The life of a newbie in Hollywood and Scarlett Johansson. Will life ever be easy for them?
I'm working on another book right now, the story of Switch, as referenced in this book. Would anyone like to read about that made up story too?
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I grab a coffee from the machine and sit at the dinner table with breakfast, Hailee's in the gym downstairs, so I sit reading a newspaper, when the doorbell rings. I leave my stuff, and answer the door, instantly trying to shut it again to be met with resistance.
Scarlett: Wait!
She barges her way in and shuts the door behind herself. I walk back to the dinner table without acknowledging her as she follows.
Scarlett: Cute place.
I never lift my head once.
Scarlett: Can we please talk?
Again, she gets nothing.
Scarlett: Y/N please, I'm losing it here. Do you not feel anything?
Eventually, I drop my fork and put down my coffee.
Me: Do I not feel anything? Are you kidding? Scarlett: Can we please just talk? Me: I have absolutely nothing that I need to say to you. Don't let the door hit you on the way out, will you? Scarlett: I understand that you're still upset, but I really think we need to talk about this, us. Me: There is no us, you made damn sure of that when you worked yourself into his bed. Hailee: Hey Y/N, you're out of...oh.
Hailee walks in drying her hair with a towel.
Scarlett: Convenient.
I sigh.
Me: What do you want, Scarlett? Scarlett: I need you to talk to the kids, they won't speak to me at all and I'm worried about Cosmo. Me: The kids are fine, I saw them yesterday. Scarlett: What? How? Me: Well, while you were too busy in your office, they snuck out and came here. I told Rose to tell you, but given you didn't even notice your own kids were gone. Scarlett: You should've called me. Me: They were safe. Look, the kids will form their own opinions whether you talk to them or I do. Let them do that, give them their own freedom. We can't tell them how to feel, I won't tell them how to feel about you or me. Scarlett: Do you think you could take them for the week? Me: Why? Are you and Colin not seeing each other enough already or something? Scarlett: I'm going to Paris, so I need you to come through on this. Me: Very romantic. Scarlett: Y/N please, you owe me this. Hailee: She owes you nothing for the record, but she'll take them.
I turn around to Hailee and glare, she mouths sorry.
Scarlett: Thank you.
Scarlett leaves and I turn back to Hailee.
Hailee: If you didn't say yes, you'd still be standing there arguing, and they're your kids. Me: That's true, thank you.
The evening comes around pretty quickly, as I wrap up and get in the G Wagon with Hailee, stopping outside the gates of my old house to pick up the kids. I type the code into the gate and drive in, pulling up outside the door as it opens. I barely notice the kids get in the car, I just stare at Scarlett standing in the doorway with Colin, and it suddenly hits that that will never be me again.
