(Book 2) The Dark Side of Fame - Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader

Lunch

9 months later...

Each cast member stands in their place in the living room at Fitz's home in Vermont.

Huck: Did you kill Quinn?
Fitz: Answer the question.
Olivia: We're not doing this.

Olivia turns to walk away.

Marcus: No one's looking to punish you.
David: Not if we don't have to.
Fitz: We're trying to help you.
Olivia: Help me, really?
My Character: Liv please.
Olivia: So this is what, an intervention?
Abby: Think of this as a second chance.
My Character: Liv, leave the White House, give up B613, and David won't prosecute.
Olivia: I don't believe this.

The assistant director shouts cut and Kerry heads over to the screens to take a look, pulling me with her.

Kerry: What did you think?
Me: On what?
Kerry: The take, what did you think?
Me: Um, good I guess. A little rusty, could be cleaner. Depends what you mean.
Kerry: Watch this.

We watch the camerawork.

Me: Camera on Tony could be tighter, less movement. The scene's a delicate one, the camerawork should reflect that. Less heavy movement, more smooth motion.

Everyone around stands and stares.

Me: But apologies if I'm speaking out of turn. I'm just the travelling monkey here.
Kerry: No, no that was good. That was perfect, you're exactly right.
Me: Thanks? I think.

She takes my arm gently.

Kerry: How old are you again?
Me: 21.
Kerry: You're going to be a star if you can see what you just saw from one take.
Me: Oh, I kinda just wanted to take the money and run actually.

I smirk and Kerry starts to laugh.

Kerry: Somehow I don't think that's going to happen. Okay, reset everyone! Let's go again, tighter camerawork on Tony, less jolty movements please people! Good job, Y/N.
Me: No problem.

Later that day...

I walk down the sidewalk on Santa Monica Boulevard, paparazzi following me all the way. I finally got my big break by getting a big part in How to Get Away with Murder and Scandal. I hate the media, but they're just doing their job. I bought a house in Beverly Hills, closer to Scarlett. Me and her have been spending so much time together lately while she goes through her divorce from Romain, asshole. My phone rings:

Me: "Hi Mam...yeah I'm good thanks...just on my way to lunch...with Scarlett yeah...yeah I do spend a lot of time with her, she's my best friend Mam...I can't say too much because the media are following me right now so it might just be one word answers...I should be back home near Christmas...yeah I saw they were nominated, I think we've been invited to go...yeah I'll FaceTime Perrie later...that's great Mam...okay I'll call tomorrow...I love you...Bye."

Paparazzi Collectively: Y/N, do you have a special someone you're meeting today? Y/N/N, are you and Scarlett a thing yet? Are you the reason she's divorcing Romain? Is it true you two have had sex? What was it like to make out with Kerry Washington?! Do you have any morals, breaking them up?
Me: Could you guys please just leave me alone?

I walk quicker and take a step into a store, where I recognise a face.

Hailee: Hi, long time no see.
Me: Please save me from these fucking morons outside. I can't be arsed with them right now.