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first chapter!! I hope you guys like it!! this is super new to me so please let me know if you have any ideas or suggestions!!
Y/N POV
I finally get off the plane and find myself in the very overwhelming JFK airport. I spent the last week with my family and friends back at home, which was refreshing; but I am very happy to get back to my apartment in New York City. Although it's not much, it finally feels like home.
As I finally reach the gate, I remember to turn my phone off of airplane mode. As soon as I do, I get a text from my childhood best friend, Taylor.
tay <3
hi
what was up with you this week?
I knew you wouldn't tell me if I asked while you were here
so, talk to me now, what's up?
I read her texts and laugh a little. She knows me too well. I ignore the text for now because I don't want to get into this while I'm still at the airport knowing it will be a long conversation. Then I feel myself get another text.
tay <3
you have your read receipts on lol
text back or call me
y/n
ok I'm sorry
you're right, I was feeling off all week.
remember how I was telling you a while ago that I don't even know myself?
well, I'm starting to learn about myself, and boy is it hard.
I'm sorry, I didn't want to talk about it and ruin the short week I had at home.
tay <3
you did nothing wrong, no need to apologize.
ok, so what have you learned about yourself so far?
y/n
ok I'm just going to ft you for a quick summary because I'm still at the airport
Incoming facetime from tay <3
Taylor: Okay tell me what's going on.
As she talks, I take my mask off so she can see my face and I move to a corner where there's only one other woman. I don't pay too much attention to the other woman. She has a mask, sunglasses, and headphones in, so I'm not worried about her hearing this personal conversation.
y/n: Okay long story short I'm just really fucking lonely. Not only do I not know myself but most of the people around me don't know me either. I know that's my fault for not opening up, but it still sucks. For a while, I couldn't figure out why I feel like I'm incapable of opening up to people, but I think I finally figured it out. As you know, my older sister has been addicted to drugs since I was seven. Since she's 11 years older than me, I looked up to her and admired her growing up. When she left the first time, I was crushed. She came back, then left, came back, then left, over and over again. Each time she came back I immediately let her back in and opened up to her. But she still left. Every goddamn time. It's like she conditioned me to never open up to anyone again. She convinced me I'm not worth sticking around. She made me feel I'm not worthy of love. Because of her, I don't open up to any of my friends and lose them over time. Why would they want to stick around with such a surface-level person? You only know me so well because I've been around you for most of my life. I can't even get a significant other because the thought of getting that close to someone terrifies me.
I don't even realize the tears streaming down my face. I can't breathe. Am I talking too loud? How long have I been ranting? I see Taylor's eyes soften as she watches me catch my breath.
Taylor: Oh y/n. I am so sorry.
y/n: Taylor, I'm sorry I have to go. I love you. Bye.
Before she has the chance to respond, I hang up. I run my hands through my hair and try to catch my breath. I wipe the tears off of my cheeks and finally allow myself to get up off the floor. I didn't even realize I had been on the ground. I look up from my phone to see the woman I saw before take off her sunglasses and look me right in the eyes with sympathy. She must have heard my conversation. Before I can become embarrassed, I realize who is staring at me. I almost faint. I would know those emerald eyes anywhere. Before I can censor myself, I blurt out,
"Elizabeth fucking Olsen!" I managed to keep my voice low enough to not attract any unwanted attention to her. She smiles at me and my heart flutters.
"How could you tell it was me?" she softly asks as she moves closer to me, smiling. She takes off her mask after her cover is blown.
I can barely breathe, but I work hard to keep my composer, so she doesn't feel uncomfortable. "Um, I would recognize you anywhere! You're my favorite Avenger! Or I should say you play my favorite Avenger. I'm sorry, I'm sure it's weird hearing people refer to you as the characters you play. Does that make you uncomfortable when people do that? I'm sorry, I'm rambling now and that was a super personal question," I trail off. Why am talking so much? Why did I ask her that? I go to walk away because I am sure I made her uncomfortable but am stopped by her voice.
