What Can I Do? (renee rapp x reader)

Re(neé)connecting (FINALE)

A/N: This is where the timeline of shows is a bit interrupted. Also good luck with the angst.

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The Past (October, 2020)

Falling In Love Isn't For The Weak

Your POV

It had been six months since I had landed a role. After the pandemic started, Mean Girls was canceled which meant essentially that me and Reneé were out of jobs. Everything was fine because being on Broadway pays well and we had savings. Most of our time had just been spent with each other in my apartment, laughing and talking. If it would have been anyone else, I would have probably lost my mind after a few weeks, but with Reneé...god Reneé...it had just made me fall even harder. Waking up to her everyday, taking turns making breakfast, watching TV shows, baking, ordering food, playing board games. It felt like a dream come true. But my heart ached for it's one true love: art. To do something. Whether that be sing or act or dance. Something. I had started writing songs already, sometimes staying up late with my guitar in hand or jotting down little notes of lyrics or recording voice memos of melodies that would drum in my head. I had auditioned, of course, but getting a job in the pandemic was difficult. Me and Reneé had both been struggling.

That is until today.

I had gone grocery shopping, deciding that I wanted to surprise my beautiful girlfriend with a delicious dinner. I hadn't quite decided what I wanted to make for her but I eventually decided to make some pasta. As I ran my fingers along the many wooden boxes of processed cheese, reading the names to myself, muttering, my phone started ringing. At first I had let it go to voicemail, knowing that if I was on call I wouldn't be able to concentrate on gathering the ingredients for dinner or even what the person on the other end was saying. However, when it rung again, I knew I had to answer. People only call twice when it's important.

The contact name read 'Max', my manager, who had currently been helping me out with my music and producing it, so I had assumed that it was something about that.

"Hello?" I said into the phone, my voice tentative and questioning.

"Y/N!" He almost yells, struggling to contain his excitement.

"Yes?" I chuckle, raising an eyebrow.

"You got the part! The Apple Plus show!"

"What? The one about the gay poet?"

"Yes! You got the gay poet!" My eyes widened in shock and I couldn't contain my squeal of excitement and disbelief which garnered a dirty look from a dad and his kid across the aisle.

"Holy shit!" I whisper-yelled. "I got to go tell Reneé!"

As I jiggle my key in the apartment, I hear Reneé come to the front door, and she kisses me as I come in.

"Let me help-" She retracts her hands when she realizes I'm not carrying anything. "Where are the bags? Where's our food?"

"I want to take you out." I say, my face twisting into a huge grin. "There's cheese and charcuterie in the fridge, let's go on a picnic to Brooklyn Bridge Park." I smile and she giggles.

"Okay. What's the big occasion?"

"It's a secret!"

"Well I have to tell you something too so..." She giggles.

She starts the car as I pack the food in a basket and I join her in the passenger seat. She puts her hand on my inner thigh as we drive and we sing along to the songs from her playlist, occasionally smiling and laughing at each other.