A/N: Look at me trying to be consistent. My girl @LissaHK_ inspired me to write tonight so, Lissa this will be here for you when you wake up lol. Also this may start taking longer to update because I've decided to take my novel seriously and for extra motivation I have to write a thousand words for it before continuing with this story.
Anyways, without further ado.........
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The Present Day (April, 2023)
Candle Wax
Reneé's POV
My face hurts. Like it genuinely hurts. I've been grinning ear to ear for the past week non-stop. My face has started to wear creases, little lines that almost look like smiley faces on my cheeks that have started to etch their home in me. But it's not just smiling. It's everything. Every person I've seen, whether that be a cast member or a friend, has told me I'm glowing. And I can't disagree with them. I genuinely feel like pure sunlight is just inside me. It warms me. It makes my skin warm that when my cold fingers trace my upper arm I get shivers from the polar temperatures connecting. My whole body shakes with this feverish sunlight and with giggles that unwillingly pour out of my mouth no matter the time. Sometimes I'll just sit in my bed and smile, gripping the sheets with pure euphoria. It makes me want to scream. Happy screams, screams that make you double over in giggling fits. It's like this nervous happiness. It has my whole body exploding with butterflies that fly in and out of me, tickling my insides and making me laugh.
God, I am so down bad for this woman.
It had only been a week after that eventful night in which we had finally reconciled and yet yesterday night I still was kept awake at the thought of seeing her today. I had seen her on set of course and let's just say that the inside of her trailer was very...mmm...interesting to me so I kept having to go inside with her, but nothing beats actually seeing her. Being able to wrap my arms around her and not having to let go in fear of the gossip mill that may start about us dating. Not that I would mind. We weren't dating though and she was closeted. But we were something right? We had to be.
I knock on the door to the apartment, humming one of her songs, only to be opened by a particular familiar face, dressed in a fluffy pink bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee.
"Reneé." She says, raising her eyebrows and I smile back.
"Hey Jenna." And so we start with this weird ass game of 'try not to get beat up by your girlfriend's midget roommate' once again. I still don't get why she seems to hate me. Afterall, she had helped us reconcile. I mean she was the one who kept telling Y/N to ask me out and she was the one who directed me to her that fateful night. I smile again at the thought and she rolls her eyes.
"She's in the shower." She says, staring at me blankly, still not quite letting me in through the door.
I stare at her back, offering a confused smile. "So can I come in?" I say, elongating the word 'so'.
"I guess." She murmurs and sips her coffee, still not opening the door. This is starting to get on my nerves.
"What's your problem?" I begin, trying to confront her without getting all scrappy.
"Excuse me?" She says, not so much angry but more flustered at the confrontation.
"Like why do you act like you hate me? I mean, you were the one who helped us reconcile in the first place." Get back together is what I want to say, but I don't.
"I don't hate you!" She sputters out, blushing now at the sudden confrontation. She takes a deep breath and goes back to her calm expression. "I want to make sure Y/N is happy and you make her happy." She murmurs bitterly as she pinches her upper arm. "But I don't trust you." She starts, returning her gaze towards mine. "You hurt her three years ago and then you hurt twice more before reconciling!" She snaps quietly and I feel remorse wash over me. She isn't wrong.
"I know." I begin, which makes her eyebrows loosen in surprise. "But I'm trying to make that better. I'm trying to be better. She makes me want to be better." Her face softens at my statement and she looks away, almost lost in thought, her expression worn with understanding.
"Okay." She breathes out and she holds the door open for me. "But don't get this shit get to your head Rapp. I still don't trust you and I will not hesitate to beat your ass if you make Y/N so much as sniffle." She threatens, her eyes ablaze with murderous intent. But it's hard to take her seriously when she's seven inches shorter.
"Okay." I smirk and she rolls her eyes almost affectionately as she lets me in. There's still something about her that's off though. It's like she's melting, a candle with the familiar scent of citrusy melancholy.
She finally lets me in and I step into the apartment behind her. "L/N! Your fuck buddy is here!" She yells into the house which causes me to flush. I see her step out of the room with her toothbrush still in her mouth, the toothpaste foam threatening to trickle down her chin. Only a towel covers her, carefully propped up by her hand as she holds it to her chest. Her hair is wet and it sticks to her neck, water dripping onto her collarbones, like morning dew. Even though I'm not anywhere close to her I can still smell the sweet scent of coconut that seems to ooze off of her ever since I met her. She signals to me with her hand a one which I assume means to give her a moment. In an awkward minute as Jenna just works on her computer at the counter and I just stare at where Y/N was supposed to appear, she comes back, wearing marijuana themed boxers and a big shirt that says 'bongs not bombs'. She slyly comes over to me and wraps her arms around my neck.
"What's with the theme?" I chuckle, raising my eyebrow at her.
And with the voice of a frat boy she replies; "We're getting lit tonight bay-beh."
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A/N: The fact that I am currently using that outfit as pjs is pure coincidence.
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