Flashing Lights (Scarlett X G!P Reader)

Chapter 4

Attendance time!

Thank god for a home gym. I really didn't feel like driving today. The past few weeks have been amazing but exhausting. We've been running interview to interview and going on talk shows. We just got back from New York to be on Jimmy Fallon's show, talking about the newest single, "Oh, Ana" and our upcoming album plans.

Last night we were in the recording studio until 2 in the morning and with just 3 hours of sleep, I was awake and late for my workout.

I promised myself I'd start working out at 6 am every morning to start my day and let me tell you, it's not fun. I hate waking up early but with our schedule lately, as in the band's schedule, I don't have much of a choice.

But since I'm so tired, I've elected to ignore driving to the gym and chose to stay in my own home.

Got in a good 2 hour workout, feel like my muscles have turned into jelly, but I have a smile on my face because I know it's paying off working out like I have been.

"Damn, I came at the right time."

I shriek and shove my hand into my fruit bowl, grabbing an orange and quickly throwing it where the voice came from. My hand slaps over my already heaving chest from the workout but that exhaustion has been replaced with fear. When I look at the voice and see Lizzie I sigh in both relief and annoyance, moving my hand to my forehead.

"Jesus, Elizabeth! What the hell?"

She bends down to grab the orange I missed hitting her with and giggles, "You really thought an orange would save you from a murderer?"

"It was the first thing I saw! How did you even get in here?"

The brunette chuckles and holds up my house key, "You gave it to me like a year ago, remember? Said, 'If you ever get bored and need to score...'" I groan and wave her off, remembering that horrible line I pulled on her.

She just laughs more and comes over to me, "I wanted to take you to breakfast."

"It's 8:30 in the morning, how are you so chipper?"

"Because I fall asleep at a normal hour. Now go shower, I have to be on set for noon."

She tosses the orange back to me and I catch it, placing it back in the fruit bowl before nodding and disappearing upstairs.

When I'm showered and my hair's dried, I throw on my gray AC/DC shirt with ripped jeans and sneakers. I cuff the sleeves and grab a pair of sunglasses, spray my favorite cologne, then head downstairs to Lizzie who's already at my front door.

"Why am I not surprised?" She smiles as she observes my outfit and I pout, "I like this shirt."

"You're forgetting your favorite hat," She walks over to the couch that I tossed the hat on last night when I got home and comes back over, turning it backwards and placing it onto my head, smiling brightly at me.

"Much better. Alright, let's go."

"You're not taking me to some vegan place are you?"

"As entertaining as that would be, no. I know you love your french toast."

I lock up and follow her to her car. Watching Elizabeth drive is one of the funniest things ever. She's always so sweet and kind but when she drives? Oh my god it's like some released the freaking kraken.

She curses and gestures a lot with her hands. I swear sometimes I think she's secretly a New Yorker. Or a Masshole. You know, Massachusetts drivers? Mass-holes. Whatever.

We get to one of my favorite diners and order quickly. The food doesn't take long to get here and instantly we dig in while discussing our schedules for the next few weeks.