of you laugh together, it should be her dancing and laughing with you, not that Russian boy who has a huge crush on you. She sees you spin cutely. Your smile melts her heart even when she sees it from afar and that smile wasn't for her. Then a thought popped up in her mind. She grabs her car keys and gives it to the brunette next to her who is instantly puzzled. "Aubrey, can you keep this? And remember, you never "see" where my car key is. You too Mitch." She signals both of them, and they just nod in agreement and confusion at the same time. Then watch Lizzie walk to you and Aaron, interrupting the dancing.

"Y/n." Your name flies out of her lips. Aaron notices she is standing behind you. You take an inhale and get irritated then turn around. "Excuse me Aaron, I need to talk with her." She told the silver haired man in front of her as she pulled you away by your hand. "What is it, Liz?"

As both of you get to a more private spot, she starts to ramble. "Seriously, y/n? First Alice and now Aaron?" Her forehead puckered as it shows her seriousness with everything she said. "What? He is my friend, he asked me to dance with him, so why not?" You argued back.

"Really? You were all smiling while dancing with him, it didn't look like two friends were dancing to me. Like I told you earlier, we are at an office party here so please do your flirting frenzy somewhere else." She yells in whisper at you for the third time tonight. "Oh my god, Liz! What is wrong with you tonight? I told you, I wasn't flirting. I was just trying to relax and have fun tonight. Can I?" You look at her, raise your right eyebrow as you press your lips.

"No, you can't." She answered instantly and you were astonished with her answer. "Why can't I?" You ask in an irritated tone. "I lost my car key. I can't go home and you have my spare key, remember? So I need you to get me my car key." She demands.