Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
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It's been two weeks since that night Olivia and I went out, and things have been... odd, to say the least.
The film had wrapped, and I was currently in a meeting about a possible next role. My agent was on the phone, telling me that HBO was working on a spin-off from "Game of Thrones" and they wanted me to audition for one of the main roles. Even more intriguing, they were interested in casting Olivia and me together because of the current headlines buzzing about us.
The night Olivia and I went out for drinks, the paparazzi ate it up. They made so many stories about us, and it just went wild. Although I didn't mind the attention because Olivia and I are great friends, Lizzie was furious and hasn't talked to me since. To make things worse, she has not ended things with her fiancé. I can't help but feel hurt about the situation. I really thought our conversation that night would change things. I thought she loved me.
I constantly reminisce about the countless times Elizabeth and I flirted behind the scenes. It started with playful banter, lingering glances, and the way she'd brush her hand against mine when no one was looking. Those moments fueled the spark between us, making it harder to resist the pull.
We spent more and more time together, finding excuses to give to her boyfriend so that we could meet up after shooting or grabbing coffee during breaks. It was intoxicating, the way she looked at me with those intense green eyes, making me forget everything else. I remember the first time I persuaded her to come over to my place. We spent the evening talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company. The chemistry was undeniable.
We were alone, sitting on my couch, and the tension between us was unavoidable. I could see the conflict in her eyes, but I didn't care. I leaned in, closing the gap between us, and kissed her. It was electric, and I didn't feel an ounce of guilt. At that moment, it didn't matter that she was in a relationship. All that mattered was us, and the way she made me feel.
Elizabeth didn't pull away and instead, she kissed me back with equal passion. It felt right, like it was meant to happen. The world outside ceased to exist, and all I could focus on was her, and the way she melted into my embrace. We both knew it was wrong, but it felt so undeniably right.
Thinking back, I don't regret it. Maybe I should, but I don't. Those stolen moments with Elizabeth were some of the happiest I've had, and I can't help but want more.
"Y/N, are you still with me?" my agent's voice brought me back to reality.
"Yeah, I'm here. So, HBO wants both Olivia and me?" I asked, trying to focus on the conversation.
"Yes, they think the chemistry you two displayed in the film and the subsequent media buzz could translate well to the new show. It's a major opportunity."
I leaned back in my chair, processing the information. Olivia and I had made headlines, and the stories ranged from being a hot new couple to being wild party friends.
