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Part 27 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Y/N & Liz POV

It's her! She's here in front of me!! Don't fuck this up.

Y/N POV

I could feel the sickness leave my body as my eyes focused on the person in front of me.

"Y/N?!"

The woman with the brunette hair and blue Dodgers cap asks me. I let the grip I have on the guitar case slip as the woman keeps a tight hold of the handle. We both don't move, and suddenly the airport seems to become smaller and quieter until it feels like it's just the two of us. The woman softly lets go of the case, resting it on the floor. Through her sunglasses, I know she has her eyes on me.

"Elizabeth?" I say just above a whisper, afraid that if I'm any louder, I'll wake up. This won't be real. She can't be here. And she'll be gone.. again...

"Y/N?"

She moves closer to me as I take a step back. Stopping her. My own action surprises me, but I advert my eyes and bite my bottom lip as it quivers. All the emotions I've been feeling and wanting to yell for the past three weeks are beginning to bubble up, and I can't stop it. But yet here I am—mouth open. Nothing is coming out. I want to collapse in her arms. I want to kiss her. I want nothing more than to yell at her for how she made me feel, but I can't even look at her.

The woman across from me takes another step closer. Gently approaching. "Y/N? Look at me." I can't. I don't want to. She can't be here. Can she?

In a moment, I feel two soft hands cup my cheeks. Two thumbs begin wiping at tears I didn't feel slipping. Her touch sends a wave of electricity down my body. It's something I haven't felt in weeks.

It's my Liz.

"Look at me, Y/N."

I feel a pull on my face as I turn my head downwards, making me look into her eyes. I see them. Her sunglasses long removed, letting her beautiful luscious green eyes capture me once again.

"Y/N?"

I scan over the rest of her face as the breathing in my throat begins to get cut off. My chest rises and falls as I feel each careful stroke of her thumb on my skin. Her lips form a kind smile to me as she bites her bottom lip before she opens her mouth to speak. My eyes slowly move over Liz's lips as her muffled voice speaks to me.

"Y/N, please breathe with me. Come on."

I'm done scanning as I get back into the reality of what's happening.

"Okay. You're doing well. In... Out... In... Out."

A couple more tires of that and some dirty looks from a few Californians; I'm back to breathing normally. "Elizabeth?" I say louder than last time, knowing that she's here. I look down at her, and she nods her head.

"It's me."

Liz POV

It's her.

She sees me, and she has a panic attack without realizing it. What the fuck did I do to her?

I can feel my hands begin to shake as the guilt and emotions inside of me want an escape. I don't know what to do besides watch Y/N as she scans over my face. Even through her glossy eyes, I can see that she hasn't forgiven me. And that's what hurts. How long will it have to be? And what comes after this moment-

"Elizabeth?" Y/N asks me as if I'm not really here. As if I'll be gone. I nod my head and bring myself closer to her.

"It's me." I swallow the lump in my throat. "I'm here." I continue wiping the tears that fall from her shocked face. "I'm here, Y/N.." I bite my lip. I'm carefully thinking of my following words. If this is my one chance, I must lay it all out there. I close my eyes while taking a deep breath in. I only open them when I feel Y/N's palms land on my hands, still cupping her face.

I look into the intense stare I'm receiving. It's not intimidating or full of hatred; instead, it's filled with hope and sorrow. The tiny glint in her eyes tells me to continue. I hope I'm not wrong.

"Y/N, my intention was to never push you like this. I-"

"Liz, please-"

She called me Liz again. Not Elizabeth but Liz.

"No, Y/N, just let me talk." I feel her soft palms on the back of my hands begin to slip. But I cup her face more and make her look at me. "Liz, I-"

"Y/N. Please." It feels like hours go by before Y/N nods her head.

"I've waited a-and thought over the words I want to say. I will continue to wait if you truly want to leave me right now, but I couldn't see you without trying to-" My phone comes to life in my pocket and starts ringing, cutting off the long-awaited apology. I look into Y/N's eyes as they are still trained on me. Unfazed by the ringing from my phone. I can't move my hands away, so I let it ring as Y/N draws circles on my hands with her thumbs.

This action is louder than anything I've said so far.

There is hope.

"I thought that- I thought that I would be protecting you- I-" I take a quick breath. "Hurting y-you is one of my deepest regrets Y/N I wan-" My phone goes off again. I groan in frustration due to this and because of what Y/N does next.

My stupid ass phone falls into the background.

She grabs my hands and slowly lifts them off her face. Her eyes have dried while mine are still filled. She surprisingly kisses my left palm before dropping my hands. The warm touch on my skin turned cold in an instant. I look over her face with worry as she swallows whatever she was planning on saying. I see her struggling. She takes a step back and wipes her eyes. "Umm.. listen, Liz, I- I don't know what you think you're doing, but this isn't go-going to change what happened."

