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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Elizabeth POV
"What the hell did you give her?" I asked Calvin as I watched my girlfriend dance around his living room while singing Separated by Avant, singing drunkenly and swaying around. My fav song atm)
"I didn't give her anything. She showed up like this."
"I don't wanna be with you, put that on everything I own. Hmm, hmm, hmm." I tilted my head as I watched her.
"She just showed up? No call or nothing?" I asked looking back at him and he took his eyes off of Y/N.
"She texted me but that was a few hours before she came over." I sighed and nodded, looking back at Y/N.
"Cause I believe that you're my downfall mm, mm, you did me wrong, you did me wrong, I thought you were true."
"I thought she didn't drink," I asked, though it was more of a statement.
He breathed in, before answering. "She drinks sometimes. It's not a regular occurrence or anything." I nodded looking at Y/N. "I don't know what she had or why she chose to drink."
"I wanted you to be there right here with me, oh. And when we were together we never turned our backs on each other but now that we're separated we can't stand one another."
She plopped down on his couch, with a loud groan and I shook my head, I stood up and walked over to the couch, and her glassy eyes met mine and a wide smile appeared on her face.
She stumbled to stand from the couch, "my baby!" She yelled with excitement, getting to me and wrapping her arms around me. "I haven't seen you in forever." She dragged out the last word, before dramatically falling back into the couch and I chuckled.
I know that hurt her back.
"You saw me yesterday and we talked this morning." She looked up at me confused.
"Reallyy? Wow." I shook my head at how in shock she seemed. She reached to put her finger on my lips, missing miserably and shushing me though I wasn't talking, "Shhhhh."
"You ran out of my life, and now I'm so through with you I remember when you used to sit there I would hold you in my arms and you would say to me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,"
She flipped herself, so she was completely over the couch, but landed on the floor on her back, I leaned over the back of the couch and she was staring at the ceiling.
"Ouch." I chuckled at how dry it sounded and she groaned, sitting up, a huff leaving her mouth, "stupid couch."
"Are you okay?" I asked though I find this more amusing than worrying. She must've gotten that from my tone and side-eyed me and I chuckled, but she didn't look amused. She grumbled and slowly stood up, using the couch to balance herself, "are you ready to go home?" I asked her and she pursed her lips together.
