The first half of the segment was awkward and apprehensive for the growing celebrity. Although she was on the younger side of the spectrum, Brie knew how to play it off, and she could do it well. Yet, it was still obvious the audience had known about the controversy that surround her. In addition, Ellen made a joke that was anything but convenient.

But after her and Scarlett's intimate moment, Brie was soothed and tranquil. In times of anxiety while filming the second half, her best friend gave her a reassuring look or held her hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

"They'll come around, especially because you're you." Her words replayed in Brie's head; she would never get tired of them.

Scarlett had helped her time and time again, this was just another instance.

xXx

The two women said their thank you's to Ellen and the crew as they were escorted towards the private parking lot. Small clusters of cars were scattered among the arrayed lines. The entrance was patrolled with two guard posts and a solid metal gate that surrounded the entire lot. As they spotted their transportation in the distance, Brie started conversation with genuine gratitude in her voice, "Thank you. You really saved me." Her smile was bright enough to outshine the sun, which was already at its highest point.

Scarlett playfully wrapped one arm around Brie's masculine shoulders, hand resting at her collarbone. "Of course, I'm always here for you," she used the contact as an advantage and maneuvered her to where she can look Brie straight in the eyes, "trust me on that."

Their respective cars were already parked and waiting their arrival. Before they separated their ways, Brie lightly nudged the other woman to get her attention. Scarlett's eyes were fixed on the concrete ahead, as if something were to emerge from it.

"Hey, if you're free, do you want to get some food?"

Scarlett looked up and replied with up and beamed at Brie, "I was waiting for you to ask." She hustled over to her vehicle and knocked on the tinted window to speak. She spoke in a polite manner, as always. Unlike many celebrities, Scarlett was anything but condescending towards others. Brie admired that about her.

"Let's go, Desaulniers!!" Scarlett rushed back to where Brie was standing with an even brighter expression.

"Right now??" Brie looked confused.

"Were we supposed to go another time? Oh, are you busy?"

"Well, I'm actually ridiculous busy. I gotta hang out with my yacht, meet with the new agents, and find a place, but I'll cancel ALL of them, because I know how much you love me."

"Yeah, right," Scarlett slipped out, glancing playfully at her best friend.

They proceeded to Brie's white BMW, chatting about where they wanted to eat and what they were going to order. Scarlett headed towards the drivers side on instinct, but the other woman denied it.

"Why not? I'm not that bad of a driver."

Brie chuckled at Scarlett's response. Her best friend was not the best at driving; in her previous years, she has dented multiple cars, got lost in simple directions, and didn't follow the regulations and standards. As her status grew, Scarlett drove less often, and Brie was thankful for that. "Yes, you are, and besides it's my car. I want to drive. Come on, it's the least I could do."

"Alright." The two women exchanged smiles and entered each side of the car, Brie in the driver's and Scarlett in the passenger's.

The beginning of the ride was silent but comfortable. They appreciated the others congenial company and both knew it about each other. Halfway to their destination, Brie realized she was missing something. Focusing on the road but pronouncing her words firmly, she spoke up, "Scar, can you check my bag? I think I left my phone back home."

Scarlett reached over and pushed the switch that would open the built-in cabinets. In the polished wood spaces sat Brie's Hermès Birkin satchel. Rubbing the smooth alligator skin, Scarlett rustled through the high end bag and found everything but a phone. From an old version of the Nintendo DS to bagged orange slices, Brie had many items, maybe too much.

"Oh my god," Scarlett replied, obvious she was trying to suppress a burst of laughter, otherwise she would never stop, "you literally have everything in there but your phone."

"What?" Brie returned like she was oblivious to what Scarlett was talking about, "I like to keep things with me, you know, to be prepared and keep busy. Anyways, I'm more organized back home."

"You sure about that? I think you have a very different perspective of organization from let's see," she paused for a moment, imitating someone in deep thought, "—anyone else on Earth." She laughed hard, unaware of the wide grin that was provoked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I redid some stuff last night." Brie's last remark gave a childish impression, which Scarlett giggled at. She gave a small smile to herself knowing that she would mock that later.

"We'll see darling."

xXx

They pulled up to the gate of a community along Los Angeles's finest hills. Behind it was a clean street decorated with attractive plants of all kinds. With a whole house as an entrance point, it was obvious they were about to enter one of the most wealthiest residential sections of Los Angeles.

"Beverly Parks? I thought you had that condo uptown?" Scarlett asked ignorantly. Getting Brie and Scarlett's full attention, two patrolling officers came out of the gatehouse over to their vehicle. They walked in a strict manner and appeared as if they were ready for any disturbances

"Yeah, I did, but I can't figure out if I want to live here, in Los Angeles, primarily. Either way, I should move out of the place. I'm planning on finding a more permanent location or moving to another city." Brie rolled down her window to interact with the people approaching.

Scarlett was about to respond before one of the two officials cut her off.

"Hello, Ms. Larson. Who is this accompanying you?"

"Mickey," she gestured to the seat next to hers, "Scarlett. Scarlett, she's a close friend. We'll only be here a few hours."

The other patrolling officer spoke holding her hand out. "Ma'am, we need to see you I.D. for authentication purposes."

"Yes, right." Scarlett went into her wallet and pulled out a small plastic card. She handed it to the officer and smiled. "Here it is."

"We'll be back shortly."

A minute later, the male came out with Scarlett's I.D in hand.

"Thank you, Ms. Johansson, it was only protocol. You guys have a great day."

Both women replied in unison, "Thanks, you too."

After the pleasant ride through the neighborhood, they arrived at "Brie's place." The mansion was significant in size and enclosed by a wrought iron fence, highly embellished with lavish designs and a custom letters built into its main gate. Its exterior color-ways were on the darker side of the scale, not making it any less attractive. If anything, it complimented the overall appearance.

"Isn't this Samuel's place?" Scarlett asked as she stepped out of the car, Brie following. "Yup."