"No. Y/N. I'm not trying to change what happened. I- I never meant it."

Y/N POV

"Why did you mean? Aside from 'protecting me,' what did you mean?"

I look into her eyes as she puts her hands together. She begins fiddling with her fingers. I take the time to have a quick look around as she gathers her thoughts. I'm surprised that no one has spotted Elizabeth. Or at least I don't think so.

"I wanted you to be safe.." I could just about scoff at those words

"Why didn't you talk to me?" I breathe in and out. "I know you thought you would be protecting me, but how would you know that without speaking to me?" I shake my head. I want nothing more than to jump into Liz's arms and reunite with her but right now, my mind is in the back seat of the SUV, about to get broken up with. The image won't go away.

"Everyone got exposed to another side of you while people got exposed to me. All of me! Suddenly I'm no longer the mysterious girl that's been hanging out with the Olsens." I thought I was done crying, but I can feel myself getting choked up as I'm reliving that day. "Now I'm the gold digger—the Wannabe C lister. I'm Elizabeth Olsen's phase. I'm the girlfriend. They all know my name. They post it everywhere, but no one uses it correctly. And on top of that, my privacy. My job. My calls with you are being sent back as if I weren't there. People have photos of me! My life got completely ripped out of my lap and strung out for everyone to see. Including you. Yo-You saw and heard the news before I did and- and.." I wipe my face before I storm up to the crying Olsen. I swipe the tears slipping from the green orbs before fixing her hat on her head and throwing her sunglasses back onto her. She lets this happens as I continue talking with Elizabeth's hands in my own. I rub my hands over her knuckles as she watches my fingers intently. "And instead of being there for me, you decided to cut me loose, and I-I- I know. I know. I know. This act was a protection plan. It was what you thought was best for my Liz. But it killed me. You destroyed me."

I pull the crying woman in the LA Dodgers cap into my body as her cries become louder. I don't care what the people walking past us are thinking. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Y/N. Please don't. I'm sorry." These muffled phrases go on and on as the crying becomes quieter. My shirt is dripping wet on my chest, but I don't care.

My arms are starting to become heavy as we hold each other for longer and longer. But I refuse to let go, knowing Liz won't let go. She has me again in her arms; I'm not leaving as far as I'm concerned. Even though her phone has gone off, again and again, she keeps a tight grip on me. It's only when I see the amount of paparazzi outside the airport doors I see why her phone has been blowing up. If I had to guess, it's Rhonda or Marla or both asking Liz where she is and why isn't she home. I'm not even sure how much time has passed by.

Liz POV

What do I do or say now?

Y/N just spoke to me, like she actually spoke to me and told me how I ripped her heart out and the things I should have done differently. B-But she's still here. She didn't leave the second she saw me. She didn't yank herself away from me and walk out those LAX doors.

I'm the first one to move from the hug. I don't want to, but between my phone blowing up and my thoughts running wild, I need to do something.

When we finally become untwined, I instantly feel shut off and cold. I clear my throat feeling it sore from my crying, before speaking. "Y/N?" My heart has never hurt this much. Not with Robbie. Not with Boyd. Not with anyone else. With Y/N, everything is different.

"Yes?"

"I never wanted you to leave."

"I know Eli-Liz. I know."

I lift my right hand to her cheek as comfort, and so she can look at me as I ask. "Can you stay?"

Y/N calmly grabs my hand and holds it down. Y/N's eyes look away from my own. I follow where she looks, but she is consistently moving them around.

Y/N POV

As much as I would love to be back to what we were all those weeks ago. I can't. It's gone. I still need time. But one thing is for sure.

I want to be with her again. Not right now, but I will.

"Liz."

"Y/N?" Liz takes a step closer to me, and that's when I do something I greatly missed.

I push my body into her. I place my hands on her cheeks and pull her head up into me. Our lips gently colliding with one another. Those soft lips of hers make me explode on the inside. This intimate touch between us is everything. I feel Liz's lips part asking for more, but I don't give in. As much as I want to moan into Liz, I can't. Because once we come up for air, I'm leaving.

Liz POV

I knew I missed Y/N's lips, but I didn't think I'd crave and melt like this once I felt them again. But here I am, begging for this to become something more. I want her lips to stay on mine. I want to take her home. I want to show her off to the world. She is mine. This kiss proves to me that we can work. Right? This intimate touch between us is everything.

However, within a matter of seconds, I'm second-guessing everything as Y/N's lips leave my own I'm worried that I'm going to open my eyes to see her back walking away.

But to my surprise, when I open them, she's looking down at me with a smile. I feel myself smile back. Her smile flattens as she opens her mouth.

"I-I'm going to be honest with you, Liz." I nod, giving Y/N all the time in the world. "I want nothing more than for the two of us to go back to what we were."

