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The Chicken Pt. 2

Part 34 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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TW: Hospitals and everything to do with them :) Mentions of broken bones and bleeding. Panic attack.

I think the ending of this chapter is one of the cuter things I've written 💛

Liz POV

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. Hi, I'm Dr. Connor Cameron..."

I watch a blue-eyed, tall blonde with a curly bob make her way into the center of the room. She glances her eyes around the room quickly at each person until she lands on me. At first, I think she knows who I am, but that thought stops only after she takes note of the ring on my third finger.

I'm not Elizabeth Olsen.

I'm Robbie Arnett's "wife."

That's wrong.

I briefly look away when Dr. Cameron looks up at me. Instead, I look to Y/N, the person I'm actually with.

"So you seem like a bunch that just wants to hear it straight up, so why don't we just get right into it." Dr. Cameron looked down at her clipboard and flipped through some pages before they started going down a list. "...has suffered a concussion, broken left arm, two fractured fingers, bruising, whiplash, of course, tendon repair on the right leg, 13 stitches, four above his left eye perpendicular to the temple with four more on his chin and the last five on his torso. Finally, he has cuts all over him due to the glass from the accident." The Doctor lifts her head slightly before she lets out a little "Oh." "I'm sorry... Mr. Arnett also appears to have a major blow to the skull, leading to some head trauma."

Couldn't lead with that?

Dr. Cameron lets the papers fall back into place on her clipboard, which only begins the silence in the room.

With my eyes down, I can practically feel the heat from the twins staring at me. Max and her brother are probably doing the same to Y/N.

Dr. Connor Cameron gently and politely clears her throat in a "hey, I'm still here" kinda way, making me and Y/N look up at her. "Any questions?" All eyes on me.

That caring part of me wants to open my mouth and ask just about every question under the sun. How is he doing now? Is he in a coma? Can we see him? How did the accident happen?

But...

But..

There's that other part of me. That other half of me that's just itching at my insides with the question, why. Why are we here? Why did this happen? Why did he leave? Why.. why should I car-

"Where is he?"

I glance to my left at Y/N, who appears to be the only one to have spoken up so far. Doc looks from me to my girlfriend with a smile. "He's resting in his room in the hospital's west wing. And when I say resting, I mean we had to put him under for surgery, and now it's a waiting game until he wakes up."

A little hmm escapes from Y/N.

"What- what happens when he wakes up?" I stumble over my own words. The lady in the coat gives her head a slight tilt to my question. "What do you mean?" I clear my throat. "I mean, you said he had head trauma. So is he in a coma, or is everything okay?" I point to my head in quite possibly the worst way to convey what I'm trying to explain; thankfully, everyone in the room, including the doctor, knows what I'm talking about. "Yes." She nods. "I did say he has head trauma, and no, he's not in a coma, but frankly, we don't know how okay he will be until he wakes up. He was unresponsive when the paramedics brought him in. So aside from tests and blood work, we're running right now. We truly don't know what state Mr. Arnett will be in when he wakes."

Her string of words brings little comfort to me, but at least he's alive. I still nod to her words as I look at my Y/N.

Shouldn't she be my priority right now?

I made a promise for a reason.

"What happened?" Y/N speak up to the doctor. I look over at my girlfriend, and I see her clenching her hands on her knees once again, so without another thought, I bring my left hand down and intertwine it with her right. She softens at my touch and shoots me a thankful smile before she focuses back on Dr. Cameron.

There's only been a handful of times I wish I had the Scarlet Witches' powers. One time was so I could be gone all of the fucking squirrels in my garden. Another was this time at Whole Foods because of this- *sigh* never mind.

The point is.

I wish I had them now for Y/N. I can see the pain in her body language. The way she clenches her hands. The way she flicks her eyes across from the tile by my foot to the one by hers. I know, I know she is trying to break through her past trauma about her father, Davey, right now to be here for Robbie, but I want her to know that I'm here for her in more ways than one.

Because let's be honest.

The second that phone was in my hand, and the news hit my ears, it hurt. It did.

But the longer I sit here, the clearer it becomes that walking into that coffee shop months ago was the best choice I made in a long time. It brought me something new. It brought me hell. It brought me the warmth of a new shade of color to my life. It brought me Y/N—someone who, at this moment, doesn't realize what they bring to the world.

My world too.

