Pov y/n

I sit on a bench, sipping on a tea to go while waiting for Jesse and his boyfriend.

Jesse and I texted and he asked if I wanted to meet up and get to know his boyfriend. I agreed immediately, after all, Jesse talked so much about his boyfriend, that I have to get to know him.

When I see Jesse, I get up and smile when I see a man around his age with dark blond hair next to him.

They are holding hands and even from the distance I can tell, that his boyfriend is a little nervous. I smile at them and Jesse returns it while his boyfriend seems a little shy.

"Hey, it's so good to see you again." He says and lets go of his boyfriend's hand to hug me. I hug him back.

"It really is, it's been a while." I reply and he nods in agreement after letting go. Both our attentions shift to his boyfriend and Jesse hooks his arm around his.

"This is Rowan, my boyfriend." He introduces and the excitement in his voice is very cute.

"Hi, Rowan. I'm y/n, nice to finally meet you." I say and Rowan nods.

"Nice to meet you too." He replies.

We slowly start to walk.

"I've heard a lot about you." I say as we walk and Rowan looks from Jesse to me.

"Only good things I hope." He jokes lightly but a part of him seems genuine.

"Of course, Jesse only spoke about you in the best way." I assure him and he smiles at me, giving Jesse's hand a little squeeze.

"What did he tell you about me?" He asks interested and looks at me.

I grin a little and take another sip from my tea.

"Well, it started out as a crush in the gym and whenever there was a new milestone, he informed me about it. He could gush about you for hours and I am not saying that to tease him but he seems totally whipped for you. Well, maybe a little to tease him." I laugh a little when Jesse swats my arm but has a soft expression on his face, telling me he isn't actually mad.

"Oh, he totally is." Rowan agrees and grins a little at me.

"Now I feel like it wasn't a good idea to let you to meet." Jesse murmurs to himself but the amused sparkle in his eyes tells us he isn't serious.

"Hey, I didn't say anything embarrassing, I could also talk about the more...not kid friendly things you told me." I smirk a little and Jesse blushes faintly while Rowan nudges his shoulder.

"What did you tell her?" He asks and looks from Jesse to me as he doesn't answer.

"Oh, well. I mean, not really too much details, just that it is really good and that he thinks you're, and I quote, 'incredibly sexy'."

Rowan bites his lip to contain a smirk and raises his eyebrows at Jesse.

"Oh, come on, as if that's so unusual to say about a partner." He defends himself. "I'm sure, you'd describe your girlfriend as that as well."

I laugh a little and hold up my hands in surrender.

"Guilty but I don't say that to anyone else but her."

Jesse playfully rolls his eyes at me and I wink at him. Rowan laughs and the ice seems to be broken.

"He likes to talk a lot about people, that's true. He also talked about you." Rowan tells me and I nudge Jesse's shoulder.

"Aww, you talk about me?" I say with a playful flattered voice. Jesse sticks out his tongue at me.

"He does, at times to a point where I thought that he might have a crush on you." Rowan jokes and Jesse huffs, suppressing a smile.

"When did you two form an alliance against me?" He asks in fake offense and lets go of Rowan's hand to cross his arms in front of his chest.

"The moment you introduced us." I say and shrug, earning a laugh and an agreeing nod from Rowan.

Jesse grumbles something. Rowan uncrosses his arms and takes his hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze before kissing his cheek.

"You love us." He says and Jesse sighs dramatically and nods.

"Sure, okay." He agrees and I chuckle.

We continue the walk and talk a little more about ourselves when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I pull it out and take a look at the screen.

Someone I don't know sent me a message over Instagram, weird.

I choose to ignore it for now and we stroll along a playground. We change topics and talk about what we do for a living and Jesse tells us about something that happened at the coffeeshop today, that makes all of us laugh.

Eventually, we reach a subway station and Jesse and Rowan say goodbye, heading back to Brooklyn.

I make my way back home, smiling to myself on the way. Rowan really seems like a great fit for Jesse and I am not just saying that because we teased Jesse together.

He visibly makes him happy and the way they look at each other is adorable. They them to have a similar vibe but still have some differences that make their relationship more interesting.

My phone buzzes again and I take it out, seeing that the same person messaged me again. I am a little suspicious but decide to look at it later when I'm back in my apartment.

On the way, I walk past a store and pick up a few things I need.

The warmth of my apartment engulfs me as I step in and I kick the door closed behind me, bringing the few groceries into my kitchen.

I get out of my shoes and the coat and wash my hands before putting away the groceries.

I had a very good lunch today, so I am in the mood for just a sandwich for dinner. While I make it, I hum a song that's been stuck in my mind since Brooke sang it this morning. Well, she also sang it yesterday and I am sure, if we saw each other on Sunday, she would have sung it there too.

I eat the sandwich while scrolling through my phone and I remember the message I got on Instagram. I don't know that person and they don't follow me, nor do I follow them but their message makes me frown a little.

Unknown: Hey, you're the girlfriend of Scarlett Johansson, right? I don't know if you already saw but I feel like you deserve to know. XO

[Link to a website]

I'm a little confused how they found me and it creeps me a tiny bit out but since I have a private account, I have control over who follows me and stuff.