I let out a quiet sigh and squeeze Y/N's hand even harder.

"But we can't." I bite my lip and nod once more. I want a chance to speak, but I want all of the thoughts from the woman across from me to come out first. "The night we..." Y/N takes a deep breath. "The night you ended it. I stared into the midnight sky, wondering if you were doing the same. Memories of you and I rushed into my brain, and it made everything I did after that so much harder, but it needed to be done so that moments like the one we're having right now can mean more. You mean so much to me. Elizabeth Chase Olsen. Because even though I lost you, I should've known that I didn't." Y/N takes a pause giving my hand a squeeze. "I feel you no matter what." Y/N drops my hand and pulls my face up into hers again.

This time the kiss between us is filled with so much more emotion than the last. If I thought fireworks went off the last time, this go around puts it to shame. This kiss is filled with all the love that I thought was gone between us. When her lips move away from mine, I quickly wrap myself around Y/N, burying my head into her shoulder.

"I feel you, Liz."

"I feel you, Y/N."

Y/N pulls herself away again.

"I need more time. I have a few things to take care of first, but trust me when I say you'll know when I'm ready. Okay?"

I stand still, processing what's she asking me.

"Do you think you could wait?"

Without another thought, I reply to My Coffee Girl.

"Of course, Y/N, I'll wait for you."

"Thank you, Liz." Is she joking? "No, Y/N." I pull her closer to me. "Thank you! I don't deserve the second chance you'll give me but thank you so much." We stare into the eyes of each other, and I see the honesty in hers that she sees in mine. Slowly my eyes start drifting down her face. Her nose. Her cheeks. Her lips. Once I see a smile plastered on Y/N's face, I lift my eyes back up.

"Can I?"

Y/N nods her head. I carefully lean up and lay a soft kiss on her lips. It doesn't last long, just the right about of time. I lean my head into her as I put air back into my lungs.

"I love you."

"I know."

I almost chuckle at her response, but for the moment, it's the right thing to say. "Will you be safe?" I ask because I'm scared to have her leave me.

"Yes."

I look at her, and I see that she's not lying. "Y/N?" "Liz?" She keeps her gaze on me.

Y/N POV

I know what Liz is going to ask. I also know that she is looking for anything false in my eyes, but she won't find anything. It's not that I'm a good liar; it's different.

"Why are you in California?"

"I'm here to see some friends," I reply in the same manner the question was asked. Liz's smile drifts a bit as my words reach her. "You have friends here?" I nod. "Maxs brother James lives here. I'm going to see him and Max's family for a little bit."

"Oh." She says like it's a realization that, yes, I have friends, and yes, I'm not here for her. "How long?"

"How long will I be here?" I ask for clarification.

She nods into my chest. "I'm not sure." Honestly, I don't know.

Liz exits our small embrace and runs her hands down my arms until they land on my forearms. "Y/N. Please don't leave without letting me know." I go to open my mouth but get stopped. "I know this is a selfish ask, and I'm going to give you time until you're ready, but I don't think I could handle you leaving without knowing." I nod along to her words.

"I understand, Liz. I'll keep you updated." She looks up at me with a wide grin. Almost surprised. "Really?" I smile back. "Yes. And who knows..." I grab Liz's hands and put them in my own. "Maybe before I'm fully ready, I could see you?" I ask with uncertainty in my voice.

"Only if you would want that." The girl in the blue hat shyly says. I think about it a little more. "I would want that." Liz smiles and almost hops around before quickly realizing where we are. "It's a date." Suddenly that word causes the both of us to stop. "Uhh- I mean- not a date- like"

In order to stop the malfunctioning Olsen, I place a quick kiss on her forehead and pull her into a quick hug. "Like a date," I whisper into the top of her head.

At this moment, everything feels more than okay, and I don't think Liz meant for me to hear it, but a quiet "thank you" was spoken into my shoulder.

Max was right Elizabeth could get anyone to like her. Including her own ex. But I don't just like her.

I never stopped loving her.

Liz POV

Our hug didn't last much longer, and between my phone going off many times more and people starting to recognize me, it was time to go.

Y/N and I walked together to the doors until she had to stop and let me go on my own. Her being in the press with me would only add fire to a story that took weeks to be put out.

She made sure that I had security waiting for me and that my ride was out front. Once Y/N confirmed that, she gave me one more final kiss away from the windows and told me we'd be in contact soon.

Soon can't come quick enough, and I still can't believe that she is back in my life.

With my head held high and Y/N's guitar back in my hands, I walk out of the airport with security around me.

And before you ask. I tried making Y/N take her guitar back with her, but she told me that I should keep it and do what I was going to do with it before. She didn't even blink when I mentioned that I was going to go to Robbie with it.

"Elizabeth! What are you doing back in LA?!"

