Wherever You Will Go (Elizabeth Olsen x Female Reader)

Breakfast

Y/N's POV

I woke up to the relentless buzz of my alarm clock, dragging myself out of a restless sleep. It was still dark outside, and the room felt unusually cold. I set my alarm early because I planned to pick Lizzie up at 6 a.m. for a surprise breakfast. I rolled out of bed and shuffled my way to the bathroom. A hot shower was just what I needed to shake off the grogginess, and I let the steam envelop me as I thought about the day ahead.

After drying off, I slipped into my casual wear—well-worn jeans and a simple shirt—layering a leather jacket on top. The jacket always made me feel a bit more confident, like a second skin. I checked myself in the mirror, giving a small nod of approval before heading downstairs.

The smell of breakfast greeted me as I descended the stairs. My dad was already in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon. He looked up with a knowing grin as I walked in.

"You're in a good mood this morning," he remarked, placing a steaming plate in front of me.

I barely had time to process it before he pulled the plate away. "Oh, so no need for this?" he teased.

I quickly reached out, grabbing the plate from him. "No. I'm hungry as fuck," I shot back, trying to mask my impatience with a smirk.

My dad chuckled, shaking his head as he watched me devour the breakfast. "You nervous about being back at school?" he asked, his tone light but curious.

I scoffed as I took a bite of my pancakes. "No. I'm fine. But, um, Dad, do you know a David Olsen?" I asked, trying to sound casual, though I could feel my heart rate quicken.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he paused mid-swipe with a napkin. "Yeah. He's a jerk. Why do you ask?"

I could see the wheels turning in his head as he processed my question. "Oh, you finally met the parents, huh?" he teased with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit defensive. "So, what really happened between you two? You know, you and David?"

My dad's face shifted into a more serious expression as he glanced at the clock. "Eat up, kid. I've got to run," he said, hurrying to grab his coat.

I could tell he wasn't going to give me a full answer, but his hurried departure only made me more curious. "Come on, Dad. Just a little more info?"

He was already halfway out the door, though, tossing a last bit of advice over his shoulder. "We had a falling out over something stupid. It's ancient history. Focus on your breakfast and don't let it get to you."

With that, he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I finished eating quickly, my mind racing as I grabbed my things. I slung my leather jacket over my shoulders, grabbed my helmet, and headed out to my motorcycle. The engine roared to life as I revved it, the vibrations grounding me as I pulled out of the driveway.

The ride to Lizzie's house was a blue of early morning fog and the hum of the engine. As I approached her place, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was going to be special, and I hoped she'd love the surprise I had planned.

I knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the stillness of the early morning. My heart was pounding a little harder than usual, but I kept my expression calm as I waited. The door swung open, and there stood Ashley, her expression mildly curious.

"I'm here for your sister," I said with a friendly smile, my fingers fiddling with the strap of my helmet. I was trying to stay cool, but there was a slight edge to my voice that I hoped she didn't notice.

Ashley's face shifted into something more guarded. "MK's crying right now and doesn't want to see you," she said, her tone flat as if that was the final word on the matter.