Lovey-Dovey ♡ | Gracie Abrams x Fem!oc

Chapter 2

A/N: I'm back from the dead, I took so long Gracie released another album.
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"Oh come on, stop pouting Jenna." Violetta smirked as she took another bite of her carbonara. The girl considered this small Italian restaurant to be her one true love, coming here at any chance she could get. The brunette across from her scoffed slightly at her words.

"I'm not pouting!" She said, a mouth full of bread.

"Yes you are! Ever since you couldn't find that comment from- what's her name? Stacy?"

"Gracie!"

"Whatever! C'mon you know I have much more important things to worry about in life." The blonde shrugged, she noticed the look from her friend and sighed.

"As much as I love you, and appreciate your very rational worry of me dying alone, I don't need you to play matchmaker okay? Maybe you are right, but for now: Work life first, love life second. I don't like all that lovey-dovey shit anyway!" Violetta smiles, taking her friends hand and squeezing it to signal her point across. Jenna finally accepts her little speech with a sigh.

"Fine. But if she ever-"

"Waiter! Could we get the check please!" Violetta cuts her off jokingly, earning a slap from Jenna across the table. The girls calmed down and fell into conversation about Violetta's new upcoming role. The girl's heart fluttered just thinking about it. Being on the big screen; this was what she always wanted! This was her dream since she was a kid, sobbing dramatically on the kitchen floor. It was finally coming true, and she couldn't help but let a smile break her face from ear to ear.

Soon dinner ended, and the girls said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Violetta sighed as she got to her car, plucking a parking ticket from the windshield with a sigh.

"I was only a minute!" She yelled to the cop who just shrugged with a shit-eating smirk as he turned the corner. She groaned and dropped into her front seat, flicking the radio on as she pulled out of the parking space. Suddenly, the artist name caught her eye. Gracie Abrams. The cover was black and white, a blurry photo of the girl. She turned up the volume, her brows furrowing a bit.

"We could meet down the line
After all of the time
And give an actual try
I can't promise you'll like it-"

The blonde widened her eyes a bit, this girl was good. She felt herself tapping her fingers to the beat of the song at stoplights, she already knew this ear worm was burrowing its way into her head. The singer's name kept swirling through her head. What if Jenna was right? What if Gracie did have a crush on her? Those thoughts kept her mind occupied all the way to the parking space outside her apartment.

She climbed the stairs to her door and turned around one final time to make sure her car was locked. She smiled as her cat meowed in annoyance when she walked through the door.

"Yes, yes, sorry I'm late Stinky." She sighed as she kicked her shoes off and hung up her coat. Stinky was an old tabby cat that Violetta had adopted from a shelter near her apartment. Jenna hated the name, but Violetta thought it was absolutely hilarious so she didn't change it when it came time to sign the adoption papers.

She scraped the cat's dinner out of the tin can and into the ceramic, fish shaped bowl she had bought for him. After that, she washed her hands and put on a kettle so she could make some tea before bed. She started scrolling through instagram and thought back to the conversation she'd had with Jenna earlier that evening and the song playing on the radio.

She typed Gracie's name into the search bar and scrolled through her account. She had to admit, the brunette girl was cute and she had a really good voice. The instagram soon turned to her tiktok then to her twitter.

Violetta had forgotten all about her kettle boiling on the stove and looked up just in time to see it begin to whistle, loudly signaling it was ready. Her sister called it impractical, however, what is impracticality to an aesthetically pleasing old-fashioned kettle?

"It makes me feel like I'm in an episode of Gilmore Girls or something..." Violetta said as she plucked it off the shelf at the thrift store. Her sister scoffed and rolled her eyes, mumbling something about lead poisoning.

She jumped out of her thoughts, dropping her phone on the counter and running to go turn the heat off on the stove. As she prepared her tea, she didn't notice Stinky jump up onto the countertop silently behind her. The cat reached out his paw and walked across the screen, then sat down on the phone completely.

Violetta stirred her mug before taking a sip and sighing, leaning back against the counter. When she looked down she noticed the corner of her phone sticking out from underneath her cat.

"Oh, Stinky- shoo, c'mon..." She reached over and picked up the phone. Looking down, she noticed the comments of one of Gracie's instagram posts opened. At the top was a comment from her account. All it said was: "siebfiql:$3", but still Violetta blushed in embarrassment.

She quickly responded to the comment: "Sorry, my cat has a mind of his own I swear." and put her head in her hands as she leaned up against the counter.

"You really live up to your name, don't you?" Violetta smirked as the cat rubbed against her cheek with a purr. Then, her phone buzzed next to her...

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A/n: Woah guys, annual chapter is here! (JK... hopefully) In all seriousness, thank you for the love so far and sorry for the painfully slow updates. I have a LOT of time on my hands right now so hopefully more updates. Thank you so much for reading, hope you enjoyed! 🫶