Opportunity of a Lifetime: A Lizzie Olsen Story

Ch 14. Finding Nemo and Friendly Banter

Y/N POV:
19th June
Scarlett and I are currently sitting on the couch laughing about a story Scar has told us about when she once scared Lizzie so badly on set that she ran into 'Papa RDJ's' (as the called him) trailer screaming but immediately was met with a almost naked RDJ. He was in nothing but his boxers and she screamed even louder, causing Chris Evans to run into the trailer as well because she thought he was dead from the horrifying scream she let out.

Lizzie is snuggled up next to me pouting like a small child with her arms folded and her face bright red. Scarlett takes one look at Lizzie's child-like state and let's put a true belly laugh at the pouting brunette. I turn to look at her and tilt my head a little to admire how adorable and cute she looks all flustered like this.

"Aw Liz it's okay, you aren't the only one that get embarrassed. You ask Alex about the one time at school that I slipped on a bit of water at lunch and spilt my chocolate milk all over my white school shirt." I say to her and it must have cheered her up because her pout swiftly turns into a cheeky giggling look. "Don't laugh, I had a bruise on my butt for 3 weeks and it severely damaged my street cred." I joke with her and she lets out a giggle and Scarlett continues laughing with my joining in as well.

Our laughter is interrupted by the buzzer on the gate. "Oh I'll go, save you guys a possible mega fan encounter." I half joke to the girls and although they chuckle at me, I can see the appreciation in their eyes. I swiftly make my way to the gate and grab the food, not before giving the driver a $30 tip because I don't know how much you are meant to tip people. (A/n. This is because in Australia where I am from we don't really tip people as the average pay rate in our country is quite high compared to other countries.)

I make my way back into the house and through to the kitchen, placing the food on the bench. "Dinner is served." I call out and I see a very childish looking Scarlett push Lizzie out the way to run around the bench before her. I chuckle at the two best friends and smile while I think about Lexi.

"Hey that's mean!" Lizzie scolds Scarlett pouting again. "Oh please your just slow." Scarlett quips back and I giggle before speaking up. "Enough now children, it's time to eat." I say and the other two groan in response and seem to read each others minds as the both say a "yes mom" out load and I laugh and shake my head at their antics.

We all share the different foods from the containers and pile our plates up high with everything we want before pulling up chairs at the island bench and start to dig in. I hear a moan from one of the girls and turn my head to see that it was Lizzie. "Ugh, this tastes so good!" She says and I feel myself gulp a little. That sound was I think, the most amazing thing I have heard in my life. I feel my cheeks start to burn a little and down a bit of the water I had in a cup that Scarlett put in front of each of us when we first sat down.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Scarlett smirking at me and I shoot her a dangerous yet playful glare and she just chuckles silently. Lizzie stays completely oblivious to this whole interaction, to engrossed in the food that she is shovelling into her mouth, like it's the last meal she will ever eat.

The rest of the dinner goes by and I manage to regain my composure a little. As soon as I notice the girls are finished by the way they are both leaned back into their chairs heads hanging back and both their hands on their stomachs rubbing them a little like you see pregnant woman do. I grab the plates and cutlery of the island and move over to the sink to start washing the dishes.

"Y/N you don't have to do that, let me." Lizzie says to which I shake my head at her. "Nope." I reply, popping the P before continuing. "You two grab another drink and head back to the living room. I will be out soon, this won't take long." I say and reluctantly both girls agree and do what I suggested.