366 days NOT to fall in love with him

By: Distressed Mistress

Liz & Nikki's convo pt. 2

Chapter 6

Elizabeth POV

"Face it. You two are going to anger Bella and Edward fans. Bigtime."

I sighed, and leaned against the couch. "Trust me. I have no intention of doing that."

"Yes. That's why no one can blame you two,"

"Stop it Nikki. He has a girlfriend." I practically whined at her.

"Fiancée, you mean."

I tore my eyes away from the ceiling. "What?"

"You look surprised," she stated, eyeing me questionably. "He's engaged, didn't you know?"

Pain can actually be felt at the center of my chest. I had the instinctual urge to place my hand against there, but I knew that would make Nikki's eyebrows shoot up the ceiling.

Instead, I took in a deep breath and continuously shake my head. "No, I didn't."

We sat together in silence, listening to a commercial about a popular wedding planner. It took me all I had not to take the remote beside me and throw it to the television.

"Did he tell you about it… personally?"

Nikki's voice deepened, right after she cleared her throat. "No. I just read it in the tabloids," she said. "I'm more surprised he didn't tell you. I mean… he tells you about everything."

I forced out a smile, and even failed to make it a genuine one. He did used to tell me about everything. I was after all, the first person he told when he and Jennie were about to get divorced. "We hadn't really contacted each other since then..."

"Well that's just rude." She huffed, putting on her bitchy expression.

"He might have been busy," I rasped. "When was it published in the tabloids?"

"Last Tuesday,"

Not so long ago… "Wow. Isn't that nice?" I murmured, lacing my fingers together.

"Yeah, but he just got divorced,"

I bit my lip. "That was years ago Nikki..." I gently told her.

He was going to get married. And he didn't even tell me. It's not that I need to know, really. But…

I chewed on my lip and tried not to let even a single drop of tear fall from my eyes. I don't know why I had a feeling of crying. It's not like we're secret lovers unapproved by the world and was torn apart by a forced marriage with another.

I desperately wanted to cancel my acceptance to the movie offer, for fear that my heart would fail to continue its beating if I ever see him.

"Liz?"

I hummed in response, avoiding her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

My jaw clenched. "I am. Why shouldn't I be?"

She then held out her palms in defense. "I was just asking…"

Now I felt ten times worse, if that was even possible.

"I'm sorry I just... The three of us were always close. I'm just hurt that he didn't tell either of us. And we just both heard it from other sources."

Nikki nodded slowly and crossed her arms together. "He has his reasons. Whatever they may be," she said, adding the last part in a low voice.

I stared at the television once more, grimacing when that famous matchmaker show played.

"Do you think he'll still play Dr. Cullen?" I hopelessly asked.

"Of course he will. Does it really matter if he's engaged or married? He's still an actor. He wouldn't dare to decline the offer. He's not much of a jerk to disappoint his fans."

"Not much?" I said, chuckling humorlessly. But then again…

I'm an actor too. I would have to deal with what I had gotten myself into, and be professional all throughout the movie making process. It wouldn't be the same at all…

Nikki took out her phone from her pocket when it rang and answered it.

"I'm at Liz's house," she said, her eyes darted from left to right and back. "No. I did not - What? I said I didn't – Of course, of course. I'll be there."

"Paul?"

She put her phone back her pocket, her expression blank. "Yeah… I better go now,"

"Nikki," I whispered. "Is everything okay?"

She smiled at me. "Everything's peachy. Don't worry about it."

I stood from the couch as she did, smoothing out the wrinkles from my shirt.

"I'll see you later," she said.

We both hugged each other. I rubbed her back and she rubbed mine.

"It'll work it. We're all still besties, remember that okay?" she said in a stern yet warm tone.

I giggled and released her. "The three of us,"

"Mhm."

She gave me one last smile before departing from my house. I stood by the door, unaware of the fact that a single teardrop did succeed all the way down my cheek.

366 days of working with him…

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