You met her on your eighteenth birthday.
She was twenty at the time.
That's when it started to feel like she was the reason your heart would beat.
Sometimes you lost sleep over her, overthinking about what she was doing alone at her house.
your mind would race at the thought of her, her laugh, her smile, her body, her voice.
But when you both had to see each other at work everyday, you were invisible to her. Everyone else on set would acknowledge you, except from Scarlett.
When you got home that was a whole other story, she wouldn't stop texting, or calling. Of course you texted back, but they were very blunt replies because you don't want to come off too strong.
*messages*
scarlett: hey, it was good to see you today.
y
: not that you would know tho
scarlett: what do you mean y
?
y/n: you haven't spoken to me once scarlett, that's what I mean.
scarlett: I was busy...
y
: yeah, too busy flirting with evans. but then If I was talking to someone else you would drag me away, I don't get what you want from me.
scarlett: I love you
y
: no you don't, you love the thought of me.
