#margotr

But you took a deep breath and decided that you were going to give this a chance. You put on your best smile and walked towards the bar, getting yourself a glass of champagne to celebrate the night with. You may not have won or set foot on the Oscars stage but you still did a damn good job in order to get here. Let loose, live a little.

You sipped on your drink slowly, not wanting it to rush to your head. But it seemed to anyway, for one moment things were a bit dark other than the flash of the cameras, and the next, everything was gold. I took you a few seconds to realize the gold was a dress and that the woman wearing it was standing right in front of you.

“I know I’m not supposed to say this but-” Margot Robbie looked dramatically to the left and to the right as if she truly were frightened that someone would hear her. “-But you should have won that award.”

“Oh - thank you.” You said, laughing. Now you may have entered a dream. A burst of emotions were inside of you, most of them good. You already felt drunk. “But the winner did deserve it, I have to admit that.”

“A modest person, thank goodness! I was over there by Jared Leto for too long. This is refreshing. Let’s just hang out for the rest of the night.” Margot lifted her own glass of champagne to her lips, drinking it down. You wondered if she was already drunk and was just carrying on the conversation as a joke but you wouldn’t mind even if that were the case.

The two of you chit-chatted about some of the other people at the party. It wasn’t gossip, but more so speaking of your own experiences meeting everyone. You told the story of the time that you met Jessica Biel and less than gracefully fell down the stairs in front of her, and how Justin had come to help you up. Margot told her own share of stories as well, and the night seemed to be a blur of laughing. By now you were starting to realize that the conversation was going on much too long to just be a joke. You were having a good time and she seemed to be as well. You would swear that there was something in your souls that combined, if that didn’t sound creepy. You just got along so well and so fast, and she became a good friend in those couple of hours, but alas - the night was coming to a close.

“They’ll be kicking us out soon.” You frowned, seeing the bartender start to clean up and pack away the bottles of alcohol. Most of the celebrities had left. It was well into the night, far past the time that you would have stayed without making a new friend with Margot Robbie.

“Yeah, I should probably get going. I have to pack, flying back to Australia in the evening.” Margot said, pouting. She took her phone out of her bag and handed it to you. “Put your number in! We’ll have to keep in touch and keep the conversation going until we see each other next.”

“I’d be happy to!” You said gleefully. You inputted your number and even went through the selfies that you had taken with her throughout the course of the night and set it as your photo. “Have fun back in Australia.”

“Thanks, I’m sure I will!” The blonde in gold gave you a tight squeeze and then headed out to her driver while you went out to find yours.

Margot texted you the next day before getting on her airplane. She asked you specifically to wish her luck on the flight because it was a long one and seemed to be quite busy. You wished her the best of luck and hoped that the skies would be clear for her journey.

Margot texted you endlessly, calling was too expensive most of the time, when her fiance broke up with her before the wedding plans would even begin. Something about her having too much personality, which is something that you adored about Margot. You texted her day and night, telling her that she was better off without him, that she had the most beautiful soul, her heart would heal and that you were always there for her. That was the night that she called you her best friend for the first time.

Anytime that one of you felt a bit emotional, it was right back to texting. There were the occasionally phone calls when the two of you were in the same country but with traveling so much, it was rare. You texted her photos of funny things that you saw and she would send you back a selfie that would take your breath away. You tried hard to always be there for her, and to answer her texts right away and she seemed to do the same. Sometimes you would forget the time difference, realize that it was three AM where she was and encourage her to get some sleep. She could be talked into it eventually, but would make you promise that you would text her when you woke up. You always promised.

An invitation came in the mail for you. You were invited to go to the Time 100 Gala. It was a red carpet event and you knew that you would have to go. You had been so busy working since the Vanity Fair party where you had met Margot, you haven’t shown your face in ages to the public. It seemed like the perfect occasion. You snapped a photo of it with your phone and sent it to Margot.

She called you within seconds, a girlish squeal on the other side of the line. “I’m going too!” She exclaimed. “It’s going to be great to see you again! Who are you going to go with? What are you going to wear?”

