When twenty-eight-year-old Sebastian Stan scores a huge role for Marvel's newest superhero origin movie, secretly dedicated to his best friend's cute obsession with the comics, both Sebastian and (y/n) meet "some guy" from Boston and (y/n) falls in...
"Oh, uhm, have a safe trip back!" I say, waving as they walked off. A small ping! sound came from my phone and I checked it to see Lana texted me.
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I groaned. Grabbing my bag, I marched over to the car, pulling the door open and plopping down on the seat angrily, making sure that the door closes with a angry bam.
"You angry sweetheart?"
"No, those were just effects." I deadpanned, the disgusting smell of Sebastian's cigarette wafting up into my nostrils, despite having both windows open. I scrunch my nose and hold a hand over my mouth and nose, glaring at the man beside me. "And you're smoking in the car! Now I'm mad!"
Seb starts driving and hangs his hand out of the window, saying sorry. He knows how much I hate the smell of smoke and how I get dizzy in the car. Seb rarely smokes because of it and promised me he would smoke a bud when necessary like when modeling (some women apparently dig men who smoke) or when he's stressed.
So he's probably stressed. Or drunk. Well, he's not one to get drunk in broad daylight and even drunk as hell you could never get him behind the steering wheel, sooo... he's stressed..?
I put my hand on top of his, which rested on the gearshift. "You okay though?"
He forces a smile, only making my frown deepen. "I'm okay doll. Just wanted to spend time with you."
This wasn't like Sebastian at all. He seemed more down in the dumps than ever. Did Chris already tell him? I let the issue go and let him take me out, probably I can ask him about it later. I keep my hand on his though, making sure to caress my thumb over his knuckles in hopes of easing down the stress.
• • •
The whole day went alright, everything seemed normal, but Sebastian was still... quiet whenever I brought it up. We went into this thrift shop where he got me a silk scarf bandana, and I got him a silver ring with the words 'single but i put a ring on it' engraved inside it. I never got why he never wore rings anymore. I always thought it made him feel cooler, and I found the ring funny, which is why I bought it, also in hopes of sparking the small ring obsession he had when we were younger. I guess I was lucky enough that even he wore it, sitting pretty on his left middle finger.
Tonight we had takeout and pizza since I was too lazy to make anything and Sebastian craved pizza tonight. I didn't mind pizza tonight, as long as we didn't order a (least/fav/pizza topping) one. We ate at the dining table, sitting beside each other while I told him about what happened earlier, why I was so agitated this lunch.
"Well, they understand. They just need something to bug you with sweetheart," Sebastian chuckled as he wiped his mouth with his tissue. "You wanna do something tomorrow? Six Flags? Museum?" he asked, an excited glint in his eyes. I bite my lip and look down sadly, hesitantly meeting his, the glint slowly fading away as he tried to figure out my expression.
