• Troublesome • Rhett x Reader •

• Chapter Twenty •

"Mistook me for someone else?" He fixes his glasses and blinks down at me. "Look, I don't know if you recognize me, but I'm sorta a big deal. It'd be embarassing for you not to, love."

"Uhhhhh... Sure. Alright." I start turning around.

"What? Haven't you seen me on TV?" He fumbles over himself. "I was interviewed by Jimmy Fallon? James Cordon, too-"

"Good for you, sorry for yelling at you, bye!" I head for the door.

"I- I also had a TV show! And a few movies! Wait! I'm a celebrity! You don't want a photograph?"

I shut the door behind me and make a beeline for the car.

"Psh, if you were such a celebrity you wouldn't be buying gas station sushi..." I snark to myself as I hop into the drivers seat and start heading to Nicky's place.

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"Hey, girl." Nicole answers the door, wearing flashy hoop earrings, gradient pink eyeshadow, faux leather cropped jacket, and black leggings that make her ass look all that much jucier. If I were ignorant, I'd assume she's attempting to lure in another boyfriend or girlfriend. But I know better, and that women can dress how they want without impressing people. "Don't question the outfit. Jackie's here. You know I love her to death."

Oh.

"Well, you look good. You should dress like this more often."

"Oh, you really think so?"

"Yep. So," I hoist the bags over to her. "Here you go. We'll have to do with several kinds of chips and one box of cheap cookies. I stopped at a gas station, but... Couldn't find anything good."

"They'll make do. Plus, I made fudge."

"You made... Why did I offer to get snacks again?!" We laugh together as we enter the living room full of people, well, living.

I recognize a few of Nicky's friends, and, of course, Jackie right off the bat. Her hair is a long, straight, glistening black and her eyes are a stunning blue that are noticable from across the room. She wears a white crop top above red high-rise skinny jeans. Nicole vanishes from my side and makes herself comfortable beside Jackie. I grab some fudge from one of the trays in the kicten and find a quiet spot against the wall in the main hallway.

Everyone had crowded around Nicky, some sitting on the same couch, some girl sitting on the arm of the couch, two guys sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. And whoever couldn't muscle their way in for one reason or another, found themselves on another couch by themselves or at the dining table.

As soon as the chips hit the table they were as good as gone. This guy in a snapback claimed a whole bag for himself, eating a handful at a time without any dip like some maniac. I hope she doesn't have any water bottles. Enjoy the sodium soaking up your body liquids, hog.

I finish the first square of the rich fudge and move onto next, and then the next, absentmindedly watching the silent wall-mounted TV. On it, some biased news channel praising some Republican candidate for Senate. Popping the rest of the fudge in my mouth, I search for the remote. Who puts the news on for a party? Old people. That's who.

By the time I locate the remote, which is nuzzled between the sofa cushions, I feel the urge to fall on my ass. Being around a lot of people in a single room is a bit exhausting. So I lean back against the glossy paint of the wall and switch the channel over to a more popular music channel, turning the volume up a bit. People immediately look a bit happier, not that they didn't before. People talk amongst each other, and Nicky tells a story to her group of minions. I ease my way closer to the circle, looming around their backs to listen in.