On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

WTFIGO (What The Fuck Is Going On)

What the fuck is (going on)
I don't know what's happening

Max POV

Call me Garfield because I hate Mondays.

I have never ever liked them. Ivy knows this. So why in the hell is she trying to wake me up right now?

"Max baby, come on."

She usually kisses me and then leaves for her cooperate office. So why is she waking me up?

Don't get me wrong. I love waking up to her kisses, especially when she starts leaving light softies on my nose but still!

After a few rounds of kisses, and just when I think she's about to give up, she lifts open my right eyelid causing me to lift my head in anger.

"Stoooppp," I whine with a slightly raised voice.

Bad move.

In an instant, I'm going from a cozy warm comforter on me to nothing. "Get up now." Oh no. Ivy broke out her courtroom voice. It's only happened twice so far that I've seen. Once on our third date when the waiter kept flirting with me and calling Ivy 'my friend.' The second time was when she talked to customer service for me because they yelled at me for their mistake. It was strangely hot.

Anyways this morning, it's scary.

I quickly lift myself from the bed and reach down to grab the comforter before Ivy stops me. "You'll want to see this." Confused and a little more awake, I follow Ivy as she walks out our bedroom door into the living room. It's still dark out, so I know it's early as hell right now. But sure, I'll see what's up.

Face down and passed out on the couch is Y/N. But that's not what caught Ivy's attention. Instead, it's the four notebooks surrounding her. One open face up on the coffee table next to two closed ones. The last one is underneath Y/N's head as a pillow.

"How did she find these?" Ivy asks me, slightly amused.  "Some of those I didn't even get a chance to use yet."

I look at my girlfriend before stepping into the living room to catch a look at the work.

"Does she do this a lot?" Ivy asks, following me. I shake my head no.

"I've only seen her do it once before." I look to my best friend, knowing how hurt she is. "After her dad died."

"Oh." I hear Ivy whisper to herself, suddenly feeling a little weird for looking at her writings.

"It's okay." I look back to my girlfriend to give her a comforting smile before I look at the open-face notebook.

"Did you look at these?" I ask Ivy as I grab the notebook."No, I came out here to grab some coffee and saw this. What are they?"

"Poems, stories, songs. All originals-" Ivy quietly stops me before I can continue. "Are you saying she did all this last night?" She points to the scene in front of us. I happily nod.

"She's got a talent, but-" This time, I stop myself. The rest of that sentence never ends up good.

"That's not original." I hear Ivy say, looking at the notebook in my hand. I refocus and look at what she is seeing.

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hours nine AM
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

(The rest of the song goes on)

I start to tear up reading over the lyrics. "Rocket Man," I say through choked breath. Ivy notices my reaction and places her arms around me in comfort and confusion.