Elizabeth Olsen is an actress and incredibly talented, knows what she wants, she has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect job and life is just perfect. Isn't it?
Then there's Y/N, who is also an actress. Who is still trying to figure out what it mean...
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Y/N POV
"It was great, you were great," I assure Lizzie as I take a bite of my pasta, she looked hesitant, she seemed to have it in her mind that I didn't like the movie.
"You're not just lying to me to make me feel better?" She asked skeptically while pushing around the food on her plate.
"No, I'm not lying I like it I promise." She sighed and sat back, watching me as I ate, but I don't think she was even focused on me but lost in her mind. I reached forward and tapped my hand on the table in front of her and she focused again. "What's wrong?"
She bit her lip I saw her fingers tapping on the table, I took my eyes off of her for a second and saw the waitress, making her way over to our table, "I slept with someone when you were in San Diego."
The waitress caught eyes with me, her eyes widening and she looked awkwardly between the two of us, "Uhm I'll just come back." She quickly walked away, and I chuckled.
Then looked back at Lizzie who looked on the verge of tears, and I was confused, why was she gonna cry? What am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to act jealous or upset? The fuck?
"Okay?" I said but it was more of a question, and she frowned, "I'm sorry what am I supposed to do?"
"I expected you to be upset yelling at me or something." She said her arms moving around and I stared with doe eyes.
"I don't wanna yell at you." I whispered and she sighed, "It doesn't make me happy to argue with you." I told her honestly, it was draining, "If it makes you feel any better I slept with someone when in San Diego too." I saw the waitress again and her mouth opened and fell as she swiftly turned around, and I held in a laugh. Lizzie frowned at me, "shit, sorry, how is that supposed to make you feel better? I mean I can't be mad if I also slept with someone."
She put her lips together and said I yawned covering my mouth, is this why she was so upset? I'm not mad at her I have no right to be mad we're not together.
"Oh." She whispered and I couldn't tell if she was mad or not but I hoped she wasn't, we were doing so well the past week no fighting or yelling granted we've only talked over the phone but I guess it wasn't the same as having a conversation face to face.
"Are you mad? I can't tell if you're mad or not."
She shook her head, "it would be hypocritical of me to be mad at you when I did the same thing." I picked at my fingernails, my knee bouncing under the table. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked now leaning forward a bit and I leant back.
"Of course what's up?"
"You haven't brought up anything about the past five-plus months, none of the fights, nothing it's like you forgot about it." She said and I pressed my lips together.
"More like trying to," I mumbled and it was true I was trying to forget all the petty fights and all the shit we did to try and make each other jealous.
