Media Secret: Hidden Johansson

Bestie days off

I woke up early the next morning, drenched in sweat. I sat up, my chest heaving, trying to catch my breath as I wiped the damp hair from my forehead. The remnants of the dream still clung to me—images of the desert, of the triplets, of their bodies. It had been so vivid, so real, that it took me a few moments to realize I was safe in my bed, back in L.A., far away from the dust and blood.

I tried to shake it off, heading downstairs for some water. The kitchen was dim, sunlight barely beginning to filter through the curtains. I stood by the window, staring out at the empty street, the stillness somehow unsettling. It was as if the world outside was moving on, but I was stuck in place.

The weekend stretched out in front of me, and I had no idea how I was going to get through it.

I needed a distraction, something to keep me from falling too deep into my own head. Without thinking too much about it, I grabbed my phone and sent a quick message to Brie.

-You free today?-

It was early, so I didn't expect an immediate response. I set my phone down and went to make coffee, trying to focus on the mundane. The normalcy of routine.

To my surprise, my phone buzzed almost immediately.

-Say No more.-

I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and typed back a quick, "Sounds good."

An hour later, I was dressed in jeans and a worn leather jacket, waiting by the front door when I heard Brie's car pull up. She leaned out the driver's side window, grinning like she always did, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Get in loser we have a day off!"

We didn't have a solid plan, and that was fine with me. Brie wasn't the kind of person who needed one—she liked to just go with the flow, and I was grateful for that. The less thinking, the better.

We drove through the city for a while, talking about nothing in particular. She filled the silence with stories from set, the kinds of behind-the-scenes moments that usually had me laughing, and today was no different. The tension I'd been carrying in my shoulders started to ease, little by little.

After about an hour of driving aimlessly, Brie glanced at me. "Want to grab some food? There's this new café I've been dying to try."

"Sure," I agreed, more for the company than the food.

"You seem distracted," Brie said after a few minutes of silence, her voice soft. "More than usual."

I sighed, She wasn't pushing, but I could tell she was waiting for me to open up. And honestly, she was probably the only person I could talk to right now. The only one who would get it without offering too much sympathy.

"It's Florence," I finally said, staring down at my lap. "She's seeing someone. Told me a couple weeks ago."

As Brie drove us through the streets of L.A., the tension in the car thickened. I hadn't fully realized how much was still weighing on me until I finally said it out loud: Florence's new relationship. And now, it was hanging in the air between us, the unspoken hurt, the anger I hadn't fully tapped into.

Brie was quiet at first, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel. Her jaw clenched slightly, something she did when she was pissed off but holding back. I didn't know how to gauge her reaction, so I just stared out the window, watching the city blur by as we wove through traffic.

"She's dating someone?" Brie finally asked, her voice low but sharp. She wasn't asking out of curiosity—there was something else there, an edge I wasn't expecting.