I stare at the link they send.

A part of me doesn't care at all but another one wants to know what this is about. I nibble on my lip and decide to follow the link, what's the worst that can happen?

While it loads, I take another bite of my sandwich but almost choke when I see the headline of the article:

Scarlett Johansson's new sweetheart? New pictures and everything we know so far.

I swallow the bite and put the sandwich aside, taking my phone in both hands. Scrolling down, I see a few pictures and my heart pulls together hurtfully.

They show Scarlett and some man kissing from different angles and at different locations.

Another one shows them at a café, sitting together and laughing. My heart aches as I look at the pictures and tears prick in my eyes.

I scroll further down to read what this is about, not wanting to come to a conclusion too quickly.

Scarlett Johansson and on of her new co-stars were seen at a café, enjoying a drink together. We don't know a lot about their project or their rolls but it seems like they are playing a couple or some sort of things. The pictures above, showing the two of them kissing, were secretly taken on set, at least two of them. We are not sure if the third one is from set as well or if it happened in privacy.

But they do seem to get along very well together and they look pretty cute as well.

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I take a deep breath, pushing back the tears.

Alright, okay, they are co-stars and the pictures were taken on set. It's part of her job to kiss other people sometimes.

I have to admit that the thought makes my stomach tighten a little but it's okay, I knew that and it doesn't mean anything, it's just acting.

I take a closer look at the different pictures and now I can also see the edge of a few cameras pointed at them in the first two pictures but there's no sign of that in the third one.

My heartbeat quickens a little but I try to stay calm, no need to panic just now. I also zoom in on the picture of them in the café.

Scarlett looks like she's laughing for real and not just a fake, polite laugh.

My body heats up a little and I press my lips together. I won't deny, that I am a bit jealous right now, especially since I have no clue what this is about.

I switch to my contacts and my thumb hovers over the letters as I try to think of a text to send her. But the longer I stare at our chat, the more it seems like I'm overreacting. I close my phone and put it down, screen pointed to the counter.

From the past I know how quickly rumors can start and spread. It's just one article, it's nothing bad.

I ignore the nagging feeling inside me and try to concentrate on something else. It works only partly as my mind drifts off a few times while I watch a show.

I get up, needing to do something, so I start cleaning my bathroom. You know, just your casual bathroom cleaning at 8:50 pm.

It does help to distract me and also does a good job in making me a bit more exhausted. I add my night routine after finishing the cleaning and after that, I go to bed, taking my phone with me and plugging it in.

My body is tired from the productive day and I want to sleep but my mind keeps thinking about the article I read. That reminds me to send Scarlett a goodnight text and I have to fight the urge to look up the article again, it wouldn't change anything.

For a longer time I lay in bed, staring against the ceiling and thinking about those pictures. They could be totally out of context and maybe they weren't alone at that café but the other people are just not visible from that angle.

And the third picture probably is from set as well, even though there were no signs of cameras whatsoever.

Scarlett wouldn't cheat on me, she's way to sweet for that. She loves me and I love and trust her, so it's all good.

Eventually I fall asleep, keeping my spinning mind at bay the best I can.

The next day I wake up to no new messages on my phone, which honestly makes me a little sad because I expected at least a goodnight message from Scar. I try my best not to interpret anything into it, especially with last nights overthinking.

Work is hard today.

Well, not work itself but working because I can't help it but let my mind wander around, thinking about the article and the pictures.

It's not that I don't trust Scarlett, because I really do, it's just...if she were here it would be easier to handle because I would see her and we could talk. She probably would have told me about it already and I wouldn't sit here and overthink it.

During the work day, my thumbs hover over the letters on my phone, wanting to write her something but every time I decide not to. I don't want to come across as a jealous girlfriend who doesn't trust her partner. Okay, maybe I am also a little bit scared that there might be something true about what that article said and I am not ready for that.

Brooke senses my absent mind and tries her best to cheer me up, even though she doesn't know what's going on. She's truly a gem sometimes.

I make it through the day but feel a little knot forming in my stomach when I look at my phone at 4 pm and don't see any message from Scar. No good morning, no how are you, no I hope you have a great day.

I swallow, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach, there probably is a very good reason for this or maybe her phone broke, that could have happened too.

To distract myself, I change my way home a little and walk through a park. It's the beginning of March, so the trees and flowers slowly start to get buds and the sun is a little warmer than a few weeks ago.

But it doesn't help my mood.

Following a craving, I go to the store and buy some food that I can easily heat up because I don't feel like cooking today, along with a tub of ice cream.

I don't know, call it foreshadowing or an instinct but something tells me I might need some ice cream later.

The food is quickly made and I eat it, my head still not at peace and I hate that I think so much about it.

I also sent Scar a message while waiting in line at the store. I asked her how her day is going but she didn't reply so far, which only adds to the knot in my stomach. But I try to take deep breaths and calm down, she is probably filming right now and can't answer this quickly.

I put my plate into the sink, not in the mood to clean it right now and slump onto my couch, pulling a blanket over myself.