"Do you expect an Emmy nomination later this month?!"

"Are the rumors true?! Are you and Robbie Arnett back together?!"

"Whatever happened with Y/N Y/L/N?!"

"Come on, give us a smile, darling!"

Reporters won't stop shouting at me as these big guys around me keep ensuring I don't get harassed much longer. With a couple more steps and an exhausted look, I'm planted into the black SUV, waiting with all luggage in the boot.

"About time, don't you think?" Rhonda and Marla both look less than thrilled to see me finally. In their defense, I was supposed to be in this car over an hour ago.

Y/N POV

Watching Liz get shouted at and bombarded by flashes made my blood boil. Especially the asshole that asked for a smile. I watched him a little longer than the others, and let me tell you, whatever you think he looks like, he looks like that.

Her SUV took a little bit to get out of its spot and start driving away, but once it did, I started feeling better about finally stepping foot outside.

The paparazzi have all moved away and down a terminal. Apparently, they got word that a pop star was flying in and needed to get a good photo. Whatever.

I feel my phone buzz, half expecting a text from Liz, but when I see it's from James, that makes more sense. "Finally! Keep walking to the left. Black Honda." I look up from my phone and begin my search.

It doesn't take much longer, and it becomes easier when a tall man begins running at me. On any other day, this would be terrifying, but today I welcome it. "James!" I shout as we make contact, and he pulls me into a brotherly hug. "It's about time! You're lucky I was late!"

"You have no idea."

"So flight was okay?" He asks before taking my bags from me and placing them into the backseat. "Yeah, it was alright. I'm feeling much better than I was earlier."

"Did you tell Max you're here?" I nod. "Yeah, I had some time earlier."

"Awesome." James and I buckle, and it takes a bit of time before some cars let us go, but we're finally able to get on the road. "Traffic is going to be a bitch, but you made it," James says as he bumps my shoulder.

Liz POV

It wasn't long until I was ushered into a chair for a quick hair and makeup touch-up. According to my agent, I was scheduled to have an interview with People Magazine over 45 minutes ago, but my team was able to spin it in my favor, and now the interview is happening in 10 minutes.

Hence why I'm thrown into a collapsible chair with people touching my face and hair left and right. This is what I get for lighting a fire under Marla and Rhonda. Oh, and where is this interview taking place? Conference room of my agent's office. Yeah, nothing fancy or special this time. But that's not what I'm here for. I'm here today so people can know the real me.

Like a bat out of hell, Marla comes bursting into the office looking stressed. "Okay. I gave the interviewer a rundown of some questions we'd like to be asked about, but I couldn't get them to budge on some, so if it gets too much or too personal, pull the plug. Okay?"

"Okay? What questions won't they budge on?" I'm inquisitive because, most of the time, the people I do interviews with are easygoing. That's what made the promo tour for Ingrid Goes West so fun.

"Some stuff about Robbie and Y/N." I lean back into my chair as my face finishes up. "Hmm. Okay. I'll pull the plug if I need to." "Good. And Lizzie." I turn my attention back to Marla. "I'm sorry for what happened with the two of you."

I give a sympathetic smile and shrug. What's done is done. "3 minutes." A PA announces before quickly exiting. "How do I look?" I turn, asking everyone in the room.

I stand up to shake the hand of a happy-go-lucky-looking woman. She appears to be about Y/N's age, but from the ring on her left hand, I'd guess older. She is sporting a pride flag pin on her sport coat. I look around the room, and Rhonda seems a little more nervous than People Magazine sent this lady. I believe it's clear they sent this woman for a reason. Rhonda informed me that Variety almost got the spot but had to drop out at the last minute. Understandable.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss. Olsen. My wife and I love you and your work." She says, a little shy, and offers a kind smile that I return. Okay, so far, so good.

"Well, thank you very much, and it's nice to meet you, Ms...?"

"Ms. Harper Anderson-Raeside." I smile at the name. "That's a beautiful name. Thank you so much for doing this at the last minute." Harper nods her head and takes a seat across from me. She pulls out her phone and opens her recording app. I chose not to do a filmed interview because that wouldn't be ready for a couple of days, and doing it this way makes sure the article gets posted tomorrow.

"Now, I'm not going to lie, Miss. Olsen, because of the nature of this interview and the questions your publicist provided, there may be some questions from People Magazines will be tough to answer. I'm only letting you know because of the amount of respect I have for you." Harper then leans in a bit. "I made sure to include some softball questions as well," Harper says with a chuckle before leaning back into her chair.

I'm a little taken aback by the nature of which she speaks so freely. "Thank you, Harper." I kindly retort as I start to fiddle with my hands. Harper seems to notice but doesn't speak about it.

"Let's get started, shall we?" I nod along and give a wide smile.

