The next few days were exhausting. Brie took me all over LA, or at least that's what it felt like.
We went shopping, went out to eat at restaurants I'd never try by myself, and went sightseeing at the typical tourist attractions the state had to offer.
It was now the night of the party and, quite frankly, I was terrified. I was in my hotel room, pacing, waiting for Brie to come and pick me up, but I wasn't even dressed yet. I couldn't choose an outfit to save my life. She told me it was casual, but what is casual to a bunch of celebrities?
I bit my lip as I examined the clothing I brought with me. It was mostly graphic tees, hoodies and joggers that I owned, so casual is all that I really had anyway. I just didn't want to look or feel out of place.
I took a random shirt and a pair of black joggers and went into the bathroom, cleaning up a bit before getting dressed. As I reentered the living area there was a knock on the door, no doubt it was Brie.
I opened the door and there she stood, dressed just about as casually as I was. She looked me up and down and shot me a sly smile.
"Lookin' good, Y/N."
"Thanks." I smiled, moving to the side so she could enter the room. "You look really good too. Lemme just grab my phone and we can go."
She nodded at my words, standing at the door as I walked over to the bed and grabbed my phone and hotel key off the nightstand. I pat my pockets, checking for my wallet and double checking that I had everything before turning back to her and gesturing for her to leave.
"Ladies first." I smirked and she scoffed at me.
"Then why am I leaving before you?"
"That's 'cos I'm a gentlewoman and you're not."
"Yeah, 'cos gentlewomen wear snapbacks to parties."
"Wait," I stopped dead in my tracks and she turned to look at me. "Should I not? I could take it off."
She approached me, looking at my face intently. She reached up to grab me by the chin, turning my head in different directions so she could see me from all angles. It was a little intimidating to be honest. She gave me a small smile and tapped my nose gently.
"It suits you. You look cute. C'mon."
I watched her walk down the hall towards the elevator for a split second before following her, closing my room door securely behind me. What the hell was that about? I shook myself out of my thoughts and joined her in wait for the elevator to reach our floor.
"You excited?" She asked, staring straight ahead at the closed doors.
"Yeah," I smiled slightly, thinking about all the things that could possibly happen tonight. "I like making new friends. I'm just not very good at it."
"Selling yourself short again." She shook her head and gave me a playful smirk. "Don't you remember what happened last time?"
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks at her words. Despite waking up with a hangover the next day, I did remember that she wanted to kiss me that night.
"Yeah, you struck me down in cold blood." I teased and she laughed underneath her breath, not wanting me to know she was laughing.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened for us. We entered and went down to the lobby, where she had a car waiting for us out front.
"You're not driving?" I asked and she shook her head.
"I plan on drinking, so I asked my usual driver to take us. Frank, this is Y/N. Y/N, Frank." She introduced us and I waved to him shyly as we both got into the backseat.
"How far is it?"
"From here?" She thought for a second. "About 10 minutes."
"Where are we going?"
"A lot of questions tonight, huh?" She bumped our shoulders and I bumped hers right back, causing her to laugh. "The producers of the film rented out this small club for the night so the cast, crew, and whoever else was invited could party without an audience."
She looked at me from the corner of her eye and I tried not to notice how often she actually looked at me.
"You're probably the only person that'll be there with absolutely no Marvel connections at all."
"You're my Marvel connection." I smiled up at her and she shook her head, clearly amused with me.
"I sure am."
We sat in silence for a few moments before finally pulling up at the club. She said "small" and I expected it to be small. This was huge.
"C'mon." She called to me and I realized I was still sitting in the car while she was already waiting outside.
I climbed out and looked up at the building before I felt her tug on the sleeve of my shirt, dragging me to the front door. We entered with no issues, her being Brie Larson and me being attached to Brie Larson. She kept me close as we walked through the crowds of people, and I suddenly became very aware of just how many people it took to work on a movie.
