A/n: Last minute double update, enjoy :))

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The soft hum of the café filled the air, a low buzz of conversation blending with the clatter of plates and cups. I took a sip of my coffee, looking around and taking in the scene.

Florence sat across from me, her chin resting in her hand, her signature mischievous smirk already in place.

"So," she started, drawing the word out as her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "How was the big housewarming party?"

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my seat. "It was nice. The house is beautiful—exactly what you'd expect from Chris and Alba. Chris was his usual goofball self, showing everyone around like he built the place himself."

Florence raised her eyebrow, unimpressed. "Scar, you know damn well that's not what I'm asking."

I feigned confusion, stirring the foam in my latte. "I don't know what you mean." I said, looking down at the table, I didn't want to talk about it.

"Oh, don't play coy with me," Florence shot back, leaning forward, her elbows on the table. "I want to know about Y/n. How was seeing her for the first time since..." She trailed off, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

I sighed, setting my cup down. "It was fine. She was there, we talked. That's it."

"Uh-huh," Florence said, her grin widening. "And by 'fine,' you mean excruciatingly awkward, and by 'talked,' you mean stared longingly at each other across the room?" She smiled amused by herself.

I shot her a glare, which only made her laugh.

"Come on, Scar. Spill it. I need the tea. What happened? Did she say anything? Did you—"

"No," I interrupted quickly, my cheeks warming. "Nothing happened."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You're leaving something out."

I hesitated, my fingers fidgeting with the edge of my napkin. "We... almost kissed." I said, trying to mumble the last part.

Florence's jaw dropped dramatically. "Almost kissed? Bitch, you can't just drop that casually! What do you mean 'almost'?"

"She leaned in," I said, my voice quieter now. "I leaned in. But I stopped it before anything could happen."

Florence groaned, throwing her head back in exasperation. "You're killing me, Scar. Why did you stop it?"

"Because it's wrong," I said firmly, though my voice wavered slightly. "She's Chris's sister. He'd kill me if he found out."

Florence waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, please. Chris might be overprotective, but he's not an idiot. He'd get over it. The man would throw a small tantrum, lecture you about how she's his whole world, blah blah blah, you're fine, just listen and nod and he'll go away."

I gave her a look. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one risking your friendship."

She studied me for a moment, her teasing demeanor softening. "Okay, fine. I get it. But don't act like you don't have feelings for her."

"I don't," I lied, taking another sip of my coffee to avoid her gaze.

"Scarlett," Florence said, her tone gentler now. "I know you. And I've never seen you this wound up about anyone before."

I didn't respond, my mind already drifting back to Y/n and the way her hazel eyes had locked onto mine. I kept thinking about the feeling of her lips grazing mine, I wanted to kiss her, I really did. If I'm being honest, I wanted to do a lot more than that but, I couldn't. I can't.

"I do want to know though," Florence began. She looked around, making sure no one was listening before leaning in. "Is she hung?" she whispered with a smirk on her face, curiosity clear in her eyes.

I hit her hand with my napkin as she leaned back, laughing hysterically. "I'm going to take that as a yes." she said in between laughs.

"Drink your damn macchiato." I muttered as I shook my head and playfully rolled my eyes.

.  .  .

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Alright, what's up, guys? Welcome back to the channel!" I grinned at the camera, adjusting the angle slightly. "Today, we're doing a day-in-the-life vlog because, honestly, I've got a lot going on and figured I'd bring you along for the ride."

I gestured to my iced coffee on the table, zooming in dramatically. "Step one: caffeine. Obviously."

Dylan sat across from me, scrolling on his phone. "You're so basic. At least pretend to be interesting for the vlog."

I flipped the camera to him, catching his unamused expression. "This is Dylan O'Brien, professional hater and self-proclaimed star of my channel."

He looked up, smirking. "I am the star, babe. The views don't lie."

I laughed, turning the camera back to myself. "Anyway, we're about to head out and do some shopping because Dylan claims he needs new shoes, but we all know he just likes to drag me around the mall."

"It's called quality time," he quipped, grabbing his drink as we stood to leave.

As we wandered through the mall, Dylan threw his arm over my shoulder. I kept the vlog light and fun, but my mind kept drifting.

