just a number || s.s [editing]

[four] real life/messaging

The 5'5 brunette sat on her couch as she stared at the article on her laptop. She sighed to herself as she scrolled, reading the same words over and over. She looked back and forth from the laptop to her phone where a text came in. She looked down at her phone, unlocking it with her fingerprint. She smiled to herself at the picture of her and her dad, smiling widely at the camera. She clicked her messages app, opening it, and scanning the text.

sebby
hey, doll. i know i already told you that everything is gonna be okay, which it is. you're so so so strong, doll. you're amazing, smart, caring, and extremely gorgeous. don't listen to those stupid reporters who have nothing to do with their life. i promise that everything will be okay. you have your dad, lizzy, scarlett, both chris', both tom's, and me. especially me. i'll see you in a few hours, alright? take care of yourself or let someone be there for you until i'm there. i'll be there as quick as i can, darlin. stay strong for me, gorgeous. -sebby

Layla blushed to herself, smiling and rereading the sweet words the Romanian-American actor had wrote for her. She quickly took a screenshot, sending it to the girls group chat that they had. 

mrs. stan 
guys... i.. i'm sitting alone at home,
on my couch, speechless..
what did i do to deserve such amazing friends?

ms. olsen
that boy... my god

mamma downey
keep him, sweetheart, he clearly makes you happy

ms. johannsen
make him your boyfriend then keep him

mrs. reynolds
i swear, ryan is never that sweet. but, yes,
i agree. keep that man. don't let him go

mrs. stan
okay 1) he doesn't like me like i like him
2) i will keep him... as a friend

ms. olsen
"doesn't like me" my ass.
he clearly adores you. he talks about you
all the time and you two haven't even met yet.

ms. johannsen
what liz said, sweet girl. he genuinely likes you.

ms. olsen
if that boy doesn't like you, then why the actual hell is he flying
from literally halfway across the world to see you?
he's doing this just for you, Lay. Don't tell us he doesn't like you.
it's so obvious...

Layla laid on her couch, her phone and laptop next to her as she cuddled under a soft, baby blue blanket when there was a knock on her door. She crossed her fingers, hoping it was Sebastian as she threw the blanket off of her, it quickly falling to the ground. She quickly got up and ran to the door, unlocking and opening it as soon as she could. She pouted, groaning loudly as she laid eyes on Elizabeth, Scarlett, Chris, and Anthony. 

"Hey! What was that for?" 

Anthony looked at her with a raised eyebrow as the tall, skinny girl let them in. "I thought you were Sebastian.." She mumbled under her breath as the girls giggled. "Aweee!" They smiled as Layla slowly walked back to the couch, laying lazily on it. "Wow, I am offended. Are we not good enough?" Chris chuckled as Anthony spoke. "Not as good as Sebastian Stan, aka James Buchanan Barnes." Layla pointed out, smirking at them.

 "Well, thanks, doll." 

Sebastian smirked to himself, laughing in his head about how she didn't notice the tall man sneak into the house. The dark-haired girl widened her eyes as she sprung up. "Sebby!" She squealed excitedly as she ran to him.  Sebastian wrapped his arms around Layla's small waist as Layla buried her face into his neck. "You're just like I imagined." She giggled to herself, hearing clicks. She looked up and spotted Scarlett taking pictures. "Save these for later." Scarlett winked. Sebastian chuckled, keeping his arms around the girl once they sat on her couch. She leaned her back against his chest as she grabbed his hand. "I still can't believe your here." She smiled up at him, Sebastian's hand coming down and tucking a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. 

"I had to make sure my best girl was okay."