My Twin Flame | Scarlett Johansson

24: Chicago: Day Two

I was anxious all day whilst we were doing press. My mind kept drifting to Scarlett, was she okay? Was she actually resting or was she working? Had she spoken to Rose? Was she upset after speaking to Rose because I know she misses her? Is Rose okay? I tried my best to pay attention to the questions and give them actual answers and not just broken sentences.

"Go to the hotel, Lottie. Get some rest, you're clearly tired." The manager of the press event told me. "Huh?" I say confused, I felt well-rested actually. "Your heads not in it. Go to the hotel get some shut-eye." I nodded slowly. "Cars waiting." "Lucky," Florence complained. "Can I have your shoes?" She asked taking her heels off. I went for the classic converse. "Sure." I kicked my shoes off and let her take them. "No socks?" I rolled my eyes and threw them at her slipping her heels on. "You're the best." She kissed my cheek leaving her lipstick on it. "Thanks for that," I say rolling my eyes.

I go out to the car and pose for a few pictures before leaving quickly in the car. I go straight up to Scarlett's room and use the spear key card she gave me and let myself in. I kick my shoes off and try and be quiet, the lights were off so I assumed she was sleeping. I grab a hoodie and go into the bathroom to change. I fold Scar's clothes up that I borrowed today and took my make-up off  and tied my hair up before going into the main room. I see her fast asleep in my hoodie on the bed cuddling a pillow, I lay beside her before spooning her. She rolled immediately in my arms and snuggled into me. I adjusted the covers so I was warm whilst we slept.

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"You're staring Johansson," I tell her my eyes still closed but I could feel her eyes on me. "I can't help it." She says back her voice still horsed so I know she's not long just woke up, she hated her morning voice because it was deeper than her regular one and a little more scratchy. I thought it was sexy.

I opened my eye slightly and she was looking up at me. "You're home early." I nodded. "Why?" "I couldn't focus, got sent home," I admit closing my eyes again. "You can't focus without me...You're obsessed." She teased. "I was worried about you," I tell her. "You don't have to be." "I know, I know. I just care" "Aww aren't you a sweetie pie." "Shut up." I silence her teasing.

"Did anyone say anything when you left?" "Florence stole my trainers. and Socks, but that's it really." I tell her blinking my eyes open adjusting to the light in the room. Scarlett had turned the lamp on. "She's been very attached to you since you told them you were dating someone." "Yeah, she tends to do that," I tell her. Florence and I had history, a lot of it as friends as girlfriends, and we both know that when one of us gets in a new relationship we pull apart. Which isn't so bad when we weren't working together, or living together, or in the same city. It'll just be a few more phone calls and texts, maybe a spontaneous trip to see me. But now we are in the same place so it's presenting differently. "I don't like it." "I'll talk to her okay." She nodded.

"What do you guys do in the hotel room?" "Sleep?" I say cocking an eyebrow at her. "We spend a lot of time in there. And you share and shower." "You think we shower together?" I asked with a smirk. "No, we don't we prefer having baths." "You're a bitch." She says rolling off me and I laugh whilst trying to be offended.  "We sit in our bed, watching trashy TV, talking about utter rubbish and eating," I tell her.

"You share a bed?" "We're sharing a room." I shrugged. "Do you cuddle with her?" "No," I tell her honestly. Florence would roll over in her sleep and lay her arm over me and I'd remove it but Scar doesn't need to know that part. The look on her face now I feel like she wouldn't take it too well. Scar was the jealous type and I sometimes got a little overwhelmed by it. It gets tiring reassuring her all the time. But I understand it's the way she is. And I love her so I'll keep doing it for her. "Has she tried to kiss you or-"Scarlett, do you trust me?" I asked her sitting up to face her she frowned and tilted her head. "Of course I do." I nodded. "Then trust me. There's nothing between Florence and me. We're just friends." "You were just friends when you were sleeping together too."