What Can I Do? (renee rapp x reader)

Re(neé)connecting (Part Three)

A/N: Just wanted to mention that I've now just realized that Renee Rapp is not in fact short to most so that is MY bad (i'm 5'9)

i also wanted to add that the reason that all the chaps are "Re(né)connecting" at the moment is because this is the beginning and also there's like subtitles for each lil segment of the chapter.

anyhoo

enjoy the chapter

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The Past (June, 2019)

Casted

Your POV

Ring ring.

Ugh. Go away.

Ring ring.

I let the call go to voicemail and turnover to fall back asleep. My eyes close and I press my cheek against the cold pillow, slowly sinking back into a state of delirium.

Ring ring.

Are you fucking kidding me? I let out an audible groan that resonates throughout my empty apartment. I will my body to get up from the comfortable position that had caused a small me-sized crater in my bed. Rubbing my eyes, I stand up, walking towards where I had left my phone, my legs wobbling underneath myself. Jesus Christ, should I workout more?

And who the fuck is calling at this hour?

Ring ring.

Whoever it is stubborn as fuck.

I pick up the phone, my eyes not having adjusted to the light it emits so I don't even bother reading the contact name. Instead I bring it to my ear and let out a raspy;

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Reneé?"

"Yes Clyde." Holy shit I can't believe she nicknamed me after a literal STD. But to be honest, I don't care what she calls me. Anytime she remotely refers to me, I melt a bit. Which is a lot. Go figure, we're the only people we know in New York so in the past month we've hung out constantly.

Yeah that's the only reason.

Totally not because I have a big fat crush on Reneé Rapp.

"Clyde are you there?"

"Yes, yes. Why are you calling me at this hour Miss Rapp?" I inquire with fake annoyance. If it had been anyone else in the world calling I would have killed them. But now, I just had a stupid grin on my face.

"Could you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Check your email."

"Dude it's not the 90s or something, who messages by email?"

"Just check it!" She insists, as if she's trying to contain her excitement. I raise my eyebrow even though she can't see me and check my email. Sure enough, there's a notification on my phone from Gmail.

"No way." I whisper as I open it up.

"Holy shit. Reneé."

"Yes?" She asks as if she doesn't know what's going on but her voice is bursting with excitement.

"I didn't get the part." I murmur quietly.

A pause of silence comes on her end.

"Oh my god Y/N, I'm so sorry-"

"I'm joking." I laugh and squeeze the phone excitedly. "You're talking to the new Janis Ian of fucking Broadway!" I squeal excitedly and I hear her deeper laughs through the phone.

"You scared the shit out of me oh my god!" She laughs, a mixture between relief and genuinely finding me funny.

"I assume I am talking to the new Regina George of Broadway?"

"Yes, yes you are."

Present Day (March, 2023)

You Could Hear A Pin Drop

Reneé's POV

"Hey Clyde..." I say weakly as I hold the elevator open so that I can say goodbye to Adam.

"Please don't call me that." She murmurs, barely loud enough so that I can hear. It almost sounds as if she's...sad. Is she not over me? I shake my head. The only person who's not over a relationship that ended three years ago is me.

I'm also already someone else's girlfriend.

Shit.

Her face lights up at the sight of Adam and she introduces herself, politely making small talk for a while. Adam is bumbling to get words out, his face one of utter bewilderment. He keeps looking at me and then back at her. His eyes are telling me that if this wasn't mortifying for me then he would be laughing.

God, even when she hates me she's polite to Adam.

"Anyways bye Reneé, it was lovely meeting you Y/N." No Adam, don't do this to me. I silently plead to him with my eyes.

"It was great meeting you too Adam!" She chirps sweetly, her voice ringing in my ear. I remember when that enthusiasm used to be mine.

As soon as she turns to step into the elevator Adam mouths to me; You have to face her and I wave him off. I step onto the elevator beside her and my body feels like it's on fire. She's so close to me physically, closer than she's been in years and yet she's the farthest she's ever been from me at the same time.

She starts humming a song which I don't recognize at first, until I do.

"Are you humming my song?"

Present Day (March, 2023)

Dumb Stupid Idiot

Your POV

My cheeks flash red with embarrassment. I curse my stupid brain and the dumbass who decided to play Snow Angel right before I was going to see Reneé Rapp, almost as if the poor radio dude knew that I happened to see my ex for the first time in three years the day he decided to play her song. The ex I'm not exactly over.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I've stayed the entirety of these past three years mourning the loss of my first real love. I've had boyfriends and I've had girlfriends –granted these women were never public– just check old news articles. It's just they've never been...her. The closest I've got to that is with my ex co-star who I'm now just friends with. Even then it's never been like it was with Reneé. It's not like I ever really gave anyone a chance to be like her, never let it last long enough.

I finally gather myself and internally take a deep breath, making sure the blonde next to me was not catching on to the fact that she was stressing me out. I look her in the eyes, putting on my best bitchy face. I'm mad at her. I think. Even if it was so long ago. She still broke my heart.

I look down at her hands and realize she's playing with a ring, which gives me butterflies. God fucking damn it Reneé, why do you have this effect on me?

"Are you wearing the ring I gave you more than three years ago?"

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A/N: Aaa please tell me what you think about this chapter! Also should I make reader taller or shorter than Reneé? Not sure how masc or fem you want these girls to be.