One At A Time

*Angelina Jolie*

#3: Not My Only Thing

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Y/n’s POV

"Hey, how are you doing?" the interviewer asked with such enthusiasm that it felt overwhelming to someone like me, an introvert. Still, I responded with a polite smile, masking the pain I was feeling deep down—both emotional and physical. The bruises on my thigh, shoulder, and stomach were constant reminders of my abusive ex-girlfriend.

I was a victim of an abusive relationship. I know she loved me, but her anger issues... well, love doesn't excuse everything.

"I'm good! How about you?" I replied, my smile hiding my reality.

"I'm great, thanks! This is your first red carpet, right? How does it feel?" His energy was infectious, and for a moment, I found myself caught up in the excitement. Since I had arrived with Angelina Jolie, I was quickly surrounded by reporters, eager to get a few words from me.

"Well," I began with a small chuckle, "my anxiety has definitely hit a level it’s never reached before! But overall, it’s fantastic. Overwhelming, but in a good way! I mean, I never thought I'd be here, part of the Marvel universe!" My grin was genuine now, the excitement of the moment slowly distracting me from the heaviness of last night's breakup.

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The event was going well, better than I had expected. I just had to get through one more interview before heading inside for the movie premiere.

"Hey, Y/n L/n!" another reporter called out.

"Hey!" I greeted back, ready for what felt like my hundredth question.

"Can you give us any little hint about the movie before we go in to watch it?"

I smirked, deciding to tease them a bit. "Oh, I can tell you everything you want to know," I said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Her eyes lit up, "Oh my god! Then please tell us—"

"But I won't," I interrupted with a laugh. "It’s Marvel, after all."

Her face fell with mock disappointment, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Okay, fair enough! But if you can’t talk about the movie, can you tell us something about your life instead?"

I felt my nerves rise at the shift in topic. Personal questions always made me uneasy. "Uh, sure. What do you want to know?" I asked cautiously.

"Everyone here wants to know—are you single?" she asked with a grin, and I laughed, feeling a sudden weight lift from my chest.

"Yes, I am single," I admitted, not realizing how liberating it would feel to say those words. It was like breaking free from the chains of my past, opening myself up to the possibility of finding love that didn’t come with so much pain.

The interviewer gasped, clearly surprised. "Oh! Well, in that case, maybe I'll see you later and give you my brother’s number—he’s a huge fan of yours."

I chuckled. "Well, if you have an older sister, I’d rather you give me her number." I winked playfully, watching as her face turned crimson with embarrassment.

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Later, we finally sat down to watch the movie. To my surprise, Angelina was sitting next to me, though Don was supposed to be on my right. I settled into my seat, trying to ignore the light touches of her hand brushing against my arm.

At first, I thought it was accidental, but when her hand rested on my thigh, I realized it wasn’t. My heart raced as I looked at her, confused, but she just smiled warmly, the kind of smile that sends butterflies spiraling through your stomach.

I tried to lean closer to Gemma, who was on my left, but Angelina’s hand didn’t move from my thigh. The casual way she acted, the teasing smile... it was messing with my head. I had admired her from afar for so long, but she had always kept her distance during filming. Why now?

As the movie continued, her hand began to lightly squeeze my thigh, causing me to squirm. It was almost too much.

"Are you okay?" Gemma whispered, noticing my discomfort.

"Yep, all good!" I answered quickly, clearing my throat. Angelina giggled softly beside me, and when I turned to look, she smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

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After the movie, we headed to the after-party. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Angelina had spent the entire movie subtly teasing me. Why now? Why the sudden attention? As much as I enjoyed it, I was confused.

Outside, I waited for my car to pick me up when a black limousine pulled up instead. The door opened, revealing Angelina inside. She smiled at me.

"I already arranged everything. You’re coming with me," she said, leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated but eventually climbed in, the door closing behind me.

"You didn’t have to do this, you know," I said, still unsure of her sudden kindness. "Why are you doing all this... for me?"

She glanced at me, her hand once again finding its place on my thigh. "We’ll talk about it later," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Let’s just enjoy the ride."

I felt my nerves spike. What did she mean by that? Should I be worried?

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At the after-party, things were finally starting to make sense. We stood at the bar, drinks in hand, when she turned to me, her expression serious.

"I have something I need to tell you," she said, downing her tequila in one swift motion.

"Getting drunk for this, are we?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"No, just gathering some courage," she admitted with a small smile.

My heart raced. Courage? For what? "Wow, I didn’t know I was capable of making Angelina Jolie nervous."

She chuckled softly, but then her face grew serious again. "I’ve liked you for a while now. More than liked, actually. I’ve thought about you... a lot."

I blinked in disbelief. "You... like me? Like, like like?" I asked, almost laughing at myself.

She smiled, her eyes meeting mine. "Like, *like like*," she repeated.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "But... you kept your distance during filming. You barely spoke to me," I said, needing to understand.

"You had a girlfriend," she explained. "I wasn’t about to be your little secret. But now... I heard you're single. Is that true?"

"Yeah... I broke up with her last night," I whispered.

She nodded, her gaze softening. "I didn’t want to say anything while you were taken, but now... I can’t keep this to myself anymore."

I swallowed hard, trying to process it all. "I thought women weren’t... your thing?"

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. "Oh, honey," she whispered with a grin, "men aren’t my only thing."

And before I could say another word, her lips crashed into mine.

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