So the longer we sit here, the clearer it becomes that this. Robbie. And that wanting to drop everything for them can't fully exist.

And looking at Y/N... I look at the puffed-up skin under her eyes. I graze over her slightly red cheeks and onto her beautifully sculpted nose. Just below that, her pink lips thin out to almost a razor's edge just at the corners.

And what I see is that.. that maybe she doesn't have to carry the weight that she is putting onto her shoulders. Robbie isn't Davey.

"Mrs. Arnett?"

I only tune back into the conversation when Y/N turns to me. However, before I question it, I've made a final decision in my head. Something that I've known for a while.

Yes.

Y/N is my priority now.

Obviously.

Whatever it takes. Nothing is getting in the way of that.

"I'm sorry?" I say, turning to meet the curious blue eyes of Robbie's doctor. She glances between Y/N and myself with a quiet chuckle before repeating what the room has already heard. "I was just saying that we don't know the specifics of the accident but that an off-duty police officer was by when it happened. According to one of our paramedics, he called it in. He's actually here now. Don't worry. As far as I've been made aware, he's not some crazed fan. It seems like it was a right place, right time kinda deal."

"So... is there anything else?" I ask. The doc shakes her head. "Not unless any of you have any questions?" Y/N looks at me, causing me to shake my head. I genuinely don't have any questions. At least none for my girlfriend. Looking into her eyes, it appears to be the same answer.

So with a quick pan around the room, no one has anything else to ask.

"Okay. Good." Dr. Connor Cameron relaxes her body just a tad with a smile. "If the wife and sister of Mr. Arnett would so kindly follow me, I can lead you to his room." The way she said wife and sister and between her glances tells me she knows the real deal of what's going on between Y/N and me. "I'm sorry to the rest of you, but visitors aside from family aren't permitted at the moment, but come sunrise, you should all be free to check in on him." Dr. Cameron makes eye contact with everyone else to let them down easy with the news.

However, when Y/N and I don't immediately rise from our seats like she was probably expecting, Doctor Cameron makes an executive decision. "Tell you what, why don't you two.." She says, looking at my girlfriend and I. "..gather yourselves and everything else you need to do before I come in about five minutes. Okay?" I watch Y/N nod her head. "And if you feel like heading to the west wing without me, it's room 237." With that, the blonde with the lab coat leaves the room.

Y/N POV

Looking to my right, I see her already looking at me with a glint of something I can't decipher until she squeezes my hand and says to me, "Can we talk?" Before I can shake my head or nod because what the fuck does that question mean? Max speaks up.

Bless her.

"So I guess we'll see you guys tomorrow? Or..?" Max looks at me. I mean, she, along with the twins, flew out here to support me and to see family, and now I'm sitting in a hospital room for the first time in years for someone who's not even my family. I don't want to be alone. I mean, I know I have Liz, but now she wants to talk?? Talk?? What do we have to talk about? Didn't we do that after the show??

I lift my eyes up to Max, who is busy looking at the twins. Ash nods in agreement with Max and then peers her eyes to Liz. While Mary-Kate lifts herself from her phone and looks at me. "Y/N?.."

I want to open my mouth, but my body is fighting my mind right now. I can't speak.

"Yeah, we should go," Ash says, rising from her chair before shooting me a sad smile that turns into a face of concern.

Can't I just have a typical fucking day? Speak Y/N.

"Y/N?"

Liz?!?

SPEAK NOW!

"You're leaving!?"

Liz POV

Y/N practically jumps out of her seat. I knew it was coming, but she wasn't feeling my touches or listening to my words.

She glances at me and then at my standing sisters. All of us see them. Her watery eyes. Shining in the bright white light of this drafty room. MK slightly tilts her head to the side before shaking it. "Y/N..."

"Why?"

Mary-Kate looks to me for help and as a way of saying, "What is going on?"

"Why?" This time Ash asks my crying girlfriend. She's crying, and she doesn't even realize it. Y/N nods her head and darts her eyes quickly to each one of us. I do as well and see that everyone but James is standing.

I try to speak to Y/N again, but I can see her actively ignoring my words this time. Okay. Ouch. So instead, MK goes to speak, but before a word comes out, what I was trying to prevent happens Y/N bolts out of the room. Over the course of our on-again-off-again relationship, we've both seen us go through these attacks before.

