In which Colette Livingston and Chris Evans have the worst timing in the world.
[ chris evans social media fic ]
[ book 1 in marvelous series ]
[ cover by amanda ]
@colettelivingston: In the great words of Leslie Knope, Happy Galentine's Day! Here's some cupcakes I definitely didn't make. @wrenbarton I'm coming at you with these!
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@user1: HAPPY GALENTINE'S DAY TO WREN AND COLE
@user2: cole watches park and rec so she's officially my favorite person ever
@user3: i love that cole watches parks and rec even though sarah is on parks and rec ↳@user4: just because she's dating chris doesn't mean she can't watch a show his ex is in??
@user5: wait wait are you not celebrating valentine's day why is it just galentine's day
@user6: PLEASE TELL ME YOU AND CHRIS DIDN'T BREAK UP
@user7: will you ship me some of those cupcakes
@wrenbarton: if you aren't over here in five minutes with those cupcakes I'm calling the police ↳@colettelivingston: jesus okay
@user8: OKAY I KNOW THEY BOTH DATED CHRIS BUT CAN SARAH AND COLE BE FRIENDS
@user9: gimmie the cupcakes
@RobertDowneyJr: I hope you're saving one of those for me! ↳@colettelivingston: Of course I am, you're my favorite galentine!
@user10: the friendship she has with rdj is precious protect them both
@ChrisEvans: aren't you going to give your boyfriend a cupcake? ↳@colettelivingston: why do you need my love and affection AND a cupcake. don't be selfish
@user11: oh thank god they didn't break up
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"Question," Wren said, rolling off her mattress and standing up. Cole tried not to wince at the joints that popped when Wren moved. "I need help picking out a cute outfit."
"Ooh, what's the occasion?" Cole asked, sitting up in the chair she was sitting on. She watched Wren walk over to her closet and slide the door open, running her fingers over the shirts and dresses that were hung up. "And is it more formal or casual?"
"A date," Wren replied, then rolled her eyes when she saw the look on Cole's face. "And before you start planning the wedding, it's just a friendly date and I don't like Sebastian in that way." She turned back to the closet and sighed. "I don't know if it's formal or casual. The man didn't give me anything to work with."
"Sebastian asked you on a date?" Cole asked. She tried to ignore the little ping of hurt inside her heart. Usually she was the first to hear about any guys Wren had her eye on, but lately it seemed there was a pile of secrets that kept piling up as the weeks went on. "I didn't know that."
"It's not really a date. I guess it's like a... Anti-Valentine's? We're both not dating anyone right now and he suggested we go get a nice dinner so we can enjoy the day." Wren pulled out a pretty orange dress that would have looked great on anyone else, but the color didn't suit her hair. "Too orange, right?" she asked before Cole could comment, stuffing the dress back in her closet.
"Sounds like a date to me," Cole mentioned, her voice quiet so Wren would know she wasn't judging. Just wondering.
Wren shrugged. Cole could tell that was the end of the subject. It was quiet between the two as Wren shuffled through her closet. It wasn't a normal silence, though. There was an underlying tenseness that Cole didn't like at all. "Wear the plum colored dress you have," Cole said suddenly, spotting it among Wren's other dresses. "It makes your hair pop and isn't so formal that you feel stuffy but isn't so casual that it'll be inappropriate for wherever he's taking you."
"You're the best," Wren said, selecting the plum dress from the hanger and making her way toward the bathroom. When the door shut behind her, Cole stared at Wren's room. Wren had lived in the same house since Cole had met her. Even after Wren's career had taken off, she had wanted to keep the house that had all the fond memories. It was what Cole liked about Wren so much. There wasn't a big need for material things.
But there was still that emotional wall that apparently after almost two decades of friendship, hadn't even come close to crashing down.
Wren stepped out of the bathroom in the plum dress, walking back to the full-length mirror that was on the outside of the closet door. "You're a genius, Cole. It looks great."
"It does," Cole agreed. "Hey, Wren?"
"Hm?"
"Did I... did I do something wrong?"
Wren turned to look at Cole, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"I feel like there's this weird divide between us. I've been noticing it more and more lately but never said anything. I didn't... I didn't make you mad or anything, right? Because if I did, I'm sorry. Your friendship is really important to me and I don't want to lose it."
Wren's shoulders deflated like they were filled with helium and someone had popped them. "No, no, Cole it isn't anything you've done. I'm just going through something right now that I've got to deal with on my own and I've been pushing you away, I guess. I promise I'm not mad at you." Wren sighed. "I'll try and be a better friend."
"You're a great friend, Wren. I was just wondering." Cole looked down at her phone when it buzzed with a text. It was Chris, asking what time she was going to be home so they could celebrate Valentine's Day. He'd been planning a home-cooked meal that Cole knew he would probably burn. She was the cook in the relationship, he was more of a baker. "I've got to head out. Have fun tonight, yeah?"
"I will. Maybe we can do a girl's night next week," Wren suggested, giving Cole an apologetic smile.
"Sure thing. I'll see you later."
Wren watched Cole leave the room, shutting the door to Wren's bedroom behind her. When Wren was certain Colette had left, she let out a sad sigh. "It's not your fault I'm in love with your boyfriend. Sorry for being a shitty friend," she mumbled to herself, staring in the mirror and wishing that just for one night, she could be in love with someone else. Someone like Sebastian, who actually paid attention to her and did things like spontaneous Anti-Valentine's dinners. She smoothed her hands over the plum dress, moment of wallowing over. She'd get those killer black heels she knew she had in the back of her closet, and she'd go out with a nice guy whom she considered a good friend. And if she left the dinner feeling miserable because the guy she loved was celebrating Valentine's Day with someone else, well that was her own problem.
