Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁-𝗚𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻

"Are you nervous?" My friend asks through the screen. My best friend McKenzie is face timing me while I get ready for my date with Elizabeth.

"Of course I'm nervous. I'm going on a date with the Elizabeth Olsen!" I say, taking my eyes off of my hair in the mirror and peeking at the screen.

She's sat there in her bed, her hair disheveled and a hoodie pulled over her head. She's got her phone in one hand; a joint in the other. She's that friend that you call when you've been through a breakup. The one that gets her four older brothers to beat the shit out of the guy that broke your heart.

"That's nothing compared to what you did earlier this week! You walked the red carpet with one of the cutest women on the face of the earth." She says, taking me by surprise. Although everything about screams lesbian, she's actually straight.

"Yes, thank you for reminding me. I haven't been constantly reminded and harassed all week." I say, running my hand through my hair, meticulously making sure everything is perfect.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asks in that deep defensive voice she puts on when ever someone in our friend group gets sad. She sits up straighter, her back pressed against the headboard.

"Nothing, just the media. They can be a bit..."

"A bit what?" She asks harshly.

"Invasive. Like the other day I was at the gym and people were taking pictures of me, one of the guys in there even pointed out that I was there, on the red carpet." I reply.

"Well you knew this was going to happen. We all warned you that the would would know about you." She says, a more soft and cooing voice.

"Yeah I know, and I know that I only have me to blame. But that doesn't make people threatening me any less painful." I say, picking up the pine and walking downstairs to grab my outfit off the ironing board.

I've been rushing around the house today, making sure that everything is perfect. I cleaned the house from top to bottom and back to front, making sure that it was pristine for when she arrives.

I must admit, once I was done I went around and made some of the objects that I had neatened out a little wonky, that way I didn't look like a total psychopath.

"If I could rip all their smug heads off I would. But this is a battle only you can fight." She says as I put the phone on the counter, giving her an amazing view of the lights in my ceiling.

I take my sweats off and gently slip into my pants that I bought yesterday. They fit perfectly, making my mediocre curves look amazing, which also made me wish all of my clothes looked this good.

I get a notification on my phone that pulls my eyes away from the beautiful face I front of me. "What ya looking at?" McKenzie asks, reminding me that she's still there.

"Oh, nothing." I reply, a silly smile on my face.

"No, no, it's not nothing you was smiling like the Cheshire Cat, now tell me what's got you so smiley." She demands.

"Elizabeth texted me."

"And that did Elizabeth say that makes you happy?" She asks, taking another hit of the blunt. I've never been a heavy smoker but she could smoke for the country. She's high more often than not.

"Just that she's leaving hers now and that she can't wait to see me." I say, placing my hand on my heart and smiling at the message bar.

"My god you're so gay." She says, getting up from her bed and seemingly heading downstairs.

"Hey, I don't want to hear it. I have been starved of a relationship for 5 years. Cut me some slack." I reply, watching her go grab a huge back of chips from the overhead cupboards.