Flashing Lights (Scarlett X G!P Reader)

Chapter 36

Ayo MFs, attendance time :)

⚠️Also just a quick Trigger Warning for drug usage⚠️

Scarlett POV

For May, it's damn hot in Los Angeles. It's only 8 am and it's near 90 degrees out. Imma go ahead and thank Global Warming for that one.

I continue my run down the path and my music shuffles on my playlist, playing one of The Rose's songs to keep me motivated and going. Down the road there's people noticing me, but not many since it's still decently early in the morning.

Some take pictures, paparazzi spots me, but a few people wave at me and nod respectfully which makes me happier. I wave back and continue on, but hear my phone ringing in my AirPods.

I hit answer on my watch, knowing that it's Lizzie and breathe out as I slow to a light jog, "Hey Liz, what's up?"

"Hey! I was just calling to ask if you've heard from Y/N this morning?"

Frowning, I look down at my phone from the text last night I sent, asking if they were alright, but getting no response. I sigh, "Nope. She's probably still asleep. You know how late they sleep in." A terribly fake laugh comes out of my mouth and I can hear paparazzi shouting at me, asking about what I think of Y/N and Bella last night so I speed up a bit.

"Judging by that hideous fake laugh, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you saw the pictures and haven't heard from them since she got to the club."

I stop in a park and take a breath, "Maybe. How'd you know?"

"Well for one, I just saw a picture of you running on Twitter, and you don't go for public runs anymore unless you're stressed. And two, was just a lucky guess. Are you okay? You wanna come over and talk about it?"

I glance around the park, seeing all the eyes on me and force myself to look happy so nothing gets blown up for no reason.

Paparazzi is most likely fishing for something after the images of Y/N and Bella blew up. Maybe I should call Y/N?

Did they even go to their house last night?

She said she would stay in touch all night.

Yet here I am, worried sick, and feeling sick about those images. On top of that, I had to find out from the internet that those two dated for years.

Maybe I could use someone.

"You know what? Yeah. I'm coming over."

"Door will be open."

I hang up and suck in a deep breath, nodding to myself for encouragement. Then, I take off down the sidewalk and head for Lizzie's house. Of course, people take pictures but I ignore them and pull up my messages.

To My Darling: Good morning

Once it sends I put my phone away, feeling an angry heat building up in my chest as I continue my run which takes about 30 minutes to Lizzie's house. By the time I get there I'm panting and she opens the door with furrowed eyebrows and a disgusted look on her face.

"You look like you just rolled out of the ocean."

"Thanks," I pant and walk inside, going to her fridge to grab a water.

"Did you run here?"

"Yeah, why?" My chest is tight from the heavy breathing but I catch my breath as quickly as I can, then see that Lizzie made bacon and eggs.

"Yum, can I have some?"

Before she can even say "yes" I walk over and grab the food, shoving bacon into my mouth while Elizabeth just stares at me in shock, "I um–" "What?" I frown and she just shakes her head.