You laughed, growing used to her excitement about things by now. “It’s going to be great to see you.” You agreed. “And I’ll probably just go on my own, and I’ll wear something fashionable I guess.”

“Oh come on, you’ve got to give me more information than that. Maybe we could match somehow.”

“Or maybe .. we could go together? You and I?” You ventured. You bit down on your lip waiting for her answer. You weren’t waiting very long.

“Of course! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it first! I’ll send you a picture of my dress, I ordered one for another event but I think I’ll wear it to this one instead. Let me know if you find something that matches and I’ll see you there!”

“See you there.”  You smiled. You hung up the phone and looked out the window. A shopping trip was imminent but that was the only downside of the event.

You and Margot agreed that you were going to meet at the Red Carpet. She had sent you pictures of her dress, an embellished dress with little multicolored details. You dressed to impress as well, bouncing ideas off of Margot until she helped you decide what to wear to match her best.

You got out of the car and started to walk up. The photographers cameras were close to blinding but it didn’t entirely focus on you. You weren’t as famous as the others standing near you and posing. Chrissy Teigan and Viola Davis were getting a lot of attention and you just blended right into the crowd, despite all of the time that you had spent on your appearance.

But you didn’t need the validation of the photographers. There was only one person you wanted it from.

Excitement broke out and you knew that there was only one beautiful blonde that could get a reaction like that. You felt two arms go around you from behind, and then a little tickle on your sides. “There you are!” Margot said, ignoring the photographers. You turned around so that you could hug her properly and look at her in the dress that she wore so well. She really was a dazzling girl.

Finally, the photographers butted into the moment and so you two started to pose together. Her pinky took hold of yours and you both smiled at the cameras, quite close together. It went without questioning that you two were together at the event.

As for the event itself, you were honored to sit by Margot and watch her be honored as one of the most influential people by Time. She had made the one hundred and you cheered for her enthusiastically. You thought that she deserved it. She was deserving - she would be an amazing role model for the girls growing up who watch her on their movie screens.

After the ceremony, the two of you went to one of the afterparties, but it wasn’t going to last very long. She had a flight out in the wee morning hours and would have to leave rather early. You were disappointed but you understood. Work was always important, and she was very diligent.

With your pinkies hooked again, you two repeated the last event where you had gone to, standing next to each other and telling stories about the people that you had met there, sharing gossip but none of it was bad. These people were here for a reason and deserved every bit of recognition they were getting.

“My car is going to be here in ten minutes.” Margot frowned, looking at her phone. “Want to walk me out? We could give you a ride to your hotel-”

“It’s okay, I don’t want you to have to miss your flight. I’ll take a cab.” You assured. “But of course I’ll walk you out.” The two of you left the party after waving goodbye to some of your friends and acquantances, and out into the April air. It was a little chilly and Margot leaned against you for warmth. You only had ten minutes, ten minutes before the car would come and whisk Margot away and you may not see each other for another year. Text messages and phone calls were nothing compared to seeing her face and hearing her voice so close to you. This would be it. This was your only chance before she would be gone again.

It may hurt more if she responds positively. She was still going to be leaving. But you were going to make this work. You were at this party because of all of the hard work that you did, you never gave up, that wasn’t going to start changing now.

You put your arm around her shoulders, ready to make your big move. A light kiss, one that she would be able to get out of but at least she would know how you felt. You leaned in a little, but before you thought that you were even close to her, you felt lips on yours.

Margot was kissing you.

Margot was making the move on you.

And damn, was it ever inviting.

You kissed her in return, doing what you had been intending to do since you saw her. You didn’t care that there might be stray photographers or that people on the street might see. This was your own secret little kiss and it meant everything to you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” Margot admitted, smiling once she backed off. “You don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” You laughed, trying to play it smooth. Margot laughed as well.

“Good. Next break I have from shooting, I’ll come and see you. Even if I have to wait at your apartment for you to be done with your own work, I don’t mind. It’ll be like we’re married.”

“Wow - yeah. That sounds great. I’ll even clean.” You laughed. In your mind, you had been running after Margot since the day that you two went your separate ways at the Vanity Fair party.