Filming was usually a good distraction, but today, it wasn't working. I couldn't stop thinking about Scarlett—her voice, the way she'd looked at me at the party, the way she'd pulled back just when I thought she'd give in.

Dylan must have noticed because he nudged me with his elbow. "You good? You've been weirdly quiet." He says as he grabs my camera from me, ending the recording.

"I'm fine," I said quickly, but he wasn't buying it.

"This is about Scarlett, isn't it?" he asked, a sly grin forming.

I rolled my eyes. "No. I'm over it, she doesn't want anything."

"Sure you are," he said, laughing. "That's why you're zoning out like you're starring in a tragic love story."

I groaned, swatting his arm. "Shut up."

"Admit it," he teased. "You're still into her."

"Dylan!"

"Alright, alright," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But for the record, I think she's into you too, no matter how much she may say otherwise."

I glanced at him, surprised. "What makes you say that?"

He shrugged. "Call it a hunch. Or maybe the fact that she couldn't stop looking at you the entire party. Or you know, because I'm just smart." He gave me a goofy grin as I playfully shoved him.

We continued walking throughout the mall, occasionally getting stopped to take pictures with fans.

.  .  .

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The sound of giggles filled the living room as Rose and Cosmo ran around, playing a game only they seemed to understand. I watched them from the couch, a soft smile tugging at my lips. It was hard being a single mother to two kids but, it was worth it.

I got up, grabbing their bowls, my mistake for giving them ice cream at this time of night. I quickly cleaned their bowls as their laughter and giggles could still be heard.

These moments, you can't trade them for anything. I love my kids more than life itself. I finally had both of them again, Cosmo had been spending a lot of time with Colin as I'd been traveling a lot.

Rose was with me a bit more seeing as her dad had to head back to France for a bit so, it was nice to have them both here with me.

"Alright, bedtime," I said after a while, clapping my hands together. I'd finished cleaning up their bowls, leaving the rest of the mess for after I got them in bed.

"Nooo!" Rose protested, though her yawn betrayed her.

"Come on, kiddo," I said, scooping up Cosmo. "10 more minutes." Rose pleaded as she followed behind me and Cosmo on the stairs.

"Rosie, you asked for 10 more minutes 30 minutes ago, you two have to get some sleep. Go get into bed, I'll be in there in a few minutes." I spoke softly as Rose went to her bedroom.

I got Cosmo into bed, sitting and talking to him for a little bit about whatever his little heart desired. He cuddled into me as he slowly began to fall asleep. I got off of his bed, tucking him in and kissing his forehead before walking to Rose's room.

"When do I get to see Uncle Chris?" Rose asked as I sat on her bed. "Uhm, I don't know, he's busy but, I'll try to set something up soon." I offered and Rose nodded.

She loved spending time with Chris. When I was going through my divorce with her dad and then the custody battle, we spent a lot of time together and Chris was really my rock. So, naturally, Rose loves being around him.

Then, after divorcing Colin the same year our son was born, Chris really just stepped up for not only me but my kids as well.

Not long after, Rose went to bed and I went back downstairs to finish cleaning up. I cleaned the kitchen and the living room, straightening up my home from the toys thrown all about and markers and crayons all over the floor.

After finishing, I grabbed a glass and poured some wine before putting my feet up as I sat on the couch. I had a long day.

Before meeting up with Florence, I had a meeting for my brand The Outset, then, I had some table reads, followed by more meetings. I was exhausted to say the least.

I began doomscrolling on instagram, seeing what my friends were up to when Y/n's story came up. She'd posted a picture of her and Dylan, I couldn't stop staring. She looked beautiful as always. It's like I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen.

I liked the story, my thumb hovering over the comment bar, I wanted to say something, I wanted her to know I saw it.

I wanted her to know I see her. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the photo, her smile bright and beautiful, my mind trailed to that night. Her lips grazing my body, the way her hands danced on my skin...

I began typing. I typed out a reply, deleted it. Typed something else, erased that too. Finally, I settled on something short and flirty.

"It's suddenly hot...🤭"

I commented, quickly before closing my app. I tossed my phone down, scared of what she may reply if she did. God, why did I do that.