Just a Soldier

Chapter 9 - Drive-in

Y/n's POV:

Scarlett was asleep on the sofa when Lizzie arrived. Her head was pretty sore, and her body was aching, so she was laid out on the other sofa to get comfortable. When I heard the quiet knock at the door, I turned the TV off and made my way to the front door to greet Lizzie.

As soon as I opened the door, she greeted me with her beaming smile. "Hi Y/n/n." She whispered, pulling me into a one-armed hug. "Come on in." I opened the door up fully and took the bag from her hand. "How is she doing?" Lizzie asked as we made our way toward the kitchen. "She's doing ok. Feeling a bit sore this evening but has surprisingly listened to me and taken it easy." I shared and Lizzie looked at me shocked.

"You're telling me Scarlett Johansson has actually taken the doctors advice and rested?" She asked in disbelief. "I'm as surprised as you are." I chuckled. "Where is she now?" Lizzie asked, whilst unpacking her bags. "Asleep in the lounge. She wasn't feeling great." I replied. "She took one hell of a hit. I knew she was tough, but I didn't realise how tough." Lizzie expressed to which I hummed in response. "Anyway, what can I do to help?" I asked, looking at all the food she had unloaded from her bag.

She looked around at everything around her before rummaging through one of the cupboards. "Here, you can chop up the vegetables whilst I prepare the meat." She instructed. I took the knife from her and got started on the job at hand. "Are you missing your garden?" I asked and she nodded letting out a little grumble. "I am. I had to hire a gardener to go over and check on it daily for me so it's not in ruin when I get home. I miss getting my fresh fruit and vegetables each day. Though I have found this cute little farmer's market just on the outskirts of the city which makes do for now." She rambles on.

I loved how passionate she would get over her garden. I had initially offered to check in on it as I pass her house everyday for work. But apparently, I don't have the required skill set that she was looking for. To be honest, I don't blame her. Her garden is huge, and I struggle to keep a house plant alive, so she definitely made the right choice. "Does Robbie know about your little gardening obsession?" I asked with a smirk, giving her hip a nudge.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at me, but the blush on her cheeks gave her away. "You really like him, don't you?" I asked and she stopped cutting the chicken. "We've only been on two dates and he's on a US tour for a few more months yet." She said defensively. I matched her actions by stopping chopping the carrots I had. "But you talk a lot, right? You can like someone without having to spend every minute with them. Hell, I'm pretty sure that I knew I liked Scarlett the moment I saw her at the charity ball, and I had spent less than 10 minutes with her." I shared and Lizzie laughed at me.

"Typical lesbian." She teased and I laughed in response. "Got to keep up the stereotype." I replied with a wink. We both returned to our work on dinner. "I don't want to get attached too early." She says from nowhere and I wait for her to carry on explaining. "I'm in Atlanta for another couple of months at least and he won't be properly back in LA until the end of the year. Not the best grounds to start a relationship on." She expressed and I nodded as she spoke.

I thought for a moment before responding. "Why not use that to your advantage?" I suggested and she looked at me confused. "You know you're not going to be rushing into a relationship, so it gives you time to properly get to know him. It takes the pressure off of both of you. If you really like each other, then it'll become easy to make the effort and compromises to see each other." I suggested.

She once again stopped her actions and turned to me. "You know you can be quite wise sometimes." She smirked. "Thanks." She followed it up and I raised my eyebrow at her. "For actually listening and not telling me I'm getting caught up in my head or it's my anxieties." She said in a sad tone. "Just because you have anxiety, doesn't mean that your feelings or worries are exaggerated. I'm always here for you to talk to and listen." I comforted her, giving her shoulder a nudge.