"For People Magazine, I am Harper Anderson-Raeside, she/her and today I am joined by the fabulous Elizabeth Chase Olsen, best known for her complex character Wanda Maximoff in the Marvel Cinematic Universe as well as staring in thrillers and dramas such as Silent House and Ingrid Goes West. Elizabeth before we dive straight in. How are you?"

"I'm doing well. I actually came here straight from the airport, and you know how Los Angeles traffic is, so I am once again sorry for the delay."

"That's quite alright-"

"Oh, sorry, before I forget, I'd like to give a special hello to Geneva. Without meeting her earlier today, this interview wouldn't be happening."

"Oh wow! Well, thank you, Geneva."

Harper smiles at me before flipping over her notebook. I'm noticing for the first time. Facing me is a list of questions. I nod to her as she shows me how this is going to go.

"Now I know you recently wrapped on the Doctor Strange sequel. I won't ask for spoilers, so don't worry-" I start laughing because I still don't know half of the things that happen in the movie. "But do you have anything lined up after?"

"Umm, I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to say, but yes, I do." Harper smiles at me, seemingly accepting the answer.

"Now, to jump back a bit. Your performance as Wanda Maximoff earlier this year in the MCU's first show WandaVision has been critically acclaimed. With Emmy Nominations arriving later this month, are you anticipating a nod?"

I shake my head at her words because, no, I don't. "Uhh. Not really. I don't think anyone expects to get nominated when they do a Marvel project. But I will say acting against Paul Bettany daily while he was blue or purple was always something. Especially when I have to touch or kiss him for scenes because the paint gets all over me." I say with a fake disgusted look that causes Harper to smile.

Safe to say the interview is off to a better start than I was expecting.

After a load of soft questions and personal ones from Harper herself, she fidgets in her seat and gives a brief look to Rhonda before nodding to me. Okay, here we go.

"Now, to switch gears a little bit, a couple of weeks ago, a story broke about someone very close to you. And I say the word story very lightly. Could you, by chance, comment or give more details about what happened?"

"Yes." I clear my throat and pull myself up. "That person you're talking about was doxed and had private phone calls, pictures, and videos of them at work leaked by a co-worker. Before you ask, legal action has been taken, and the case, as far as I know, is closing soon."

"I'm very sorry that happened to them and you as well."

I offer a tight smile. Harper notices my discomfort and reads whatever is written in her notebook.

"And this close person to you was Y/N Y/L/N is that correct?"

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. "Yes."

"Who were they to you?"

"They were my- my uh- girlfriend." I stop and turn to Rhonda, who motions her hands, telling me to keep going. I turn back to Harper, who gives me a gentle smile. "Yes. They were my girlfriend. That kinda feels like a relief to say out loud." I didn't expect this weight to be lifted off my chest, but I felt it. "We had been dating for about a month prior, and Harper-" I lean a little bit closer to her. "I'd like to take this time to address certain people." Harper gives me a thumbs-up as I take a deep breath. "I know this may seem like such an impossible task to some out there, but who I choose to surround myself with or who I choose to love is not up for public debate. It is not healthy or kind to criticize them. If you love me, you should love them as well. The day the news broke, Y/N Y/L/N had disgusted, and horrible things said about them. Things I could not protect them from. It hurt me to see someone who gives off such a strong presence crumble under the words and actions of horrific people." I stop talking as the words coming out of my mouth finally stop. I feel like I have more to say, but I can't find the exact way to phrase them. Luckily Harper helps me.

She reached over and picks up her phone. Stopping the recording.

"Thank you, Elizabeth. If you would like to stop, we can."

I shake my head while giving a tiny laugh. "How many more questions do you have?"

"Not many."

"Okay."

Harper nods her head and starts the recording on her phone again.

"Now I agree with what you just said. I love how protective and strong you are. I can feel it in the words surrounding Y/N Y/L/N. Now is it possible you felt that way because, on that day, you were also outed as well?"

I bite the inside of my lip as I hadn't given it much thought. "I think that's a possibility. But that day, my mind immediately went to trying to do what was best for Y/N. I wish I could say I did that, but truth be told, I didn't."

I can see Harper fighting with herself to ask this next question. It must be the ones People Magazine ordered her to ask.

"Now, since then, you hadn't publicly confirmed your relationship. However, Robbie Arnett's team did release a statement not too long after saying that you and him had broken up prior to your relationship with Y/N."

"Yes, and to everyone who cares, Robbie and I are still friends."

"That's good to know... A few weeks before that horrible event happened, the two of you had been photographed together, and yet since there hasn't been one picture of you two together. Are you still with Y/N Y/L/N?"

Yes and no? I'm waiting for her, and she wants to be with me, but there's not really a label for that sort of thing. "N-no, we are no longer together." I shuffle in my chair and clear my throat. This is all an effort to get rid of the emotions building up.

