Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

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"Are you gay?!" He yells again, he's been pacing the living room for about 15 minutes because he's angry at the interview. They posted the video on YouTube right after they'd finished editing it, which was about 2 hours later.

"I know." I mumble as I search yet another TV channel in an attempt to find something entertaining.

"Are you gay?!" He yells again and grabs a glass and some apple juice from the fridge. "What the fuck?" He says as he pours himself a glass.

"For like the one thousandth time, I don't know. That's what people put into google, I have no idea what else to tell you." I say and turn the television off.

"I know but you must have said something for people to search that." He says and takes a swig from the little glass. He puts it down and starts stalking around the house again.

"Why is this my fault? It's what people search I have no idea what you're questioning me for." I see that Robbie has gone over to the cabinet where he keeps the liquor.

He doesn't actually go for the alcohol like he normally would, instead he grabs his phone which he left of the side. He types something and then clicks a video of some sort.

"Again, the movie is awesome. Everybody make sure to check out 'Ingrid Goes West'..." I hear and my heart jumps a little. Oh boy I'm in for a rough time... He skips around 2-3 minutes before he finds a specific scene.

"You know what! You know what! I don't love you anymore!" I yell, in the video and not in real life. He might just have stabbed me if I told him that.

Some more of the video plays until the sound cuts out, I know the specific moment he realises what he's found.

"You have no idea what else to tell me?" He says, repeating the words I said when he was pacing the sitting room. "I think this tells me a whole lot."

"And what exactly is that?" I say, a little frustrated with his tone of voice.

I get that the video might have angered him a little, and he has that right. But when he talks to me like a piece of dirt I really don't like it.

"We'll that supports the... I don't know, 'gay' question." Why is he getting so offended by this. I have no idea why something people type into google has any effect on us.

"Are you really serious right now?"

"Yes Liz. I see that people think you're gay, I see this video of you slapping Aubrey Plaza's ass and everything points to you liking women." He says, taking a breath when he's finished rambling.

"Everything but the fact that I'm engaged to you. A MAN." I say, trying to get it through his thick skull that I'm not a lesbian, but him and his penis can't see that.

"Why are you being difficult? Things are never easy with you Elizabeth." He says and turns back around to the liquor cupboard.

"Why's this my fault now! What does any of this have to do with how I feel about you. Or you about me for that fact!" I yell as I shoot out of my seat. I've just about had it with his interrogations.

"If I can't trust you to tell me about things like this, how can I trust you with anything." He says and pops the cap off of a bottle of beer.

"Because I thought you didn't want to be involved in this stuff." He takes a huge gulp of the alcohol. "Oh that's it, just drink all of our problems away, like you always do." I say and storm off up stairs.

"I wouldn't have to if you weren't such a bitch!" He yells before I slam the door.

I flop back on our bed before I start to lightly sob. Maybe everything is true, maybe I am the source of all our problems, maybe I am a bitch. I'm starting to think that maybe Robbie isn't the one for me, and I made a mistake saying yes to him.

I do the only thing that I can think of to do right now. I pull out my phone and call the last number on my speed dial that isn't Robbie.

"Hey." I sniff as the tears and the little droplets of snot run out of my nose.

"That was not a happy hey." Just hearing her voice and the little comment has cheered me up a little already.

"Yeah, me and Robbie got into another fight, a big one." I say, emphasising 'big.'

"Did he touch you?"

"No Scarlett, he's a dick but he's not a woman beater." I say and laugh at my own little comment. She can tell I'm sad, so even just speaking to her is making me a little less sad.

"Okay, what happened this time?" She asks, but I don't really feel like talking.

"Can we talk about something else?"

"Of course. Oh hey... yes, I don't know if she's in the mood. Okay hang on... Lizzie, Rose wants to speak to you." She mumbles and there's some ruffling before I can hear the little voice on the other end.

"Hello Auntie Lizzie. Mommy says that you're sad?" Her adorable little voice asks, and it melts my heart.

I've always wanted children, some little Olsen's or Arnett's, but that's looking ever so unlikely day by day. I'd really like a little girl, but I would absolutely have a boy. I just always pictured being a great mom to a daughter.

"Hello my Lil' Rose bud, how are you?!" I ask, wiping away my tears and putting on my 'talking to a baby' voice.

"I'm good, but mommy says that you're across country." She says, she's a really smart kid, and if my imaginary kid is ever that smart I'd be happy.

"Yeah, I am. You're in New York, and I'm in LA. Can you tell me what state Los Angeles is in?" I ask her, I know she probably knows the answer, but what's a little fun?

"California!" She yells excitedly.

"That's great Rose Bud! Hey, next time I'm in New York I promise to visit okay, but you have to promise me something." I say, preparing to offer my proposal.

"Okay!" She squeals.

"You promise me that the next time you're in Los Angeles you promise to visit, okay?" I ask.

"I promise! Bye Auntie Liz." She yells before I hear Scarlett ask for the phone back. There is some background noise before it's her on the line.

"Feel any better?" Scarlett asks when she has the device back. Her voice is so soft and soothing that even just listening to her speak is therapeutic.

"I do, thank you." I say, and it's apparent that I don't sound as convincing to others as I do to myself.

"I know that that's not true, but because I have to meet Romain at the airport for Rose, I have to leave you. But I'm in LA next week for the same reason as you, so when I am we have to get coffee." She says I can hear her lugging big bags around while Rose runs around screaming.

"I can't wait. See you soon, Scar."

"I hope you work things out with Robbie." She replies before hanging up the phone. Then the reality sets in that I'm all alone again. Just me, a fiancé that doesn't trust me, and the coffee shop girl.

The girl in the baby blue.

A/N: Wussup, I know you all probably don't care but I've got an offer from the University that I really want to go to. It's called Loughborough and it's really good for sport, but I want to study economics.

~M~

Tiffany- Besides a great name for a little girl, Tiffany was a colour of blue originally used by the company Tiffany and Co, Jewellery, and was first used on the cover of their book: Tiffany's Blue Book.