Usually, I would go to Scarlett's house to work on the treehouse now but I have no energy for that right now, so I stay on the couch.

I try to distract myself with reading a book but it doesn't work and I hate that I can't push the thoughts about this article away.

I don't want to feel this way, I want it to not bother me because I know how the media twists everything.

But with Scar also not answering to my messages, it makes me a little fidgety, I don't know how to explain it otherwise.

With a little groan, I drop the book onto the couch, letting my head fall back against a pillow. My eyes dart to my phone and I bite my lip in thought. Should I?

Maybe searching her name will show me articles that calm me down a little, confirming that it's nothing more than a friendship.

But on the other hand it could also put more thoughts into my head that I don't want there.

I slowly reach for my phone, still not sure if this is a smart idea but my mind is still running wild and I really hope to find something that'll calm me down. With hesitant fingers, I type her name into the search bar and press search. There are a bunch of results, starting with a Wikipedia entry and a few pictures of her. I smile at them, she looks as beautiful as ever.

Scrolling further down, I press my lips together a little as I read the headlines of different articles. I gulp and click on one.

It shows pretty much the same pictures as the one I read yesterday and even though I know they are from a film set, with my vulnerable state right now, it hurts me to look at them a little.

The text is very similar to the one yesterday and there's nothing 'new', so I go back to the search results.

There are a few more that are basically the same as the two I already read.

But when I scroll further down, I find something that makes me bite the inside of my cheek.

Scarlett Johansson, was her 'girlfriend' just an experiment?

I take a deep breath and click on the link, which might not be smart but I can't help it.

New pictures show Scarlett Johansson with her new co-star. They are kissing (on set) and spending time outside of work. To us, they seem to get a long greatNew and are very comfortable around each other.

[Picture of Scarlett and the man sitting at a café, Scarlett laughing and resting her hand on the man's arm.]

Only a few months ago, there were pictures of Scarlett and a woman named y/n. On those pictures we can see them very close together and even kissing.

[Picture of Scarlett and me on a bench at a beach at sunset and a picture of us kissing at a park.]

Now we wonder, was it just a fling or something serious?

Johansson never really gave a statement about their relationship and we can only guess what they were.

So far, we don't know if the actress is part of the LGBTQIA+ community or if she just wanted to experiment.

They did seem pretty close but who knows? Even celebrities are just human and need to figure themselves out. Maybe she wasn't sure and wanted to try dating a woman but it failed and now she is back at dating men, who knows?

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I stare at the little screen, the letters becoming blurry as I am too caught up in my mind to focus on them.

Scarlett told me so many times she loves me and I never doubted that for a second because I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was being honest. But she's an actress, what if she only played all of it?

I shake my head, no that won't be the case because no matter how good your acting is, you can't fake real feelings. Her feelings for me are real and I know it.

There's just this tiny nagging feeling inside me that wonders if I've just been naïve. Maybe, she just kept me around because it would hurt Rose too much if I left and now that she is in LA, she doesn't have to pretend...

My heart clenches together a little and I take a deep breath, switching from the internet to my contacts and dialing Scarlett's number.

I nibble on my lip as I wait for the call to go through, starring into nothingness as I listen.

It starts to toot multiple times, telling me she is currently on the call with someone else. That doesn't have to mean anything, no need to freak out.

I open our chat and text her, reading over it and deleting a few lines before writing them new and finally sending it.

Y/n: Hey, I know you're filming but please text me back or call me, I need you.

Does it sound too urgent?

Does it make me look like a jealous girlfriend for needing to talk about the pictures I saw?

I don't know but I really need to be in contact with her in any way before my head explodes with possible pictures and scenarios.

My eyes are glued to my phone, staring at the message I just sent and waiting for her to read it and either text or call but nothing happens.

After what feels like eternity, turning out to be ten minutes, I close the chat and press my lips together.

I switch back to the internet and scroll through different articles.

It really isn't a smart idea but I can't help it. A part of me hopes to find some kind of evidence or confirmation that it's nothing serious and just a friendship and another part feels like I deserve to know if something would be up.

All those rumors and assumptions swirl around my head, adding to one another and neither of them implies in any way that it could just be friendly.

Multiple articles refer to me as well, wondering what that was about and if I did something wrong or if Scarlett is the fool for cheating on me.

Yes, some magazines call it out as cheating and it makes my stomach twist.

I know Scarlett would never do that since she knows herself how shitty that is. But it's not cheating if you catch feelings for someone else.

Maybe she's just waiting for the right moment to tell me it's over.

It hurts me to think about that and I feel tears stinging in my eyes.

I really love Scarlett and I don't want to lose her, she makes me so happy and feel so cared for and loved.

My phone drops next to me onto the couch and I pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them after pulling the blanket higher.

The first tear spills from my eye and as if someone turned a switch, I start to cry.

Sobs shake my body as I think about Scarlett dumping me, thinking about just being an experiment to see if she likes women. I never thought about it and I actually don't believe that but all those articles got into my head and I can't shake them out of it.

What if those articles are right?

There are so many, how can all of them be wrong?

I mean, surely not everything they write is right but maybe some parts and even that hurts me.