Invisible String (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem Reader)

I'm Sorry

Flo smirked, looking eerily like Scarlett. She must have picked it up from her while they were filming. "Something, huh? So a girl is the reason for your sour mood."

"Kind of, yeah. But that's my own thing to deal with. What did you want to do for lunch?"

The blonde bounced down the steps until she was standing next to me, looping her arm through mine before pulling me back in the direction of the studio. "I'm sure it'll all work out. But there's this food truck that's been here since we started filming and their street tacos are to die for. You have to try them."

I let her guide me, smiling and joining on the conversation that seemed to flow. She was honestly one of the sweetest people I'd ever met. I could see us easily becoming really good friends.

"Y/N?"

The voice interrupted me just as I was fixing to respond to Flo's question, my head snapping around to see Lizzie staring at me confusingly. I frowned slightly, wracking my brain because I could have sworn she said she wasn't filming today. "Hey. I thought you said you'd be off set today?"

Lizzie glanced between me and Flo before shifting her weight slightly. "I was supposed to be, but they called me in to see if I'd refilm a scene. What are you doing here?"

I felt Flo release my arm, my attention turning my attention back to the younger girl. "I'll let you two talk. I'll meet you by the entrance, Y/N. It was good seeing you again, Lizzie."

Lizzie didn't respond, her green eyes staring straight at me. I suddenly felt a little smaller, like I was in trouble or something. I cleared my throat, feeling the awkward tension between us. I definitely didn't like this. I didn't want to associate this feeling with Lizzie. Ever. "I didn't know you'd be here."

She raised an eyebrow, looking very intimidating and very angry for some reason. I rubbed at the back of my neck, wondering how to approach this version of the blonde as I jabbed my thumb back to where I'd seen Flo walk off. "I, uh. Florence asked me to get lunch."

Lizzie's eyes flicked over my shoulder for a split second before they settled back on me, their usual warmth replaced by something I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Sounds like fun."

I forced myself not to grimace at her tone, her voice hard and icy. I don't know what had put the blonde in such a bad mood, and wanted nothing more than to stay and figure it out, but my thoughts were too clouded for that just yet. "Okay, well. I'll call you when I get home. Is that okay?"

"Sure. Bye, Y/N."

I let out a sigh when the blonde turned on her heel, practically stomping off in the direction of her trailer. I kept my feet firmly planted where I was, shoving my hands in my pockets as I watched the woman walk away. Everything in me was telling me to follow her and talk to her, to tell her about my thoughts and fears and to also question her sudden coldness towards me, but I stayed put.

Kicking at the black top with the toe of my shoe, I started off in the direction of the gate, feeling more shitty than I had earlier. As promised, Flo was waiting for me, her smile not as bright as before, a takeout bag in one of her hands. "You good?"

I nodded, following as she led me to an outdoor dining area. I sat in the seat opposite her, sinking down in my seat a little. "Yeah. I'm fine."

She didn't question me further, thankfully, and lunch went on without any more distractions or issues. I'd answered most of Flo's questions as I could, my mind a thousand miles away. When it was time for her to head back to work, I gave her a quick hug and made a promise to do this again before she disappeared wherever she needed to go.