I nervously clung to her arm, not really being used to large crowds all so close together like this. There was almost no room to breathe.
She greeted people as we made our way to the back end of the club where she had obviously spotted her former co-stars. She waved animatedly at people I couldn't see and picked up her pace, which I did my best to match. She had energy I could only dream of.
In front of us was a few tables put together with a bunch of people just talking, drinking, and enjoying each other's company. It would seem like a normal scene, except for the fact that all of these people were some of Marvel's greatest actors.
Brie introduced me to everyone generally and I waved, completely overwhelmed at the amount of people I was meeting and I was momentarily thankful that I already knew most, if not all, of their names. She then took me around and introduced me to her friends personally and I did my best to keep my cool.
They were all very nice to me, very polite and Chris Evans even offered to buy me a drink, which I accepted. While he was off fetching me a drink of some kind, Brie introduced me to the last group - the one that got my stomach all tied up in knots.
"Y/N, this is Scarlett, Colin, Elizabeth, and Robbie."
"H-hi." I stuttered like an idiot, my eyes glued to the green-eyed beauty sitting not ten feet away from me.
She smiled brightly, extending her hand out for me to shake. She was the only one that offered her hand to me and I took it, hoping that my palm wasn't sweaty and that I wasn't shaking too badly.
Her hands were small and soft, quite like my own, and it kind of felt like they fit perfectly together.
"Brie told me she was bringing someone special with her." I gave Brie a look and she shrugged.
"Are you guys dating?" The man beside Elizabeth spoke and she elbowed him in his side, which he ignored.
I shook my head and a moment later Brie spoke.
"Robbie, people have friends. You should get some and see what it's like."
My eyes widened at her words. She had a smile on her face and Elizabeth looked embarrassed. Robbie, on the other hand, seemed used to Brie's banter and completely ignored her, going back to sipping on his beer.
Chris approached us with my drink and I thanked him. He took note of the awkward tension between Elizabeth and Brie and shook his head, walking away to hang out with everyone else. Oh god, why did Brie have to open her mouth and make things tense?
"I'm gonna get another beer." Robbie got up and made his way over to the bar, leaving us alone for the moment.
"Do you want a drink?" I asked Elizabeth and she shook her head.
"No, I'm driving tonight. Come sit!" She pat the spot next to her and I sat down, my whole body shaking with excitement and nervousness.
Brie stood for a moment before sitting on the other side of me, chatting up Scarlett and Colin.
"So, tell me about yourself." Elizabeth spoke to me and I nearly spit out my drink. She was actively trying to get to know me.
"Um ... well, what do you wanna know?" I chuckled nervously, swirling my drink around to distract myself from making a fool out of myself.
"Anything. Everything." She leaned her elbow on the table and placed her head in her hand, her eyes completely focused on me. "Brie says you met playing video games? Do you make them for a living?"
I shook my head, placing the drink on the table so I could discreetly fidget with my hands under the table.
"I play them, actually. Live for people to watch."
"What kind of games do you play?"
"All kinds. Do you play?"
"Oh no," she smiled at me. "But Robbie does sometimes so I know a little bit about them."
I nodded in understanding, bringing one of my hands back up to grab my drink and take a sip.
"If you ever want to learn more, I'm your gal. I-I mean, I can show you how to play stuff. Like CoD."
"CoD?" She questioned. If she noticed that I was nervous she didn't make it obvious.
"Call of Duty. Sorry, I'm so used to being around gamers that I forget about normal people sometimes." I laughed and she scrunched up her nose.
"I'd love to learn. I'm really competitive so I might become a monster when we play."
"I'm only competitive when it comes to Zombies. I'm not much of an online player."
"Is that how you met Brie?"
"Playing CoD? No. We played Fortnite. Well, actually we met because -"
Robbie returned at that moment, plopping down on the other side of Elizabeth and wrapping his free arm around her shoulders. She moved from her leaning position and sat up straight.
"I think I know you." Robbie spoke, pointing at me with his bottle.
