I first met Elizabeth Olsen at a pottery class in Los Angles.
I was persuaded to go by Scarlett Johansson, she's like my big sister but she isn't because neither of us have the same parent. It had been a while since saw each other because we've both been so busy with life. Iv'e known her for a while thats why we are so close, we are best buds.
I wasn't supposed to go to this pottery class but Scarlett signed me up so i had to go so i didn't waist her money. But because of her, i am now a full time qualified ceramic artist. If i had known Lizzie would be sitting beside me sculpturing her own plant pot to go in her garden at her own machine, i would have been much more inclined to go in the first place. For when our eyes met, there was no going back. Her big green irises stared into my soul and her amazing big wide smile making my life worth it.
"your vase" her sweet voice spoke making the little hairs on my arms prick straight up without a single crinkle. I just nodded not fully paying attention to wait she was saying but her voice. I finally looked down feeling clay fall onto my hand, now i have a lopped sided vase which isn't going to help with anything. Lizzie started laughing making me look up, i watch her mouth mold into different shapes as she laughs the whole room out intoxicating everyone with that beautiful sound.
Her urban hair in loose waves fell over her shoulder, who knows how much conditioner she used to make it that sparkly. Her soft smile and green eyes got up with the rest of her and made their way over to me. "was that my fault?" she asked "n-no" i stutter and she smiled the prettiest smile in the world.
I didn't tell Scarlett about the day, how could i? she would have said it was all because of her which is true but i like to believe otherwise. the only thing i told her was the day Lizzie invited me to the bar next door by email. We had each others email from the pottery chat but nothing else.
That night was a disco party so all we did was drink and dance our way through the night. Throughout the night our bodies brushed up against eachother from all the dancing and all i could focus on was Lizzies hips swaying like a sail in the wind. She was way to flexable for me, so i sit in the corner drinking my alcohol and watch her have her fun. She danced over to me and held out her hands for me to take so i did of course. I asked if she wanteed a drink over the music and she just nodded as her voice is so soft i probably wouldnt have heard what she said. I took her over to the bar and ordered two pinacoladas. All i remember in detail is her soft voice calling me cute and i didn't even do anything. We sat on a maanky sofa in the corner of the room and drakn our drinks until Lizzie jumped up telling me she loved the song which the Dj was playing which was 'girls just want to have fun' from 1983. She dragged me over to the dance floor and once the alcohol finally settled in, my body loosened up and i became less anxious so i started to dance with her. Biggest regret of my life but she doesnt think so.
However, that wasn't the best day. The best day was when we exchanged numbers and i took lizzie out for dinner. The dinner wasn't the best part, the part that happened afterwards was the best part.
Lizzie invited herself over to my appartment that evening and we played games until it got dark. I caught her eyes dart down to my hips and then back up to my eyes. She leaned over and put her hand on my cheek and leans her face closer to mine until our noses touched. Lizzie hands started to shake in mine so i held them gently and brought them up to my lips where i placed a soft kiss and smelt them. I couldnt forget her words that night 'just kiss me y/n' she pleaded so eventuallly i gave in and did what she wanted. I put my hands on each of her cheeks and deepened the kiss until she finally pulled away and got up to leave. I begged her to stay so she did and thats how i fell inlove with my lizzie.
