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y/n's pov

i go through my instagram dm's, half of them being death threats from olivia's fans. i try to ignore them, reading the ones on how good of a movie no way home is. i tap on madelyn's message she sent me. 'have you listened to olivia's new album?' madelyn texts me. 'no, why?' i text back.'because it's literally about you' 'i've been getting so many death threats oh my life it's not even funny' '

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9:21am

my madelyn

have you listened to olivia's new album?

no, why?

because it's literally about you

i've been getting so many death

threats oh my life it's not even funny

yikes

everyone assumes it's you

bc of how ur management

made you go public with  

hailee steinfeld 

(who got blonde highlights and

is older than olivia ahem the 'you're probably

 with that blonde girl who always 

made me doubt she's so much older than me')

as a pr stunt

yeah i genuinely hate doing them

hailee and i are good friends tho

so it's not the worst

everything thinks you guys

'broke up' already so i don't

get why they think it's about you

probably bc we went public before 

she released her albums

anyways listen to the album

maybe

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9:29am

kate bishop!!

hi hi haiz

hi y/n!

i'm really sorry if you're getting

death threats ever since 

olivia released drivers license

and her new album

don't worry, is it bad

i'm used to them lol

yes it is

i'm still so sorry!!

tried to not get them to make us

fake date, couldn't fight

my way out of it tho :(

don't worry about it :)

this'll all die down eventually

you're the best

love uuuuu

i knowww

see you soon

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i turn off my phone, opening my laptop. i go to spotify, searching up 'sour'. i tap on her album, seeing there's 11 songs. i take a deep breath, playing the first song. "okay, not about me." i say, finishing 'brutal'. "also not about me- hopefully." i say, finishing traitor. "drivers license is a big yes, one step forwards three steps back no i don't think, deja vu definite yes." i say, remembering the time paparazzi took photos of hailee and i eating strawberry ice-cream together. "good 4 u probably, enough for you no, happier maybe but didn't she write that on the cruise? that was the verse and chorus i think, jealously, jealously no, favorite crime no, hope ur ok no. not that many!" i tell madelyn over face time. "still kinda a lot though! and most of them were her hit songs." "at least it's not all of them!" "well that would make it way too obvious." "okay well i'm gonna go because i have to meet my stylist and shit for the met tonight." "have fun!" 

after a long 5 hours and months of planning, we finally got into the large sprinter car. i hold onto the grab handle, and we start to make our way to the met gala. "you nervous?" stacey, one of my makeup artists, says. "god yes, i've done this how many times and i still get the met jitters."

i walk up to emma chamberlain, who was the interviewer after taking photos on the red carpet. "hi emma!" i excitedly say, standing next to her. "the spider-woman herself, y/n l/n! tell me about this, it's so beautiful."

"this is saint laurent again. we just decided to do this beautiful, kind of white, effortless moment. by the way, i saw your look a few hours ago and i'm obsessed with this look!" "stop!" "i gasped." "stop, you did not gasp!" "i gasped! i have proof!" "no, i'm gasping, this is so beautiful!"

i hug timothee as i see him at the entrance of the main room, hugging him. "jesus y/n! you look gorgeous!" i laugh, smiling at timothee as he looks my outfit up and down. "as do you, sir!" i say. we walk in, being told we're seated at table 4 beside each other. thank god.

we sit down, and i read the name next to me. "oh shit." timothee and i say at the same time. there on the card slip, read olivia rodrigo. "this is a really bad coincidence." timothee says, looking at me. "no shit, genius!" "hey, i'm just saying!" i sigh, and we both sit down. we both read the menu, consisting of passed items, first course, pasta course, main course and dessert. "hungry?" timothee asks, placing his menu down. "yeah, a little. had sushi when i was getting ready for the met gala though." "me too!" i smile, placing my menu down too.

olivia's pov

no way in hell. i stare at the back of y/n as she and timothee sit on the table table conan and i sit. we walk slowly there, conan nudging me. "it's like fate pulled you together after all these months." "this isn't the way i would wanna meet her again!" i say. conan clears his throat as we reach the table. i look over at timothee since y/n rested her elbow to face him. he gives me a small smile, which i return. i pull my seat out, sitting in between y/n on my left and conan on my right. 

conan and i start talking to billie and sydney sweeney who sat opposite us. subtly checking through the corner of my eye, y/n was still facing timothee.

y/n's pov

"this is so awkward," i say so softly it was almost a whisper. "i know, i feel awkward and i'm not even in this drama." timothee responds. i face forward as i hear my name get called, looking at billie. "congrats on your movie, y/n!" billie says, smiling. "thanks a lot, billie." i feel olivia's eyes on me, and to dumbly make sure, i look at her too. her eyes were locked on mine, and i quickly look to the table. caesar lettuce cups were put on the table, and i get two, one of timothee and one for me. "thank you," timothee says, smiling. i carefully pick it up, taking a bite.

we wait for our next course, timothee getting distracted by nicki minaj next to him as they talk. i look opposite, seeing billie and sydney talking to each other, and conan talking to the person beside him, leaving olivia and i. we both face forward, and i fiddle with the napkin on my lap. "your movie was really good, by the way." olivia says. "you watched it?" i ask dumbly. "yeah, like a week ago." "thanks, your album was good too."

olivia's pov

did she just say she listened to the album i made about her? "you... listened to it?" i ask. "a few hours ago." "sorry for everything. about what happened with us, and all the death threats you've been getting because of my songs" i apologize. "yeah, don't worry about it." she gives me a reassuring smile, which i could almost believe. "i do worry about it." "well you don't need to," y/n says, drinking her glass of coke. i think of what to say as y/n sort of ended the conversation. "this is your first met, right?" y/n asks, my heart pounding at the thought that y/n actually wants to talk to me, or that she didn't want us to both sit awkwardly. "yeah, it is." y/n's eyes go down to my outfit, looking at my lavender mesh dress. (also ik that was her second met gala look but lets pretend it was her first) her eyes go back up to my hair, reaching her hand out. she feels the butterflies on my head, smiling. "are these butterflies? they're so pretty," she says, placing her hand back on her lap. "yeah, they are. actually, my team and i were deciding on whether to wear the chanel butterflies or 2 other things, let me show you." i pick up my phone from the table, going to my camera roll.

i show y/n the crystal headpiece, and she looks up. "that looks so pretty!" she says, looking back down as i swipe to show the crystal dangly clip." "they're both pretty, but i love the butterflies." "that's what i said!" we both smile, and our first course was being placed on the table. "are you going to the afterparty?" i ask her. "uh... probably not to be honest, i think the met's already enough for me. are you going?" "yeah, i am." y/n nods. "hope you have fun." i thank her, and we turn back to our food.