𝑳𝑨 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑼𝑿 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑼𝑹𝑺

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july 23rd, 2018
LITA

SHE'S TALKING. She goes on and one about something. I can see her lips moving, but I can't hear what it's being said. That is until her hand touches my cheek and everything goes quiet, my mind is silent.

"Lita did you hear me?"

No.

I didn't, and I don't want to, I can't bear the thought of hearing those words. However she phrased it, it'll mean the same thing she doesn't want me.

Rejection.

It's an inevitable part of life, but this one hurts a million times more than when I wasn't chosen for the softball team in middle school. If I listen closely I think I can literally hear my heart shattering. Yes. This is in fact, the worst heartbreak I have ever been through.

I can feel her eyes on me, her beautiful, sparkling green eyes that light up my life... or I guess they used to. I can't look up, I can't face her. I almost flinch as I feel her fingers run through my hair.

Just look up Lita, you'll have to face her at some point...

"Hey... There you are!" She exclaims as soon as my eyes make contact with her green ones. "I was going on and on about how much I wanna be with you, but I guess you were lost in a world of your own, huh?"

"You want to be with me?" I whisper, still slightly shocked and overwhelmed. I'm going to look even more stupid if I heard that wrong. Could I actually look any more stupid at this point? Probably not.

"Yep! That's what I said."

This still isn't making any sense! I hope I'm not on one of those secret prank shows. Oh god I am, am I? Would Scarlett do that to me?

"You..." I say, pointing towards her despite my mother telling me again and again 'pointing is rude, Lita, we don't do that' when I was a child, I still do it. "You. Scarlett Johansson, want to be with me?"

This cannot be true.

"Lita..." I look back down at my hands, here it comes.

"Lita Meyer, listen to me. I, Scarlett Johansson, want to be with you. I want to go on dates, I want to pick you up after work, I want to come home to you and Rose every single day. I want the fights, and the headaches and the days where we just co exist, the cuddles, the chores, the grocery shopping. I want everything.  I want you. I want it all."

"Why does it sound like we're getting married?!" I try to joke to deflect from my heart battering against my chest. I know I see Scarlett's little smirk but it disappears again.

"Lita, don't do that. But I mean, hey... Who knows." We both giggle like school girls, which calms me the tiniest little bit.

"I somehow still believe I'm going to wake up in about 20 seconds and this is going to be the best and worst dream I've ever had." I admit quietly, kind of hoping she doesn't actually hear.

"OW!" She just pinched me. She actually just pinched me. "How old are you 5?!"

"It's not a dream, cherry." Cherry? I don't understand... ohhh.

"It's chérie, mon ange. But very cute!" I tease her a little. [translation : darling]

"You're a dork, you know that!" Scarlett rolls her eyes at me.

"But I'm your dork?" I reply perhaps a little too bold and assumptious.

"Yeah, you're my dork!"

Wow.

I lean easily into her arms, laying my head on her shoulder. I feel her arms wrapped around me, and I feel safe and truly happy, letting out a satisfied sigh that made Scarlett giggle. We just stay like this for a while. It may have been a minute or ten... We just stay like this, until Scarlett's stomach rumble. "Wow, someone's hungry. Come on, what do you want to eat?"