"Yes, it does feel weird when people do that. Sometimes I have to remind myself I'm not a superhero, I'm just me," she admits. I wonder why she's telling me this and I'm taken back by her honest response. Again, before thinking, I just speak.
"Just you??" I ask with bulging eyes. She puts her head down to hide her sad, shy smile and plays with her rings. "I know I don't know you personally, but there are a few things I do know about you. I know you are insanely talented, incredibly passionate, extremely hardworking, truly kind, and not to mention the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. Don't forget, you're Elizabeth fucking Olsen," I finish with a chuckle trying to make her smile again. Thankfully, she looks back up at me with a smile and I am very relieved she didn't think my rant about her was too much.
"Wow. Thank you." She replies with a blush. Did I just make Elizabeth Olsen blush?
"Like I was saying, you play my favorite Avenger, and I'm not just saying that because you're standing in front of me," I say with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. "I just love Wanda so much. She is just so badass! She's always trying her hardest to protect the people around her. She is a bottomless well of sadness, which I guess I can relate to, so I just want to give her a big hug and make her happy. I'm sorry I'm rambling again. I ramble when I get nervous," I blush at my admission. "Anyway, I wear this ring that's shaped like Wanda's crown every day." I hold out my hand to show her the ring on my finger. To my delight, she takes my hand in hers to examine the ring. Butterflies swarm my stomach.
As she's looking at my ring, I take the chance to look into her eyes. They're just so goddamn beautiful and green. They sparkle as she looks at the ring excitedly.
"I absolutely love it. Where did you get it? I want one!" She says, pulling me out of the trance I found myself in her eyes.
"I got it as a gift so I'm not sure where it's from." Before I lose the nerve, I take the ring off of my finger and I blurt out, "Hey, I have an idea. You take the ring! I'll find out where my friend got this from and order another one for myself!" I place the ring in her hand. I want her to have something to remember this little interaction. Maybe she'll even remember me when she looks at the ring. She shakes her head, not accepting the gift.
"Hey, I have an idea," she smiles as she copies me, "You take your ring back and I'll buy the new one for myself."
I frown as I say, "but we don't know where I got it from. How are you going to get one?"
She pauses for a beat then reaches out her hand and I look at her questioningly, confused as to what she wants from me.
"Your phone. Give me your phone!" She demands with a chuckle. A woman who knows what she wants... very sexy. Oh god, why am I thinking like that? I'm no better than a man. I shake my head at the intrusive thought. I comply and immediately hand my phone to her.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Putting my number in your phone. You can text me where you got the ring from when you figure it out. Then I can get one for myself!" She says this as if it's no big deal. She hands me my phone back and says, "okay well I have to get going. Text me when you get home safe. Then I'll have your number when you find out where the ring is from. It was nice meeting you..." She trails off, inflecting her voice waiting for me to tell her my name.
"Y/n. Y/n Y/ln." She takes a second to stare at me, then smiles. As I turn to walk away, I say teasingly, "it was nice meeting you too Angel Eyes!" I have no idea where this burst of confidence came from, but it was immediately worth the risk. Her mesmerizing eyes light up and she smiles her signature smile.
"Angel Eyes?" She questions with a smirk.
"It's a new nickname I'm trying out. I recognized you from your one-of-a-kind eyes, so it's only fitting. Is that okay?" I ask as I turn around to walk backward, facing her, waiting for her answer.
"Yes, it is. Goodbye Y/n!" She finally calls out.
I turn around with a smile and cannot believe what just happened. I put my mask back on as I walk away. Thank God the mask is covering my face because I'm smiling like an idiot. If everyone could see my face, they'd think I was crazy. I just had a conversation with my celebrity crush. Well, to be perfectly honest, I mostly just talked at her, but still! She must not have been totally scared off because she put her number in my phone. I HAVE ELIZABETH OLSENS NUMBER. Okay, I need to calm down. I finally make my way out of the airport get into the Uber that I had set up before.
note: like I said, this is my first story and first chapter so pls let me know if anything is confusing or you have any suggestions!! I'm using a lot of personal experiences in this story so sorry if you can't relate. i’ll be posting chapters every few days! thanks again!!!