I go to chase after Y/N but get stopped but two things.

One. The stares from my sisters.

Two. Max.

As quickly as I make it to the door, she does as well. "Max-" "You both have a lot going on at the moment. Let me. We'll come back when she's ready."

"What?!" I snap to my older former actresses of sisters as Max slips out of the room, leaving behind a look everywhere but the Olsens brother in James, along with Aubrey, a strong woman who is up at my side for support.

"I don't understand.. what happened?" I drop my mouth in shock at their stupidity right now. "She's having a fucking panic attack. Why are you acting like this isn't something we've all dealt with?!"

"I didn't know Y/N did."

I roll my eyes at what my favorite sister says. "Clearly, you don't know a lot, Ash." "Hey!" Mary-Kate snaps at me. "What's your problem?!" I sigh and ask, "My problem? Why are you leaving?" MK stops herself from rolling her eyes. "Because it's Robbie!"

"You don't think I know that!"

This is no longer a conversation.

Silence hangs in the air between my sisters and I. Mary-Kate grabs Ash by the arm and takes a step toward me. "Look-" "I know who is in that room, okay? But right now, I don't care who it is because Y/N needs us, me, to be there for her." Aubrey places her arm around my shoulders in an excellent way of comfort. "So if you're going to leave for any fucking reason, then go ahead and do it, but if you see MY girlfriend on the way out, give her your support and some words of comfort." I eyed my sisters with a tired look from this talk of ours. "Okay?"

Nothing but a turn away from MK and a tiny nod from Ash.

I want to move my feet to go out into the hall, but I get stopped. Ash is the first to move toward me and the first to wrap me up in a hug. I'm shocked, but I welcome it by returning the hug. "I'm sorry." The words sound choked, coming out. "Me too." I feel another set of arms squeeze their way around Ashley and me. "You really, really love her." Says Mary-Kate. "Are you serious?" I teasingly ask without lifting my head, making the question sound muffled. The twins laugh. "No."

A beat.

"It's just you never publicly snapped at us for someone else before." This time I lift my head to meet MK's sea-colored eyes. "I'm glad you have her." I see a shimmer run its course through her eyes. "Me too."

"Now, if only they can stay that way." Aubrey chirps up once again, earning a chorus of nose-filled laughs, even one from James, who I forgot was here. The twins unfurl themselves from me, allowing me to turn and slap Aubrey on the arm, hoping to leave a mark. "Shut up. We've been on more dates the past couple of weeks than you have in months." Aubrey laughs before I turn back to the twins, who are again looking ready to leave. I go to speak on it, but Ashley beats me to the punch. "We'll give her our love on the way out. Text us if you need anything. We'll be at moms. We love you, Lizard." "Love you, sis." Aubrey hugs the twins' goodbye while James shakes their hands and quickly comments on how much he enjoyed their performances in New York Minute. "Bye!" We all call out to each other before the door closes, leaving myself, Aubrey and James behind.

Once we find ourselves seated in the plastic chairs from hell again I-

"She did put on one hell of a show," James says, looking at me. "Like I knew she could play an instrument, but- wow!" I can tell James is doing his best to try and keep the room light and to focus on the good things from tonight. Aubrey catches onto this. "She did, didn't she?!" Aubrey nudges my arm, causing my lips to crack into a smile. "She was amazing." "She IS amazing." I correct the former NBC star. "Simp." "Whore." I fire back instantly, earning a gasp from said whore followed by some laughter that quiets down soon enough.

"How are you, though, really?" I turn to Aubrey and then to James, who seems just as curious to know my answer. So I will give an honest answer. "I think I've surprised myself, but how im actually fine?" I tilt my head. "I think.. I.. hmm.. I just want us to be us." I nod to my own words. "No bullshit. No outside world peeking in. No more missed dates or calls between us because we weren't together. After this. I just want to be with Y/N. I want us to have what I caught a glimpse of those very first few days with her in New York. And again after our beach date here." I laugh, looking at the promise ring on my left hand. "Where I gave her this."

"It'll come soon enough," James says to me. "Y/N isn't the most stubborn person I've met, but when she falls, she falls hard, and then she'll fight. She has that look with you. I saw it tonight. I mean the whole show, while yes being for her. It was also for you." James lets me breathe in the words. "At least that's what she told me." He quickly adds with a kind smile. Whether Y/N did say that or not, I wouldn't know.

