On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

Waltz

GrOrange??

Y/N POV

"I swear you don't even like candy."

"That's not true!"

"Well, I've never seen you eat it!"

"You've seen me eat ice cream."

"First off Pumpkin Ice Cream and Liz-"

"Well, as my girlfriend, I know you've seen the pic of-"

"Besides the Blue Airhead for that one movie."

As I walk up and down the aisles of the local H-E-B, I hear a huff through my AirPods. "Ugh- well... That's because I like having perfect teeth." I hum. "That's true. Your pearly white smile is one of the most stunning things on this planet." I hear a small laugh on the other side of the phone. "But that doesn't mean you can't live every once in a while, Liz. Cavities come all! Plus, I know you celebrities have freaky dentists who fix everything in one week!" I pick up an enormous mixed bag of chocolates and begin inspecting it.

"That is not true! My body and teeth are like this because I take care of them- don't you dare roll your eyes at me!"

I drop the bag of goodies into my cart and quickly scan the area around me. Not a Liz in sight. "How did you know I was doing that??" I ask, a little scared. Not gonna lie.

I hear Liz laugh again. "Every time you go to roll your eyes, you always take a quick breath in. I heard it through the phone." My mouth opens slightly in thought. "And now your mouth is open. Ooh, and let me guess?! You have your tongue being squeezed between your teeth!"

"Stop doing that!!" I notice I shout a little too loud as a woman books it out of the same aisle as me. "You're a freak," I whisper into the phone call. "Takes one to know one. Why are we whispering?"

"Because I looked like a freak."

"Oh well, that's nothing new." A loud laugh echoes through my AirPods. As good as a burn that was, I can never ever pout or faux being mad when that angelic laugh worms its way into my ears. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Yeah, yeah."

I pick up another mixed bag of candies. Sour this time. "Warheads, yay or nay?" "I wouldn't know." I huff. "Okay." I put the Warheads down and pick up a small bag. "Sour straws?" "Are they good?" "You're really not being a big help right now. Because, of course, they're good!"

"Then sure. Get what you want. This was your idea."

I place the bag of sour straws into the cart. "That sounds like you don't like it." My smile falters a bit.

"I like it, but babe, we're only renting this place for a short period of time while I film."

"Right..." I say, weaving my cart around people in the middle of the aisle. "That's why I want to do something for the time we're here—I mean, Liz, Halloween's literally in two days. Let's give those kids one more extra house to hit up for some candy! It'll be fun!" I stop the cart in the frozen section. "I'm looking at some very unhealthy frozen burritos right now, by the way."