I Love You - Elizabeth Olsen

twenty

October 29, 2017 Atlanta

A month had passed since the date in the park and two days after that, Lizzie left to Atlanta, leaving me alone in LA. We talked almost every day, unless she's filming the whole day or night and she's too tired to talk.

The long distance is pretty hard, especially when earlier we saw each other almost every day. But I know we need to work on this, we both have demanding jobs and we travel a lot. Not to mention that the tour for my latest album is starting next year and I'm going to be away for more than 2 months.

And to be honest, I never felt so horny before. Don't having sex for a month is a really not cool and my hand doesn't do the job too well. I never had this problem before and I'm not going to lie, I think this is the worst aspect in relationships. But I'm learning, okay? I just need to get used to blue balls or not being satisfied enough by myself. Maybe I'll try to convince Lizzie to have a sex phone someday, that would be nice. Who knows?

But lucky for me, today I'm flying to Atlanta to see my gorgeous girlfriend and I'll stay with her for a few days. And I'm very excited to see her tonight.

And to meet the cast.

Or maybe only Scarlett Johansson. Can you blame me, though?

The airport was luckily calm and not many people recognized me, so I didn't have too many problems there and I flew out quickly. And after almost 5 hours, I'm in the same city that Lizzie is and it feels good.

I leave the airport in a rush, but I stop a few times to sign for a few fans on my way. When I hate paparazzi with my whole heart, the fans are the best and I love interacting with them. I'm happy to sign whatever they want and talk for a minute or take a photo.

The drive to the hotel isn't too long, so I'm there earlier than Lizzie is. I didn't talk with Lizzie today, because she tried to finish today's day quicker and be here before me, but I guess it didn't work. I exhale deeply as I enter the hotel, putting my sunglasses on my head, pushing the hair from my face. I approach the reception and a young man forces a smile into my direction.

"Hello, welcome to our hotel. How can I help you?" He says politely and I give him a small, polite smile.

"Hi, yes. I'm here to see my friend and I was supposed to meet her in her room, but I think she's still in work. Do you think you can help me-" I stop myself and look at his badge with the name. "Micheal?" I finish my question and can see, how he's thinking at the right way to answer.

"It depends. What's the friend name?"

"Elizabeth Olsen" I reply and he widens his eyes.

"Oh, I don't think I can help you with, miss. Miss Olsen is an important client for our hotel and I don't have a possibility to share anything about her. Probably I shouldn't even confirm that she's staying at our hotel, shit" He says as he realizes what he did.

"Calm down, boy. Like I said, I'm her friend" I tell him, but he quirks an eyebrow, not believing me. I sigh as I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance. I just want to relax and wait for my girlfriend. "Look, can you at least check if she didn't leave any notes or something? I have no idea when she'll be back and I can't just wait for her" I plead one more time and he thinks about it for a second.

"Fine, gimme a second" He replies and I smile gratefully to him in thanks. He clicks something on the computer as I wait not so patiently, but I need to bite my tongue and wait. "Oh, apparently, miss Olsen really left a note about some friend. But before I'll give you a key to her room, I need some ID. I can only give this key for one person" I sigh in relief at his words. Lizzie, god, you're the best.