How to Date a Celebrity

Chapter 13

Y/N's POV

I get to Santa Monica Pier around 1 and was mostly walking around until Scarlett could get here. Knowing her, she would be here early.

"Y/N!!" a voice calls.

I turn and see Scarlett making her way towards me.

'Knew it.' I think.

I meet her halfway and see that she was going to hug me, but she stopped herself. I roll my eyes at that and pull her into a hug. She relaxes and hugs back.

"I'm sorry about everything that happened," Scarlett tells.

"I'm still angry at you for that, but I'm willing to listen if you're ready to tell," I tell.

"I'll tell you everything," she tells.

We started walking through the pier talking, laughing, and playing some of the games there as we talked.

"So your manager wanted you to do all of this just to boost your already high standing?" I ask.

"That and he wanted Hailee and me to get back together because we were pretty much a power couple," Scarlett tells.

"Hmph. She wishes." I say.

Scarlett chuckles at that and we stop to get something to eat. As we sit on the bench, we started people watching and making up scenarios of their everyday lives. It was starting to get dark after a while of messing around on the boardwalk and poking fun at the paparazzo that was following us. We made a bunch of his photos blurry and unrecognizable for anyone to look at. We ended up going atop the Ferris Wheel as the sun sets in the distance.

"Scarlett," I say.

"Yes, Y/N?" she asks.

"Do you remember our wedding day? You had to wear a dress since your tux wasn't ready." I tell.

"T-they said it would take days since they made a stain on it. How did you?" Scarlett starts.

"You were angry at the reception too. My ex showed up and tried to take me away from you, but the guards escorted her out. Well before you punched her in the face." I tell.

"The bitch had it coming," Scarlett grumbles.

"Mi estrella brillante, do you know who I am?" I ask.

"Yes. Your mi pierdra preciosa." she tells.

She pulls me into a hug and we cry to each other, glad to know that we were together again.

"I can't believe I couldn't remember you." I cry.

"I'm just glad that your here. So glad." Scarlett cries.

We stay in each other's arms for the rest of the ride, until we had to get off. We wipe our eyes off, thankful for waterproof makeup, and move to her car. Scarlett drives to her house and we don't come out till early that next morning.

The Next Morning

We lay around most of the morning, sharing kisses and caresses here and there, just basking in each other's presence.

"Where is my little Rose?" I ask.

"Jeremy has her. When I texted him that you had your memories back, he told me he would take Rose to his and leave us to catch up." Scarlett tells, kissing my forehead.

"I'm glad," I say.

We lay down for a little while longer until I hear my phone ring. I sigh as I get up to grab my phone when Scarlett lets out a groan herself as her phone rings.