Elizabeth Olsen, still an actress, still incredibly talented, now figuring out what she wants, and her girlfriend is far from perfect but they're working on it. Together.
Y/N, also still an actress, she knows how to love now- she's still learning bu...
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Y/N POV
"I'm so bored," I complained to Lizzie as we sat in the airport waiting for our flight, we spent the night looking for flights and places to go before we settled on spending the weekend in Italy, Venice specifically, we had found a little villa that gave us a perfect view of a beautiful beach, though with how the weather would be in Venice I doubt we would be going swimming.
I was tired and hungry, our flight was at 8:30 and it was still 7 something Lizzie wanted to get here early, why? I don't know but I wasn't going to argue with her. We've been sitting here for about twenty minutes or so and she was on her phone looking over some work emails and I was watching her but then got bored.
She chuckled and looked up from her phone and put it down. "What's the first thing we're gonna do in Venice?" She asked as she gave me her hand and I played with the rings she had on her fingers.
"Sleep, 'cause when we get there it'll be really late right?" I asked and glanced up at her but she only shrugged.
"I think so, but I don't know." I nodded. "The time zones are different so it was a bit confusing." I looked up the time zones and I was confused so I'll figure it out later, shit was tryna make me do math 😒)
"How long is the flight?" I asked her and when she didn't say anything I looked at her, and she bit her lip. "Liz? How long is the flight?" I asked again and she let out a cough.
"Sixteen hours." My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, sixteen who?
"I'm sorry what?" I asked moving my ear closer to her but I know what she said, I just want that shit to be wrong.
"The flight is sixteen and a half hours."
My tongue prodded my cheek as I looked at her, my jaw flexing as I shook my head. "What the fuck. Sixteen and a half hours? I can't even sit still for five minutes how do you expect me to stay still on a sixteen-hour flight?" Me asf)
"You'll be able to move around once we're safely in the air." She tried to console but I side eyed her.
"Sixteen hours in a metal tube. What a wonderful way to spend my day." I said sarcastically and she sighed, but then my brows furrowed and I turned to her. "Is this why you wouldn't tell me how long the flight was earlier?" I asked her and a guilty smile spread across her lips.
I slumped in the seat like a scolded child a pout on my lips, this is gonna be hell, sixteen hours of absolute hell.
She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it, and I grunted in annoyance, and she looked down at me as I looked up at her.