Harper looks stunned to hear my answer.

"Oh-h, I'm genuinely sorry to hear that. You two looked adorable together."

For a moment, Harper let her professionalism slip, and I think that's when Rhonda and her decided to wind down the interview.

"Okay, before we part, is there anything you want to say to any fans of yours that might read this?"

"Yes. I would first like to say thank you to all that have supported me over the years. It means more to me than you will ever know. To any fans that I gain or lose because of my change in who I choose to love, I want to say thank you for letting me be me, and I hope that I can make you happy." I take a deep breath. "My name is Elizabeth Chase Olsen, and today I had the support and strength to come out and join a wonderful community. I want everyone that reads this to know that it's never too late for anyone. Thank you."

"No, thank you, Elizabeth."

Harper reaches over and grabs her phone as I wipe my eyes before looking at Harper's, seeing that her professionalism is out the window as her eyes begin to tear up.

"For real, Elizabeth. Thank you. In today's world, it may feel like we have support everywhere we look, and that people can be with whoever they want, but that's not always the case. I know that someone out there will read this come tomorrow or the next day and feel the support I wish I had gotten when I was younger."

Harper lets more than a few tears fall from her face. "Can I hug you?" This is a first. I nod as the two of us get up from our seats, and even though Harper isn't just being an interviewer right now, she still gives me a professional hug. She tries to leave, but I pull her closer, knowing she needs it.

"My wife is going to be so jealous when I tell her later on." This moment changed as I let out a laugh I needed all day.

Y/N POV

"Hey, wake up!"

I lift my head from another nap and instantly groan at the stiffness stuck in my neck. Jesus, is this what getting older is like? Neck pain? I turn to my left and see James with my bags already in his hand. I looked around, and nothing looked like the pictures Max showed me. I thought we were going to their parents' new house.

I make my way out of the car and join James in front of some condo complex.

"Where are we?" I ask to make sure I'm not being kidnapped.

"My place," James answers as if this isn't an issue. I follow him as he continues walking to a door that I presume is his place. "Why? I thought I was going to your parents?"

"Oh, you will. Just later. We're meeting them for dinner anyways. Plus, I kind of thought you'd want to stay here. It's closer to where you're going to be going anyways."

I give a look before it dawns upon me. Of course, Max told him the real reason I came to LA. "Thanks," I say as James finally opens the door. It's a reasonably decent size compared to just about everything in New York. Two bedroom. Living room. Kitchen. It's got it all. "No problem. Plus, it's not like I'm going to be around much."

"What do you mean?" I ask as I follow James to the guest bedroom, where he plops my things. Also, hell yeah! A bed! An actual bed, not an air mattress.

"I'll be giving you privacy, and I'll be at Andreas most of the time." Whos?? "By the look on your face, I can tell Max told you nothing about her." I shake my head. "She's the reason I moved back out here."

"Why is this the first I'm hearing about her?" I ask as I subconsciously begin to unpack. "Like I said, I thought Max told you about her, but then again, Max and her didn't get along for some reason. But they're cool now. Or I should say civil." James says with a shrug.

"How long have the two of you been together?"

"Two months. But off and on for years." Suddenly that makes sense why he showed up in New York. He wanted to talk to Max about Andrea and moving back to California.

"Is she the one?" I ask, putting my empty suitcase on the floor. I watch as James nods his head. "She always has been."

"Then good for you." I walk up to James and pull him into a hug. "Thanks for doing all of this for me." I motion to the bedroom. "It's no problem. Just remember me when you're big time." I roll my eyes. "When are you meeting with Robbie?"

"Tomorrow. What times dinner?" I see a smirk form on James' face as I switch conversations. "We got reservations for 7. Nothing fancy, by the way."

"Great." I certainly didn't pack anything remotely classy. "Will Andrea be there?"

"She will. Please, no embarrassing stories. She already has gotten that from my mom and dad enough." James pleads, but any time to embarrass him, I'll take.

"I promise." No, I don't.

"Thank you." He breathes a sigh of relief. "We got some time to kill before dinner. Want to do anything or just relax?"

"I'm going to make some calls and relax for a bit if that's cool?"

James nods his head. "No problem. I'll be out in the living room." James leaves the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

I throw myself onto the softest bed known to humankind. Well, the most peaceful bed known to me over the last month. I pull my phone out of my pocket and decide to shoot a text to Robbie.

"Made it to James place with a slight change of plans. Still on for tomorrow?"

I internally debate telling Robbie about bumping into Liz. Ultimately I decide against it.

My phone buzzes in my hand with a text back. "Sounds good 👍🏼 Meet here at 1? (Address attached)"

I smile down at the text before my phone buzzes again—this time, I find myself receiving a text from Liz.

