Scripted | S.R x Reader

12 | Losing the Plot

You stood outside of the dark green door, your hands shaking as they reached for the doorbell.

"Y/N?" Spencer slowly entered your line of vision as the door opened.

You inhaled sharply. "I'm sorry." He was quiet. "So so sorry, actually. I—I had no right to act the way I did, I just..."

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

"I like you. I think." You gulped. "I—I didn't know what to do, so I pushed you away because I have some weird idea that our worlds are too different, but I don't think so and I—"

"Y/N."

You blinked a few times. "Yes?"

"What is wrong with you?"

Your heart dropped. "Excuse me?"

"You're selfish, rude, and when you finally are slightly decent, you go right back to it. You are in no way capable enough or stable enough at that for being in a real relationship, not everybody has feelings that will bend to meet yours at any given time, Y/N."

"Spencer—"

"Our arrangement was for work and work only, and I'm sorry if you got something else from that." The green door shut with a burst that knocked you from your dream, or nightmare you supposed.

You shot up, slowly exhaling as your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you, making out the familiar painting across from your bed. "Geez."

"God, Anissa. It felt too real! I feel like if I actually do this, Spencer is gonna reject me just like in the dream." You sighed, pacing your apartment.

Anissa popped a strawberry in her mouth. "Didn't he say he wanted to kiss you?"

"Yes...but it's been like 2 weeks and—"

"Y/N."

You looked up at her. "Sorry, you knew that. I'll move on to the issue—"

"No!"

"What?"

Anissa shook her head. "I'm not just someone you can constantly call up and depend upon for advice, you know."

"I don't think of you that way."

"Listen, Y/N, for once I'm your life." You bit your lip, nodding. "Ever since all of this Spencer shit started, I've been a sort of side character in your life. I'm here to deliver one liners for comedic effect or give you a pat on the back when you're down, but that's not what I want!"

You looked at your feet. "I'm sorry."

"Are you? I think you've been so caught up in the glitz and glamour of your little love affair and shit that you haven't even realized the ring on my finger."

Your eyes moved to Anissa's left hand. "What..?"

"My girlfriend proposed 2 weeks ago. I gave you a break at first, but you still haven't noticed. I'm not your friend, Y/N, I'm just someone who assures you that you aren't losing the plot." Anissa picked up her purse. "Do what you want with Spencer, I'm not your friend. I'm just here to remind you of meetings and fix your shit."

"Anissa, wait!"

"Night." She shut the door behind you, leaving you alone.

The old you would have gotten pissed, made a call or two, and had a new assistant by the morning.

But you couldn't muster that anger...you knew Anissa was right. Dream Spencer was right.

You're selfish, you struggle to be empathetic to anyone else, and you're pretty draining half of the time, and now the only two people who could truly love you despite knowing all of those traits about you hate your guts and are ignoring you.

Nice!

"C'mon," you whispered, looking through your contacts.

The only people you had in there that you considered to be...friends were Anissa, Spencer, and Josh. The money manipulator, the supposed best friend you were an asshole to, and the man who somehow fell for you despite all of your bullshit, but you pushed him away.

"You just constantly outdo yourself, Y/N," you whispered, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

You smiled, the flashing of various lighting fixtures and cameras around you.

"So, Y/N, what can you tell us about this upcoming project that Hollywood has been buzzing about?"

"Well, I can't tell you too much, but I can say this..." You said the line you had practiced with Andy over and over, a subtle way to grow attention for the movie without spoiling a thing.

You paused, lights flashing all around you. What are the odds that Anissa and Spencer are watching?

"I can say..." It's something new, different, and exciting. Just say it, idiot. "My character is a lot like me."

Silence besides the flashing and clicking of cameras.

"How so?"

Your mouth seemed to be drying out. "She uh she's something that would make you think of her in a certain way, but he truth is that she's not at all like that uhm perception. But the problem is that she tries so hard to match that idea of her that she pushes people away from her and comes off as a uh a bitch, for lack of a better term." You didn't even realize you were crying. "And it feels like all she can do is make mistakes and hurt anyone who can even tolerate her, but all she wants to do is be accepted for her actual self instead of the idea of her that the world seems to have and—" You stopped, realizing the flashing and clicking had stopped.

"Miss L/N?"

You wiped your eyes. "I'm so sorry." You pushed through the crowd of reporters, slamming the car door behind you and ducking below the window to avoid more cameras.

Spencer sat next to Penelope, his cheeks in his hands.

"I'm pretty sure that was targeted at a few people...including you."

"Doesn't take a profiler to see that," he muttered.

Penelope glanced at him. "So, what are you gonna do?"

"I think the question is what is she gonna do."

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