"Ew."

I turn to see Aubrey making a gagging noise and face. Bitch. "Yeah. Yeah. You'll get all your fluffy cute shit soon enough. You can be gross on a beach somewhere or in your fucking garden." Then her eyes go wide. "Or you can be fucking in your garden!!"

"Oh, God," James mumbles as he turns away. "Oh God is right!" Aubrey wiggles her eyebrows at me with a smirk. "Y/N, do me on the blueberries!" Aubrey begins to mock my voice with a higher breathy one. Almost pornographic. "Oh wait, a snail, let me kill it. Oh yes, yes!"

Thankfully the torture ends when the door swings back open.

Y/N POV

Everyone needs a friend like Max.

She knew what I needed and gave it to me.

Space. A moment to breathe.

Followed by another moment to help me breathe when my body wouldn't let me. That's how we spent the last, I don't know, five, ten, thirty minutes? Hour? I don't know. I'm pretty sure I saw Dr. Cameron walk by at one point, but I didn't bother to lift my head to double-check. But then Max started talking.

It was for me and to me.

"Remember freshman year at Syracuse?" With my arms on my knees and my head against the hospital's white walls, I roll it to my right to Max. "Don't." "Don't what?" I close my tired eyes. "Max, I just had a panic attack. This isn't like that time at Bailey McCanns house party."

"I didn't say it was. What I am saying is that you got paranoid while high and locked yourself in her bedroom closet and wouldn't come out unless-"

"Unless you talked to me through that piece of shit door and convinced me that everything was fine. And that, yes, I did try to attempt my best Australian accent in front of Paula Ashborn. And no, I did not do well. Yes, I remember." Embarrassingly. Max smiles. "Not what I was getting at again." I shoot one eye open and look at my redheaded friend. "What I'm saying is that you talked to me. You let it out." I sigh and let my shoulders slump as I listen to Max. Eyes and ears open.

"You told me that your first job was working at your local frozen yogurt shop because two years earlier, you swore you saw the prettiest person walk into that store. You opened up to me about your struggles with being states away from home, even though that's what you wanted. You told me how much you hated Mr. Borno and his fucking class." Max laughs, thinking about my rant about his stupid white-haired face causing me to laugh.

"So Y/N. My lovely best friend. For hopefully the last time." I roll my eyes and give her a shove. "What are you thinking?" Max asks me. I open my mouth before closing it to find the right words. "I'm just tired. I- I just want a normal week with Liz. I want Robbie to wake up. I want it all to be fine. I want us to be us. After knowing Robbie is okay." I swallow and let my course throat feel the pain. "That's what I'm thinking." It's crazy how different your life can be given a few years.

Max nods to me. "I didn't mean to run out of the room. I couldn't bare to sit there anymore." "Hey, that's alright. I'm sure everyone understands."

"We do!"

Max and I snap our heads to our right and see the twins enter our space. "Sorry, we just caught the last bit. Y/N..." Mary-Kate pauses. "We're sorry." Ash nods and speaks up this time. "We didn't mean to add any more stress or uneasy feelings onto your plate."

"It's okay." "We also wanted to stop by before we leave and give you our love and support. If we can leave now?" The four of us laugh as Max and I stand up to the twins. "Don't forget that you performed the hell outta that stage tonight." She whispers into my ear before breaking the hug allowing for Mary-Kate to easily slip right in."You can't let this hug last more than three seconds, or Witchy will have problems. Again." I hear Max snort very loudly to my right at this most likely true statement.

The hug ends precisely three seconds later.

"If you or Lizzie need anything, please let us know. Talk to us. Talk to her. We love you."

"I love you guys too." I awkwardly mumble to the twins, which seems to satisfy them based on their smiles. "Call us soon. Bye, Max!" "Bye, Maxine!" The twins bid the two of us farewell before disappearing down a hallway. I let out a long exhale before balancing out my breathing.

"Hey!" As soon as I step into the waiting room again, I feel Liz's arms wrap themselves around me. Both of our heads resting on our shoulders. "I'm okay," I answer to her whispered worry.

