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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Lizzie's POV
The crunch of gravel under the tires was oddly soothing, though my stomach twisted tighter with every turn closer to home. I glanced at Y/N, her profile softened by the faint glow of the dashboard. She looked effortlessly calm, her hands steady on the wheel, her scarf tucked neatly around her neck. She had this quiet confidence about her, a steadiness I envied. How did she always manage to seem so composed, while I felt like my heart was doing cartwheels in my chest?
"I hope you're ready for chaos," I said, my voice lighter than I felt. Anything to hide the nerves bubbling beneath the surface. Christmases at home were always loud, overwhelming—but with her here, I wanted everything to be perfect.
She laughed, and the sound melted some of the frost in the air, warming me in a way no fire could. "You've been hyping this up for weeks. Chaos sounds like exactly what I need. I'm excited."
Her words were simple, but the way she said them—so genuine—made my chest ache. She didn't realize the power she held over me.
I smiled, letting my hand brush hers on the wheel for just a second. It was small, barely a touch, but the spark it sent up my arm lingered. "I'm really glad you're here. No one should spend Christmas alone."
She turned to me, her smile soft and genuine. It was the kind of smile that made you want to freeze time, to capture the moment and keep it safe. "Thanks for inviting me. Seriously, Lizzie. I'm honored you'd bring your co-worker to meet your family."
I let out a small laugh. "We're friends, Y/N. We just happened to meet on set."
Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, barely noticeable, but I caught it. "Well, I'm glad we're friends."
Friends. The word lingered in the air between us like an unwelcome guest. I swallowed hard, forcing a laugh to mask the sting. What else could I say? We were friends. But I didn't want to be just her friend. I wanted to be the person she turned to for everything, the one she called home.
She didn't know, though. How could she, when I kept sending the most mixed signals on the planet? I mentally slapped myself for the hundredth time. I was terrible at this—terrible at showing her what she meant to me and how I wanted more.
But this week... This week could be different. Her being here, with me, away from the chaos of the world, was my chance. My perfect chance. I just had to figure out how to take it. I wanted her to feel at home here. I wanted her to feel like she belonged—with me.
When we parked, I led Y/N up the stone steps, the house glowing warmly against the snowy backdrop. The lights spilling from the windows seemed to promise comfort, but all I could focus on was the way Y/N adjusted her scarf, her fingers tugging at the fabric in a way that was so ordinary—and yet I found myself utterly captivated. She could do the smallest thing and hold my attention completely. She was breathtaking, and she didn't even realize it.