"I'm sorry if this is weird to say, but I'm thinking about you and what happened earlier. I can't wait to see you again... I just got done doing an interview. Before you panic, it's about me coming out. They asked questions about you, but I made sure they were respectful. I mentioned how we were no longer together.. I can make sure they omit any part of the interview if you want?"

I can almost laugh at the sight I'm picturing in my mind. I can see Elizabeth nervous as hell typing out that text, almost biting her nails but scolding herself because it's an awful habit. She really is trying to make sure that I'm happy with her and what she's doing. I wish she would've talked to me about it before, but maybe she was going to, and then the airport happened? I don't know.

I read over the text before coming up with what to say. "Thank you for telling me. Keep everything. I can't wait to read it. I can't wait to see you."

Liz POV

After the interview and texts with Y/N, I found myself alone in the SUV on the way to a place I missed—my mom's. I haven't talked to her since she called me to address the rumors about a so-called person named Y/N Y/L/N. So before the interview goes live tomorrow, I want to talk to my mom and air it all out, and judging by the additional cars in the driveway, it looks like she's not the only one home.

As the SUV stops, I thank the driver as he hops out to grab all my luggage. Yes, the guitar is still with me. "I can take it from here," I say as I gather everything up, allowing the man to leave. I'm not trying to be rude. I just don't like anyone seeing my mom and her place longer than they need to.

I begin my careful walk to the front door as I hear the engine of the SUV gets quieter behind me.

"Oh my God, Lizzie!" I look up from the driveway to see my older brother Trent exiting the house and rushing toward me. "What are you doing here?!" He asks before wrapping me up into a hug.

"Me? What about you? Shouldn't you be off somewhere posting about your love life?" Trent pulls back and places a hand on his heart. "And to think I was excited to see my favorite sister." I playfully roll my eyes as Trent helps me with my luggage.

"For real, what are you doing here? And with a guitar? Wait, is this Robbie's? Did you kil-"

"Trent, please. One question at a time." I let a bag drop from my arm once we make it inside the house. Trent closes the big front door behind us. "Okay. Why are you here?"

"I missed mom well and you, but mostly for mom." I beam at him in the most annoying sister way as possible. Trent scoffs. "Well, she's in the kitchen. Knock yourself out." Trent walks away and retreats to the living room. Before I head to the kitchen, I take a quick look to see if anyone else is around, but I don't see anything.

I make sure my footsteps are loud as I round the corner to my mom's kitchen. My mom is in the middle of laying flour out onto her kitchen counter. I quickly scan over the food and ingredients around her. It looks like homemade pasta is on the menu tonight. As I get closer, my mom breaks her concentration and looks up to me.

"Is that my Lizard?!" In an instant, she's making her way over to me, hugging and kissing me like I went off to war. But it's nice. It's been months and months since I last saw her, so at this moment, I don't care if flour gets all over my clothes. The hug from my mom is more important.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would've gotten the house more presentable. I would've changed. I wouldn't have started this damn pasta." My mom continues her rambling despite my numerous interruptions for her to stop. It isn't until I walk over and begin rolling the pasta dough that she becomes quiet.

"Now honey, stop that. You're going to mess it all up."

If you want my mom to stop whatever it is she's doing. Start doing something she thinks she can do better. "I'm just helping," I say, knowing she'd shoo me out of the way.

"If you want to help, you better start talking, young lady. Why aren't you in New York? Why didn't you call?" My mom briefly looks up at me before going back to her dough. "I raised you into a strong, smart, independent woman, but I'm your mother. I'm still allowed to worry about my Lizard."

"I know, mom. I'm sorry. I should've called, but it slipped my mind. I've had a lot going on. Especially today." I rub my head as the emotions of the entire day have exhausted me.

"What happened today?" I stop in front of the fridge and close my eyes. Shit. How am I going to do this? How does anyone do this? I mean, my mom knows me well enough. Right? It shouldn't be a surprise. I mean, like, more than half of my fans think I've always been-

"Lizzie?" I open the door and grab a water bottle before turning to face my mom. "I had an interview." My mom smiles at that. "Oh, with who? Was it about your show?"

"People and-"

"People Magazine?" My mom looks at me, confused. "Yes." I quickly reply as I take a swig of water. "Hmm." That is all my mom says before going back to her pasta dough. "Why not Variety or Entertainment Weekly?"

"Because this wasn't for a show or project." The confidence inside of me slowly building. "So this was a personal interview?" My mom says, refusing to look up at me. This isn't a good sign.

"Yes." My one hand is gripping the water bottle I have for dear life while my other hand is resting on the kitchen counter. "Was the interview about you and Robbie?"

"No."

I watch as my mom's hands slowly lift themselves away from the dough. She turns her back to me and walks her way over to the sink. "So this was about Y/N?"