"Do you?" I questioned, unsure as to how he could possibly know me.
"Yeah, Twitch made a post about you on Twitter the other day, didn't they? Saying how you raised $5,000 for charity with that one over there." He gestured to Brie and I nodded at his words.
"Yeah, that was me." I chuckled nervously, taking another sip of my drink.
"You raised $5,000 for charity?" Elizabeth asked surprised and I nodded.
"Brie helped though." I laughed.
"That's amazing." She spoke softly, awe evident in her gaze.
"Y/N here is amazing, Liz." Brie turned to butt into our conversation. "She organized the whole thing herself. I just weaseled my way in there for fun."
Brie nudged me with her elbow and I looked at her. She gestured to Elizabeth with her head and smiled.
"Tell Lizzie what character you played as when we played Fortnite."
My eyes shot down to the liquid in my glass, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Who?" She questioned, a smile gracing her beautiful face as she looked at me.
"Scarlet Witch." I mumbled and she placed her hand on my thigh, bouncing excitedly in her seat.
"Are you a fan?"
I shook my head and her expression went from excited to confused.
"Not of her." I looked up into her eyes and smiled, noticing the light blush that colored her cheeks.
"Y/N is a BIG admirer of yours, Liz."
I shot Brie yet another look and she smiled widely, taking a sip of the drink I hadn't realized that she had.
"I-I just ..." I tried to think of something to say to save myself. "I think you're beautiful."
Y/N, shut up.
"And smart and funny."
Elizabeth smiled, biting her lip and scrunching up her nose again. Holy shit, I was going to fall in love.
"Well, thank you, Y/N. I think you're beautiful and smart and funny too."
I completely malfunctioned at that very moment. She giggled at my reaction and I did my best to not turn into a puddle of mush at the sound.
"How long are you gonna be in LA?"
"Only another day or so."
"We should grab lunch before you go! It'll be fun."
"Y-yeah, sure." I smiled and she turned to grab her purse, digging around inside of it before pulling out her phone.
"Here," she handed it over to me. "Give me your number and we can meet up."
I stared at the phone in her hand for a moment before taking it from her, putting my name and number in her contacts before handing it back. She smiled at her phone before looking back up at me. If Robbie wasn't draped across her at the moment I probably would've gotten closer to her.
"Where do you live?"
"New York."
"New York! My sisters live there - I visit all the time!" She was really excited and I wasn't sure why. Did she really like me that much already?
"They have a clothing line, right? The Row?"
She nodded excitedly, clearly proud of the empire her sisters had built. We talked for a while with the occasional interruption from Robbie and Brie, the both of them a little more than tipsy.
When Brie became more intoxicated than I could handle, I apologized to Elizabeth, telling her I would be taking Brie home. She promised she'd text me in the morning and gave me a hug before I dragged Brie's drunk ass out of the club and over to the car.
I managed to get Brie up to my hotel room, stumbling and tripping over our own feet as we made our way over to the bed. I dropped her half conscious body onto the bed and stood in front of her for a moment, deciding that I would sleep on the pullout couch tonight instead of bunking with her.
I turned to fix up the couch when I heard Brie shuffling around.
"Y/N," she called to me, now sitting up on the bed. "Come here."
I approached her and she grabbed my waist to steady herself as she looked up at me.
"Did you have fun?"
"I did." I smiled down at her, pushing gently on her shoulders so that she would lay down and sleep. "We can talk about it tomorrow. You need sleep now."
She grabbed me by my arms and pulled herself up, pressing her lips to mine sloppily. I stood in shock as she kissed me, not even thinking to respond in any way. She pulled away from me, licking her lips and looking down at the ground before speaking.
"You really like her, don't you?"
"What?" I finally snapped out of my stupor, realizing she was now laying down on the bed, falling asleep.
"Don't fall in love with her." She murmured softly and I just stared at her as she fell asleep.
It might've been too late for that.