1 - Champagne Problems

                                    

                                          
Quick A/N!!!
                          
Hey, guys! Welcome to the first chapter of this book (Woohooo!!!!) I wrote this backstory of your character (Y/N) based off of an interpretation I envisioned while listening to Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift. 
                          
As a reminder: you're famous and you're Tony Stark's niece. Also, you and Peter used to be best friends until you got the chance of a lifetime (to become famous) and then some stuff happens and you guys stopped being friends, You moved to California and here you are in New York. 
                          
A lot of stuff is going to be explained in later chapters, such as what happened with Peter, how you became famous, why you're in New York instead of California right now, and etc, but if you have any questions at all please feel free to DM me :))
                          
Please keep in mind that there will be SOME social media included in this (Obviously, you're famous so it just makes sense.)
                          
I've added the song that gave me inspiration for this backstory above so you can listen to it while reading, but other than that let's get into it!
                          
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You watched as your mascara tears claimed another spot on your expensive gown. You were currently leaning against the railing of your hotel room's balcony while your body was completely intoxicated. If someone would've told you earlier that morning that you would be single and sobbing on your balcony with an almost empty bottle of champagne next to you, you would've called them insane. 
                          
But here you were, standing outside in the chilly November air in Manhattan at two in the morning, completely ruining the dress you were wearing from earlier in the night with your tears. You were sure you looked a mess. You could feel the makeup running down your face, and since you'd been crying for at least three hours, you imagined your foundation had streaks in it as well. Your previously elegant hair was now ruffled up from how much you had been combing your hands through it, and you were sure that if the paparazzi could see you right now, they would make a fortune off of how you looked. 
                          
You heard your phone go off for the hundredth time that night and, unlike all the other calls previously, the caller ID made you actually pick up the phone and answer it. 
                          
"MJ?" You said in between sniffles. 
                          
"When were you gonna tell me that you're in New York? You've been here for two days and not a single text or phone call telling me you're here? I'm hurt." You could hear MJ's smile through her words, so you knew she wasn't actually upset. Although you left this life behind five years ago when you moved to California, you stayed in touch with MJ. She was your best friend and she knew that you were almost always busy, and that you'd reach out to her when you had enough time to spend with her. 
                          
"Sorry, MJ. I had, uh... a party to go to. I was gonna call you tomorrow." You weren't technically lying. You did go to a party earlier, hence the expensive dress you were currently wearing, but you didn't know that your boyfriend of four years was going to propose at that party. You thought about the events that unfolded again and you started crying once more. 
                          
"Y/N, what's wrong?" MJ asked, concern taking over her voice. 
                          
"Nothing, nothing. I'm just really tired." You lied. There was no point in lying, however, because MJ was much smarter than she made people believe and she knew something was wrong.
                          
"You cry when you're tired?" She asked in a sarcastic tone. You sighed and gave in.
                          
"The party wasn't what I actually thought it was going to be," You started. "It was a shit show, honestly." 
                          
MJ remained silent for a few moments, before she finally spoke back up.
                          
"You said no, didn't you?"