"Yes," I reply before the sound of a running sink fills the silence in the air the whole time she washes her hands. "You shouldn't be wasting water?" I mumble, earning no response from my mother.

"Lizzie?" My mom turns off the sink and turns herself back to me as she dries her hands. "Who is she? Was she just a friend?" She almost sounds annoyed.

"Y/N?" I ask, unclear if my mom is talking about what I think she's talking about. My mother nods her head. "She's..."

This is harder than I thought it would be.

"Oh, my Lizard." I look up to see my mom watching me struggle. She starts making her way past her pasta and to me. "Talk to me." I keep a tight hold on the water bottle as my mother moves closer.

"She was more than a friend."

My mom quietly places her hands on my arms and begins rubbing them up and down. But she doesn't say anything. I look into her eyes, but they seem to be lost in thought.

"Are you mad?"

My mom looks over to me like I'm crazy. "Why would I be mad?" I shrug as I prevent my eyes from doing what I've done all day. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared. Plus, everything with her and I happened so quickly. I didn't want to hurt anyone else..." I let the water bottle from my hand slip as I get pulled into a hug.

"Who you choose to be with could never hurt me unless they hurt you." My mom pulls back and makes sure my face looks at hers. "I'm not upset at the person you have grown into being. I'm upset that you felt like you couldn't tell me."

"I'm sorry." My mom raises her hand. "Don't do that. Okay?"

I nod and let my mother pull me into a hug.

"I love you, Lizard."

"I love you, mom."

"I love you both!"

My mom and I look over to see my annoying older brother standing in the entryway to the kitchen. "What are we talking about?" I roll my eyes and glance at my mom, unsure what to say.

"We-"

"Nothing important, dear. Lizzie was just telling me about New York." My mom looks at me with a knowing look. "How about the two of you get out of here and leave me to make dinner."

"Mom, are you-"

She raises her hand up to me.

"Come on, Sis, you heard her!"

Next thing I know, Trent has his arm wrapped around me, pulling me out of the kitchen. It's not until we're in the living room that he catches me by surprise and pulls me into a hug.

"I heard enough to know. I'm proud of you." Trent has his moments. This is one of them.

"Thank you." I feel the squeeze get tighter until he releases me.

"Plus, I kinda knew." I look at him, confused. "What do you mean?" "I've seen the interviews with Aubrey Plaza." I roll my eyes. "You're an asshole." See what I mean—moment ruined even if he wasn't 100% wrong.

"Lizzie?" I look at Trent, who has a puzzled look. "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" Oh shit, he was still talking? I shake my head. "Does anyone else know?"

"The twins, Scar and her family. Robbie. Y/N's family and friends. Aubrey." I said that name last with a bit of vinegar in my voice.

"Not Dad, Jake, and Courtney?" I shake my head. "I get it. We know how he is." Honestly, telling my Dad hasn't been on my mind a lot, but Trent saying that sure makes some alarms go off in my head. Before, I was just worried about the world, and Y/N was not really focused on the people closest to us. I assumed they would be okay with it no matter what. But if today proved anything, it's that telling the closest people to you can be the most nerve-wracking.

"Thanks," I mumble as we sit and try to pay attention to whatever garbage Trent is watching. Well, I'm trying to focus on this show, but Trent is too busy asking me about Y/N. "Are you still together?" I go to open my mouth, but the doorbell ringing catches me off guard.

"Oh, that's them!" Trent says with a certain excitement in his voice as he races to the door. "Who?!" I tell after him but by the attentional voices entering the house. I know exactly who it is.

"Lizzie?!"

God damn it.

Y/N POV

A knock startles me from my phone, causing it to slip and fall onto my face. I hold in the pain and effort to yell by wrapping my hands around my nose. Fuck.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" I call out, a little annoyed at James. "I'm about to hop in the shower and start to get ready for dinner if you want to go first."

Shit, how long have I been in the room? "You go first. You'll be quicker anyways."

"Alright." I hear James footsteps get quieter as I rub my nose. I don't believe it's broken or anything, but man, it still hurts.

Once I'm done touching my face, I stand up and start to go over what to wear tonight. James said it wasn't anywhere fancy, but it's still California, and it's with his family, who I've met only a couple of times, so I should try and make a good impression.

I sit on the bed as I stare into the closet. Liz was always good at picking out what I should wear.

I could call a particular fashion designer-

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I look over at my phone, and I'm a little surprised to see who it's from. But what's even more surprising is the picture they sent. It's a picture of Liz and me from the airport. But it's not a paparazzi photo. It's from someone inside the airport. In the photo, you can clearly see me, but you wouldn't know that the other person with me is Elizabeth unless you know what she looks like. Does that make sense?

Wait, are they here too?

I decide to call them back, and it only takes one ring until they answer.

"So, are you back together?"

Part 28

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