What Can I Do? (renee rapp x reader)

Re(neé)connecting (Part Two)

A/N: Thank you to the people that have actually read this already. I'm new to this and the fact that people like my writing is very comforting lol. Also I'm going to actually start writing Reneé's name correctly. ALSO how do we feel about making Reader mexican or like at least speak spanish?

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Present Day (March, 2023)

Car Cries

Reneé's POV

I fiddle with my rings, barely really paying attention to what Adam is saying. I know he's briefing me. I know he's telling me I've earned it but that I also have to be very grateful for this opportunity. I know he's begging me not to do dumb shit like fall asleep —which fuck you, that happened ONCE– or be late to set or say something completely out of pocket the first day when meeting my co-stars –which, fair, that will probably happen– or just like–

"Reneé? Are you listening to me?" He asks, using his annoyed but polite voice, like the businessman he is. I hate when he does that to me. We've known each other for way too long to keep treating me like I'm trying to invest in him or some shit. I rather he yell at me at this point.

"This is very important!" Finally some emotion in his voice. "This is your first movie and you're going to meet some very important people which could become into some very important connections which is something you definitely need to do right if you want to-"

"Yeah, yeah." I interrupt his rant, dismissively waving my hands. Is it rude? Yes. But I can't bear to talk right now. I just want to wallow in self pity or at least wallow in silence.

I think he realizes that I'm not trying to be a dick, that there's more on my mind than just how the first day on set is going to go. He knows about her. Christ, everyone knows about her. So many of my –released and unreleased– songs are about her. I don't think I've ever met anyone like her. I don't think I ever will.

I fucked up with her.

I shake my head slightly and rub my eyes, begging them not to water about something that ended three fucking years ago. I have a romantic partner. I remind myself. One who's coming to visit set literally today.

Alissa can not know that Y/N L/N is the ex. They'd kill me.

Just like clockwork, one of her love songs plays on the radio, which Adam immediately turns off, plunging us back into that comforting uncomfortable silence.

I wonder what guy that's about.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his businessman demeanor suddenly shifting into a soft tone that few people knew. "You know I could tell them you're sick or something so you can put this off-"

"We're fifteen minutes away." I whisper, my voice shaking. Jesus, stop being such a crybaby Reneé.

"I know but-"

"I need to face it-" no, her.

"-her. I can't keep putting it off."

The Past (May, 2019)

The Ex

Reneé's POV

I can't stop looking at her. We talked and talked and talked throughout the entire plane ride. She's perfect. Her smile almost seems as if it were carved into her face by a sculptor, her eyes slightly closing when she laughed. Even though I knew she had no makeup on, her face had a beautiful blush, almost as if it were perfectly brushed on, like a porcelain doll. And her lips, god her lips–