I take a look over her face once out of the hug. "You're beautiful." I could tell my worried girlfriend wasn't ready for that to come out of my mouth due to how quickly she blushed and her eyes darting to the new people in the room. "Is that why she's now married to Robbie?" A joking voice forces me to turn around. It's Marlana with Graham in tow. I was wondering when they'd show up. "Hey, how long have you guys been here?" I greet both of them with a hug. "About ten minutes or so. I don't know how it happened, but we got sent to another hospital instead of here. Anyways the doctor came in not too long ago. Like the professional, she was, she wouldn't tell us what was going on without you present other than to tell Lizzie that Robbie is now awake." I nod my head along to the new information. He's awake. "Anyways, his wife over here filled us in on what's going on once the Doc left."

"Please stop saying his wife," I beg of Marlana. She playfully rolls her eyes. "Just let us know how he is when you get done."

"I can text you if you want to go home. I know it's late, and we had a long day." I try to pitch that idea to the people in the room who didn't ride with me. The only one that bites is James.

After a goodbye, Max walks him out while Liz and I head toward Robbie's room.

Liz POV

"Y/N.." I squeeze her hand as we near the room. "Can you look at me?" She turns her head to me before I stop us in the middle of the hallway. "I love you. You're gorgeous and smart and so caring." Y/N's cheeks go red. "But.." She tenses in my hands before I pull my own out from hers. I slip off the ring I gave to her and put it back onto her hand. I didn't mean to put it happened to go on the left.

What can I say!? Her face can be very distracting!

"Don't forget to put yourself first when you walk in that room. Okay?" She lifts her head to me. I see now that she wasn't expecting that. "Thank you." She leans into me and places her soft lips on mine. "For it all." She bites her lip and opens her mouth again. "When this is done." She removes her hands from mine to gesture to the hallway. "I want us to be us. No more running or missed chances. Just you and I."

I smile, hearing her say the words I want to say.

"I couldn't agree more, Y/N Y/L/N." I quickly pull her hips to meet mine and plant a rougher kiss than the last one onto her lips.

Needing to breathe forces us apart. Well, that and we began to hear loud footsteps approaching us. "Arnett family?" Y/N and I look at a familiar-looking white male in brown boots, jeans, and a blue button-down. It isn't until I see the badge on his belt that I understand who he is supposed to be.

"Officer North," he says as he greets us.

I look over his face as he begins to talk to us about what he saw from the accident. It wasn't Robbie's fault. He had a green light but was T-Boned in the middle of an intersection. However, according to his eyes, he felt like Robbie was going well above the speed limit. He also says he did the best he could to limit the injuries Robbie sustained.

"I just wanted to stay behind and have you all hear this from me personally. I'm sorry this has happened to the two of you." He offers us a kind smile. Y/N and I both thank him for all he's done. "Now, I won't keep you waiting." The familiar-looking man steps around us and begins walking down the hall until he turns out of sight around a corner.

"Was it just me, or did he look like Castle from Castle?" My eyes go wide as that's who Officer North looked like! "Yes! I was wondering why he looked so familiar!" Y/N and share smiles and a look as it seems like she's avoiding the room a bit more than she just was.

"Hey." I pull her arm and have her look at me. "He's your friend. The accident wasn't anyone's fault but the person that hit him. Robbie's fine. Now go see him." I gently push her toward the room. "I'll be in the waiting room with the others. Okay?" Y/N nods to me and says it for the first time since she mumbled it in her sleep.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Y/N POV

Liz's steps retreat until I don't hear them anymore. I'm now standing in front of the door. Should I knock? No?

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Is it rude if I don't knock?

Ring. Ring.

I mean, It's a hospital room, not his teenage bedroom.

"Huh?" I look down and finally hear and feel the vibrations from my phone.

Caller ID: Mother.

Fuck. I never called her after the show like I said I would. I promised Nick that I'd called once a week and especially tonight.

"Mrs. Arnett?!"

I jump at the voice coming next to me as my phone slips out of my hands and collides with the floor. Putting an end to its ringing. "Oh Gosh, I'm terribly sorry!" Officer North bends down and picks up my now cracked phone. It turns on, thankfully. "I didn't mean to startle you. I thought you heard me." I look over the Castle lookalike and take my phone from him with a kind smile. "No. Sorry, I didn't. But it's alright."

Wait? What did he call me?!?

"What did you say- I- uh, before-" "Mrs. Arnett?" I slowly nod. "How- why?" I give a confused look back to him. He opens and closes his mouth before pointing to my ring finger.

