Present Day (March, 2023)
Your Floor
Your POV
God could this elevator take any longer? Jesus fucking Christ. It had been a few moments since I had said that, and I couldn't help but feel terrible. It hurt me a lot, but at the same time, it had to have hurt a lot for Reneé too. We were in love. Even if she's the one who broke up with me, she still loved me. Right? Plus if we're going to be working on the same movie then we should probably make up or something. I just didn't know how I was expected to act normal around her. I've only ever felt intense emotions towards her, love and hate. And even that hate was just based around how much love I still felt for her.
I'm over her. I think, lost in my own thoughts when the beautiful blonde looks at me and grabs my shoulders like she had done so many times before. It still caused shivers up my spine, like electrifying little tingles. She was like pure electricity and my body wanted nothing more than to be her conductor, feel her pass right through me, feel her in her entirety. But that was years ago, we had that years ago. We were grown, I had changed, she had changed. It was over. It would always be over. And I was-
"I'm sorry." She murmurs, her soft voice bringing me back to reality. "I really am. Let me invite you for a cup of coffee so we can talk."
Before I can even respond, the elevator dings, notifying us that we had arrived to our destination, she walks out and smiles.
Not flirtatiously, not necessarily happy, just one of genuine vulnerability.
And yet it still caused my whole body to crawl with nerves, like I had when we first met.
The Past (June, 2019)
Confessions
Your POV
As I bow down with my co-star, I can feel the applause reverberate through my entire body. I can almost taste it, the way they all stare at me, I feel their admiration and praise like honey washing throughout my body. The sweat dripping from my body, the tears I had shed, the work I had done is all worth it when I see how truly moved the audience is by me. Me. To see that the passion and love that I have for singing, for acting, even for dancing had impacted the people I had performed to, that perhaps they may have even connected with me, that maybe they leave a bit more enlightened about who they are, that they could leave with a new perspective was electrifying. Because of me. It was beautiful to me that I could profoundly transmit the vulnerability and passion I had when performing to someone else. I think that's why I do what I do.
I go offstage and head to my dressing room to get a towel in order to wipe the sweat off of my forehead. I spray myself with perfume and go to the theater doors with the rest of my co-stars in order to talk and take photos with the fans of the shows. I immediately notice Reneé is nowhere in sight. Worry starts to fill my stomach, like fizzing soda.
She's probably just late.
Fifteen minutes pass.
She's probably just in the bathroom.
Another fifteen minutes pass.
I excuse myself and make a beeline to the dressing rooms. I don't even bother knocking and just open her door.
She's crying, sobbing even, only wearing her bra and some jeans.
"I can't find my shirt." She whimpers.
I drape my jacket over her and then hug her.
"What happened?" I whisper.
"Do you ever feel like you have to hide part of yourself from the world?"
You have no idea. I think but I let her continue.
"I feel like if people know they'll hate me or ignore me or at least look at me differently."
I hug her tightly.
"Maybe there will be people like that, because some people are assholes. But the important ones, the ones you should keep will love you just the same. I will love you just the same."
She pauses and she puts her hands on my shoulders, looking me in the eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes full of tears. I want nothing more than to switch places with her, to feel all the pain she is feeling, to take it from her, so that she doesn't have to feel so sad, so lost. I want to make sure she never hurts again. I want to make sure I'll always be able to comfort her.
"What are you hiding?" I finally ask, gently raising my hand to softly brush her hair in between my fingers. "Not that you have to tell me or a-"
"I like girls."
Present Day (March, 2023)
Finally Facing Her
Reneé's POV
I can't even look at her when I walk out of the elevator. I don't want to deal with the consequences of my actions. I don't want her to reject my offer, to see her face turn from anger to pity. I don't want her to see my face, to realize just how much this means to me. Especially because it shouldn't mean so much to me. It can't. Right?
Fuck.
I shake my head, almost as if shaking my head would mix up my thoughts like a cocktail at a bar. I try to forget about how I just embarrassed myself, how conflicted I was feeling, how anxiety is tingling through my body. I'm introduced to the cast, trying to make as good of an impression as I can. I really try to think about anything else by Y/N. When we do the table read, I'm in character, I'm paying attention to what is being said. And yet, when she speaks, it's all I can think about again. God, I am really bad at this.
Some hours pass and it's time to go home, as I start to walk to my car, I see a certain girl smoking a cigarette, leaning against my car.
"So? Are you going to treat me to coffee or not?"
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A/N: I might just be the fastet Wattpad writer in the world (jk). Anyways, enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think.
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What Can I Do? (renee rapp x reader)
RomanceYou and Renee were young and naive and so it ended. But what happens when you are both cast in the same Broadway show --turned movie-- that ignited your love?
