My Beautiful, Beautiful Elizabeth.

"Babe ?"

We arrive to capital records and I am greeted by scooter who introduces me to a team of music producers. I walked into my first ever music studio. There is a lot of equipment I am not familiar with and I see a guitar. I pick up the guitar and start to play it, everyone just stares at me as I zone out appreciating everything happening around me.

Through a speaker I can hear scooter talk to me.
"Alright Marshall, we are going to record everything you have with you and get to editing. Not auto tune but just additional beats that would work. At the end of the day this is your art so you say the word.", I nod my head and give him a thumbs up. I sit down and smile. My first song is "The one that got away". My second is "The night we met". My third is "Teenage dream".

I recorded each song 5 times for options on tones and sounds, time flew by so fast and I truly enjoyed every second of it. Those songs will be the 3 singles for my first EP. We finished working and I made some new music producer friends. I texted Lizzie telling her I would be down soon. She texted me saying she was on her way. My throat was pretty sore and tired. I wait in the lobby for Lizzie. I see James chilling and reading a magazine.

"James?", I ask.
"Marshall, you ready to go?", he asked.
"My friend Lizzie is picking me up, did you wait here for me ?", I ask quirking an eyebrow.
"As your protection I am, where you are", he says pointing at me. "Right we'll I am staying at Lizzie's house while I am here and we are probably going to do some tourist stuff", I say.
"I'll drive you guys around", he says.
"I mean if you want to", I say. He shakes his head. "Again, it's my job", he says. I walk outside and to wait for Lizzie and he walks out with me standing in bodyguard position. Lizzie pulls up and parks. She gets out the car and gives me a hug.

"I missed you", she says. "Olsen it's only been like 3 days", I roll my eyes and James just stands there.
"You must be James", she says and James reaches out his hand to shake hers.
"I'll be your driver and bodyguard while y/n is in LA", he tells her. "Whats your protection limit?", she asked.
"If necessary I shoot to kill", he says and I look at him in shock. Lizzie opens the car door for me and tells me "you got a good one". I roll down the window and James crouches down to me.

"Be safe, if you need to be picked up or need a ride for whatever reason I am available. Just give me a call.", I give me a small smile. "Thanks James". Lizzie gets in the car.
"You might want to put those flowers in some water, Ms. Olsen." I turn to the back seat and look at the flowers then at Lizzie and she blushes.
"Right of course thanks James", she says turning on the car. Were the flowers for me?
"There is a saying in my country, when flowers are given with real love behind them they live longer", James says, now I am also blushing like Lizzie. Crap, calm down y/n. I am friend zoned no need to overthink, before your feelings resurface. I tell myself.
"Have a good night ladies", he says walking away from the car.

Lizzie drives us away and the whole time I am just singing along to the songs on the radio, Lizzie occasionally gives me glances and I feel her staring but I don't pay any attention to it. It was nice hanging out with her again. I think I could control my feelings her and still be her friend.

We arrive at a house, it is nice an average home with a lot of gardening space. I walk out the car and grab my luggage. Lizzie walks behind me with the flowers in her hand. I stop at the front door and I hear Lizzie say my name so I turn around.
"Hey, these are for you. I thought I would get you flowers as a welcoming to LA gift", she tell me. So the flowers were for me I think to myself. My hands were currently occupied with luggage. She notices me just stand there awkwardly.

"Oh right! you can't grab them sorry let me get the door for you", she opens the door and I set my luggage by the door and turn back around to take the flowers from her. She pulls me in for a kiss on the cheek but I swerve her and give her a hug instead. The woman needs to learn boundaries as I still have feelings for her, that I choose to ignore for the sake of our friendship.
She grabs a vase for me to put them in, I put them in the water.
"Let's see how strong your love for me is Olsen", I give her a smirk.

"Are you hungry? I made pasta.", she says and I quickly nod my head telling her yes. She serves me some food and I thank her.
"Thanks for letting me stay with...", I am interrupted by a voice from upstairs.
"Hey babe! have you seen my passport?", I hear a male voice say. His footsteps get closer and I choke on my pasta, "babe" what the actual fuck? does she have a boyfriend? Well that will definitely help with the moving on, my heart aches I swear from the corner of my eye I saw a petal fall from the roses she gave me. So many thoughts running through my head and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I wanted to bang my head against a wall the footsteps still coming closer and closer. Lizzie hasn't given a response yet. Then finally I feel the man's presence in the kitchen where I was eating.

"Y/n?", he questions. Wait he knows who I am? Why does his voice sound familiar?, I look up and I recognized the face.
"Clayton fucking Hawkins", I laugh in relief. Definitely not Lizzie's boyfriend.
"Holy shit, I haven't seen you since.."
"College", I say completing his sentence. We both laugh and he goes to give me a hug. "Jesus Christ I have to go style some celebrities but how long are you here for ? We have to catch up girl! And by the way I love the music !!", I laugh at his excitement. "Just until Friday night", I say.
"Greats let's plan something all three of us! When I get back", he says rushing out the door. I try to Lizzie leaning against the counter, with a smirk on her face.

"You thought it was a boyfriend, didn't you ?", she asked.
"What? No", I huff and continue to eat my pasta.
"Clay still styles me occasionally, I let him crash here from time to time", she says and I hum in response. I get lost in thought while chewing my food.

"Everything okay? Home sick?", Lizzie asked taking a seat next to me.
"You...you kept in touch with clay all these years, why couldn't you stay in touch with me?", the question catches her off guard. She freezes and we stare into each others eyes for a bit. I don't know what answer I was searching for but staring into her eyes, I could sense she was lost about something. Almost like she was burying her self in her own thoughts.
"Sorry I didn't mean to make it awkward, it's the past right. We are here now that's all that matters", I say eating more pasta. Lizzie is still frozen, just sat there like an empty shell. I take my hand with hers and interlock our fingers.
"It's okay, do you want to watch some movies?", I ask and she stares at our interlocked hands. Finally looking up at me.
"I have a better idea", she says giving me a small smile.

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Authors notes/
Lizzie is giving "the woman to stunned to speak" energy. Like get it together girl 🤚🏽
Also raise your hand if you thought Lizzie was actually gonna have a boyfriend and panicked 🙋🏽‍♀️
Also I know I post at really random times so sorry about that! I'll try to be more scheduled.
& Thank you for reading and voting! I appreciate you all <3