Why is there a ring on that finger!!?

Omg, Liz! I'm mentally slapping her and myself for not catching this earlier.

"Once again, sorry about what's happened to your husband." Ew. Ew. No. "Thanks. Again." I smile. "Is there something you needed or..?" Officer North makes an "oh right" face. "Now, I didn't want to mention this to anyone except you...

"Okay..."

"When I pulled Mr. Arnett-" "Robbie. And I'm Y/N. Please." "Right. When I pulled Robbie from his car, based on the smell from him and the evidence of glass around, it was clear to me that he had been drinking."

Step 1 - Shock

I'm sorry?

"Now-" "Wait." "I haven't made the report yet and-" "Officer!" He stops talking and sees my face in denial.

Step 2 - Denial

"Robbie doesn't drink. He doesn't do that. I mean, he used to, but that stopped months ago." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure!" Lie. I'm not at all. "Are you sure?" I bite back like it's a fourth-grade schoolyard comeback.

"100%." The sad smile this man is wearing deepens. "The toxicology reports will back me up too. I'm sorry. I thought you should hear it from me before-" Before everyone finds out. "Yeah.." and "thanks." 'Are all I say.

I close my eyes and sigh and sigh before it's just me in the hall.

Step 3 - Anger

"Get up!" I yell and let the door swing back close behind me as I pinch his blanket-covered toes. "Ow! What the fuck, Y/N?!"

I look up to see his eyes looking back at me. Yeah, they're in pain. Only he knows what kind. I look over his face and then his body. Stitches and gauze. Casts for his broken parts. Visible cuts that were small enough to leave alone.

And I almost feel bad. Almost.

One final look that ends with the monitors beeping his life with ups and downs, I turn to him with a pointed finger and say, "How long, and don't you bullshit me, Arnett!"

"What?" "How long!" "What are you talking about?" "Don't play Robbie come on."

His face has only changed to clench his jaw and become stone-like in his defense, whereas I'm staying true. Showing my emotions. He scoffs. "What do you care."

I turn away, running my hand through my hair. "You can't be serious right now. I'm your friend-" He scoffs again.

"Stop that!" I turn back to him with my arms raised. "Stop doing that. I care about you. I'm your friend, so what the fuck is happening right now, Robbie." Robbie shakes his head. "Get out."

"Dude-" "Get out!" "No! How long!" "Y/N-" "Robbie!" He turns his head away from me.

Stalemate.

I glance to his monitor, which shows a spike from our fighting, and then look at his one moveable hand. Squeezing and releasing the blanket.

"You want the truth?"

"Of course."

He turns his head to me and looks me right in the eyes. "I started a week after you came here." What.. "I was never tired or just having an off day. I was hungover and aching to have another drink the second you were gone. Because that's what we were doing was doing to me."

I swallow the lump in my throat and take his venom. "Okay, Robbie... Fuck you. You don't get to just say these things as if I've been awful to you. I've been your friend—someone there for you. And you've been mine! What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I didn't ask for a fucking friend Y/N!"

"Then what the hell have the last few months been?"

"I did it as a favor for you because you were nice, and I knew it wasn't your fault Lizzie left me." "What?? So then what. What happened!?" "I couldn't do it."

"So you're fucking blaming me?"

"Yes."

I can't fucking believe him. I can't wrap my mind around this. I shut my eyes and rub the sides of my head. "So now what?" I sigh. "This is it?? You're such a fucking selfish asshole right now that our friendship is just done. Hmm? It wasn't real?" I look at Wal-Mart Jesus. "It's not like I didn't try.." He speaks. "Try?" I question. "Try what? To be my friend?" He shakes his head no. "To move on. I did, or at least I thought I did. Until as of late."

He turns to me and grunts in pain as he rises against his pillows.

"She'll leave you too."

I have to laugh at this. "No, no, she won't, Robbie. But God, if she ever does, it won't be because I stopped loving her. Because, unlike you, I would never stop." Tears are brimming in my eyes, but I do everything to stand my ground and stop them from falling. "I hope you do better in the future. Goodbye and fuck you."

I'm out the door before he can even get another word out.

"That was three months ago, and I still haven't heard from him..."

"Do you want to?" I bite my lip in thought. "This is only the fourth time you've brought Robbie up since you've started seeing me." I lean back against the sofa and stare into my laptop, huffing. "I didn't realize you were keeping count?" She laughs. "I don't keep this notebook for pleasure, Y/N."

