୭̥⋆*｡✽ 𝑳𝑨 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑼𝑿 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑼𝑹𝑺 ───
━━━━ ̥୭̥⋆*｡✽ Lita Meyers, a flower
shop owner in NYC stumbles into actress
Scarlett Johansson one day. they'll probably
never see each other again, but one thing
tells me it is not the end of their st...
"HI, YOU'VE REACHED SCARLETT. I'M UNAVAILABLE RIGHT NOW–"
I want to throw my phone against the wall as Scarlett doesn't pick up again. But I can't afford a new one, so I just settle on letting it fall on the cushion next to me. An exaggerated sigh escapes my lips as I feel tears well up in my eyes.
I can't do this.
I feel a hand on my knee, forcing me to stop tapping my foot and bouncing my knee. "Still not picking up?" Leah asks. We both know it's a stupid question, but I assume she just wants to fill the uncomfortable silence that we both find ourselves in.
After the pictures dropped, I closed the shop for the rest of the day. Having my name out is one thing... I still had some kind of anonymity, nobody really knew what I looked like or where I lived and work, but my business is now easily identifiable as it is featured on a few of the pictures that were leaked.
I can't believe this happened. I feel so violated. Paparazzi pictures were one thing. Even though it is annoying, I was expecting it. But my personnel pictures from my office? It's way more than just snapping a couple pictures when Scarlett and I are out and about.
It feels so surreal that I'm not even sure I actually understand what happened. I can't even begin to wrap my head around the fact that Kyle stole those pictures even though I saw it with my own eyes thanks to security cameras. And I can't believe someone was even willing to pay for this and Kyle made money out of it.
I understand business is business, but surely people have some boundaries they wouldn't cross.
"Nope." I give a short and clipped answer, my tone sharp and harsher than I intended. I need to be careful, Leah didn't do anything, I shouldn't lash out on her. She doesn't deserve to be the receiving end of my anger.
My phone next to me vibrates and the scree lights up every few minutes but still nothing from Scarlett. They're mostly text from everybody else but her.
IRELAND : That's it! I'm coming ov... ELIZABETH (OLSEN) : I saw the news, let me know if yo... IDIOT N°1 : We know it wasn't your faul... RACHEL NOT GREEN : We're here for you ❤️ IDIOT N°3 : It's all going to be okay! PRINCE ERIC :Your mom is worried, we all ar... MAMAN : Rappelle nous dès que possible. DAD :Whose ass do I need to kic...
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As sweet as they all are, I need to talk to Scarlett right now. I can't stop but wonder what she's doing. I mean... She's probably handling it, but I wish she would at the very least keep me in the loop. It's not just her life and career involve, but mine also.
"This is all my fault." I mutter, mainly to myself as I seem to forget Leah is right there next to me, holding my hands in hers to help me stay grounded.
