My Beautiful, Beautiful Elizabeth.

Fruit Songs & Interuptions

(Previously: Y/n and Lizzie are on a phone date, Lizzie is going to show y/n her garden.)

Lizzie walks me to her garden and she starts to give me tour.

"I don't have much yet, but everything is planted and ready to grow. There are sections of fruits, flowers, and vegetables. Someday I'll be able to pick out blueberries from here to eat for breakfast if I can just keep the squirrels out of here", Lizzie rants.

"Squirrels?!", I question.
"Yeah ! Squirrels, little criminals come here and try to steal and carve the dirt, I have to go buy better fencing before I end up being a squirrel murderer"

Her seriousness made me crackle.

"It's not funny !"
"Of course, sorry ! But they are just squirrels liz!"
"They are destroying my garden!", she exclaims.
"I wouldn't have taken you as a crazy garden lady but I am into it, the world needs more green thumbs", I tell her.

"I'll spray you with my hose y/n Marshall, you better watch yourself!", a small grin forms on her face, I watch her walk around as she continues to tell me about the garden. She talks for several minutes. I don't feel time pass us by, I could listen to her speak all day. I could hear the genuine excitement and happiness this brought her.

"Y/n! Are you listening to me ?!", these words snap me out of the trance.
"Yeah I am here!", I tell her
"What did I just say then?", she asked.
"Have I told you that you look beautiful today?!", I tell her trying to charm my way through the situation.
"Your BeaUTIful, Beautiful ElizABeth", she mocks.
"Wow I am never going to live that title card down, aren't I?", I ask and she just laughs and shakes her head.

"Do you talk to your plants?!", I ask her.
"Of course, it's actually quite calming", I smile.

She walks to a gazebo to take a seat.

"Well that's was my garden for you, I can go to more details when you come by. I miss you, you know ?", she tells me.
"I miss you too, Lizzie"

"A little birdie told me, you've been struggling with music lyrics", she asks.
"Snitches end up in ditches!", I tell her, and she laughs.
"Oh god, somebody has been watching my interviews with Paul",
"It's comforting for when I miss you!"
"You have the real life lizzie, why must you watch my interviews?!"
"I love your interviews!", I tell her, and she shakes her head.

"Don't change the conversation! What's going on in that little writer head of yours?", she asks
"Well the problem is that nothing is going on up there", I tell her.
"Inspiration is all around us", she tells me softly,
"Well I can't seem to find it, at the moment but I am not in a rush.", I explain

She pulls out a container full of fruits, to eat.

"What you got there Olsen?", I ask

"Strawberries!", she yells out taking a bite.

"Why don't you write a song about a fruit?"

"A fruit?", I question

"Yeah like any fruit"

"If its so easy then write a song with me", I tell her.

"I don't know how to write a song y/n, but ill help you", she says. "what inspires you?"

"You", I tell her without hesitation

She smiles through the phone.

"Okay what else does it take to write?"

"Well it depends, mood and feeling, environment, and the story you are trying to tell. Many factors! everyone has there own thing"

"Sounds complicated, where do we start?!", she asks excitedly.