Now I laugh at my therapist of two months, Sofia. "Umm, no, I don't think I do? I don't know.." Sofia jots something down before looking at her watch.

"Well, I hate to do this, but it looks like it's that time. But before we go, I'd like for you to think of five positives excluding Liz, Max, and, if you have any with him, Robbie." She smiles at me, and I nod, returning one. "Okay. Thank you for today."

"Of course, Y/N. See you next week, and let me know if you need another session before then, alright?"

"Will do. Thank you." Sofia nods. "Enjoy your time in Texas." The Zoom call ends shortly after. I close my laptop and set it on the counter in the kitchen as I go to pull out a salad I made this morning prior to arriving on set—my new iPhone chimes as I start digging in. I smile and send a text back, and two seconds later, the trailer door swings open.

"Hiii!!" Liz's body collides with mine. "I promise I wasn't listening in. I was just outside for the last fifteen minutes and guessed when you'd be done. So thankfully, I was right." I set my salad down and wrap my love into a tight hug! "Babe, I texted you!" She pulls out her phone and laughs.

"You said: "Sofia gave me homework come save me or I'll die!"

"It's true! You saved me!" I cheer, leaning down to kiss her lovely lips. Tasting her wiped-off lipstick from today's shoot. "Is that the salad you made this morning I taste?" I fake confusion. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She giggles and falls into me.

Liz POV

"It's my pick for a movie, right?" Y/N yells out from the kitchen to where I am in the trailer's bedroom. I try my hardest not to stay in these, but filming this show for HBO has been running an early toll, so it's easier sometimes. Plus, Y/N doesn't mind hanging out in it when she doesn't want to see me act.. Well.. Like a murderer.

"I believe so!" I yell back as she steps into the room with a bowl of popcorn. "Good! Close your eyes." I immediately shut them as a handful of popcorn gets placed in my mouth. "Hold on. Keep them closed." I hear the TV clicking and the sound of Netflix loading up. "Okay, annnnddd open!"

Mama Mia starts playing on screen, much to my girlfriend's delight seeing me squeal in happiness! "You said you had never seen it before, and since you've been humming ABBA for the last two weeks, I figured tonight was the perfect opportunity."

"I love it!" I pull her waist closer to me and plant a kiss on her temple. "And you."

"I love you too, Liz. Now shhh, get ready to have your life changed for the better."

"What?" I cock my head to my right as I see Y/N casted in the blue glow from the TV in the room. She laughs to herself. "Sorry, I just thought of a stupid joke."

"Well, you know the rules." I grab the remote from her lap and pause the movie on Meryl Streeps beautiful face. "Enlighten me."

Y/N picks at the comforter. "Why are chickens so good at drumming?" She quietly mumbled her way through the "joke," but I heard it. I smile brightly in the dark of our room. "Why?" She looks up to me and sends me a cheesy smile. "Because they have drumsticks."

I throw my head back and laugh like a little kid, as if it's the first time I heard it. It's not, but it's said from someone who I love and who loves me.

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October 28th, 2021

Lizzie Olsen has been spotted taking a break from filming her latest show Love & Death, in Austin, Texas, today with her musician girlfriend and rumored assistant(?) Y/N Y/L/N.

According to a fan who waited on them at a local restaurant, they said the two were the kindest and funniest customers they have ever had. When asked for a photo, they very apologetically said no.

All of this to say she's out of her cave!!

Sokvian Fortune Teller @user8 Omg, she's out!! Date night!??

Ellie ❤️ @Hole4TaylorSloane Ahhhhh I saw them at the restaurant!!!

Wanda's gf @OlsenMyOlsen @Hole4TaylorSloane What did they get?? I KNOW it's weird but I gotta know

Ellie ❤️ @Hole4TaylorSloane @OlsenMyOlsen From what I could see Lizzie got a salad but Y/N got tacos that Lizzie kept stealing bites from 🥺🥺🥺

Kenzie Greene @happywandaplease Y/N and Lizzie are having a date night while i'm alone with my cat i'm gonna kms

Dalia @scrunchnoselizzie I need Y/N to start having mother outside of her cave more pleeasseee

A/N Who's ready for Y/N and Lizzie's future?!

Part 35