click! 1 (e.w.)
SYNOPSIS: you need a roommate, and you love eggplant. [college au]
WORD COUNT: 3.7k
WARNINGS: photographer/roommate!ellie, ocs an artist with a reputation :p, theyâre both rude as shit, crack, all ocs are black coded yeeahhh yeah, awkward meetings, slut-shaming, brief cunninglingus, mention of eviction, smut later yall know tha vibesÂ
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A/N: short part just stay w me lemme cook... excited 2 write this lets get this shit yall
âW-What do you mean youâre moving?âÂ
Your roommate and best friend wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close. Tears flooded in your eyes as she whispered the daunting news, your heart cracking in your chest.Â
âIâm moving soon, stink.â Too soon, according to her. Sheâll be gone by next week. Amaya snickered sadly as she cooed in your temple. âIt's for good reason, though.â
Your ears perk, a curious hum vibrating her shoulder.Â
âI got that internshipâ â
All sadness melds into excitement for your favorite person. You leap into her arms with squeals of congratulatory joy, planting smacking kisses all over her squishy cheek.Â
âOh my god! You shouldâve said that first, bitch! What the fuck!â You wipe your tears on her hoodie.Â
Her laughter rattles through your neck, âI just found out after class! I almost got hit by a fucking bus reading the email.âÂ
Amaya sets you down, rambles about her new position as a songwriting intern spilling from her like an overfilled glass. Tears of joy flow from you and her as she retells every detail about her acceptance. Sheâs leaving in a week and a half and going farther than you thought.Â
âGirl⌠youâre really moving to New York?âÂ
âOnly for like⌠four months, max. But yeah⌠Boutta be on BET come next yearâ â
âMaya.âÂ
âHm?â
â⌠I canât pay rent by myself,â you whisper, cringing and embarrassed.Â
You hate to ruin her moment, but youâre concerned; Living off campus isnât cheap and moving in the middle of the semester is less than ideal. Itâd be a fucking hassle, and â to be frank â youâre not a people person.Â
People like having you around because youâre fun, sure. But your reputation isnât what you hoped for it to be when you moved out of your dadâs place for school. You wanted to be recognized for your creativity, and while your professors never hesitated to praise your talents, your peers failed to see past the status that was placed upon you.Â
Frankly, youâre deemed as a dumb whore, especially after your falling out with one of the campuses best softball pitchers.Â
It wasnât even your fault. One raunchy snap to the wrong person and people think you live for sex and sex only! Just when you think everyone is over slut-shamingâŚÂ
âYou thought I was gonna leave you to fend for yourself? Guess what I did.âÂ
Oh God. âWhat?âÂ
She twiddles her fingers together villainously, âI may or may not have set up an application on the student homepageâ â
The small glimmer of hope washes away, shoulders dropping, fingers coming up to massage your temples. Â
âMayaâŚâ You exhale, trying to keep calm, âYou know those things donât fucking work!âÂ
Roommate compatibility is a fucking scam. No one ever notes how they actually are in the application. You think youâve found someone thatâs clean, quiet, stays out of your space without permission and the next day you find dead roaches under your couch. College attendees have no idea what bleach is and it makes you sick.Â
âDamn⌠youâre usually optimistic.âÂ
âIâm optimistic about good ideas. Iâm gonna be living with a fucking freak from Craigslist, thanks a lot.âÂ
âCâmooon! Youâll be fine, babe, trust me.â Amaya wraps her arms around your neck once more, wetly smacking your cheek before turning to paddle to her room. âPlus, youâll meet someone new!â
When you don't follow, she spins. She mustâve noticed your impassiveness, poutingly asking to help me pack? Tears overwhelm your ducts once more, quietly taking her extended hand as she leads you to her bedroom.Â
DAY ONE of roommate searching began, and you were already prepared to move back in with your dad. Amaya had enough time to orchestrate the housing agreement with you, making sure to highlight some of your most important characteristics in a roommate. One of the main ones being cleanliness. Some form of organization.Â
DAY TWO was easier⌠Someone finally made it to the in-person interview stage. They didnât make it far, though; They wouldnât stop smacking their gum and it drove you crazy. Back to square one.Â
DAY SIX came around and you were losing hope; Why are frat boys applying to live with you? Youâd rather jump into oncoming traffic than house with any of Abbyâs annoying, dirty friends. You've seen their house on numerous occasions and it never fails to make your skin crawl.Â
Itâs DAY THIRTEEN, and Amayaâs gone. After the sobbing fit with your best friend at the airport earlier, you got back to work.Â
DENY REQUEST.Â
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DENY REQUEST.Â
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DENY REQUEST.Â
You sigh in exhaustion and lean back in your chair. If you don't take a break from your screen in the next five seconds, your eyes will bleed.Â
Why are people⌠so odd?Â
The number of applications youâve had to deny in the last week is criminal; Why are cis-het men continuously filling out applications knowing theyâre not welcome in your space?!Â
Even the people that made it to the in-person interview stage are incapable of being⌠not strange. Youâd rather die than live with someone who collects dead maggots in mason jars (yes, you did almost call the police when they described their fascination with death in depth)!
All you need is one fruitful application with an identity to match! Just one.Â
Amaya still calls from New York whenever she has a moment of peace to see how the roomie-search is going, but you canât ignore the sadness that fills your heart every time she misses a call. Her laughter is gone, and your day-to-day life feels empty.Â
Theyâre already working your bestie to the bone; You hope she can feel your encouragement from thousands of miles away.Â
You scroll and click, scroll and click, scroll and deny deny deny until you pause, your eyes skimming over the application with a familiar name.Â
ELLIE WILLIAMS.Â
Ellie from stats, you instantly recognize. Curiosity perks and your brows furrow, sipping lukewarm tea as you skim over her contact information, her pet preferences, all the way down to her additional commentary. A snicker left at her blunt statement.Â
temporary request. my last roommate moved and iâm poor. just waiting on this job approval.Â
⌠Ellie in a nutshell. How relatable.
At least sheâs not a complete stranger. Every interaction with her stirs in your mind as you jot her number down on a lone sticky-note. They were nothing special from your perspective: the two of you exchanging notes, her holding the door open as everyone scurried out of class, you asking for a pencil (and her asking for it back after the lecture), and you canât help but wonder why she would want to apply to share a space with anyone, let alone you.Â
She's only ever been described as standoffish by your peers. From the outside, Ellieâs blank. Flat tone, flat expression, plain appearance, and the fact that you never know what sheâs thinking is unsettling. Youâre thrown off your game whenever sheâs near and you hate it.Â
But the spot is temporary; Amaya will be back in a couple of months, and it seems Ellieâs leaving sometime soon by her small note.Â
You down the rest of your tea and stretch where you sit, pondering. Trying to imagine Ellie in your space.
âI donât know why I canât take Mayaâs spot. Iâd make an excellent roommate.âÂ
Your expression flattens, glare piercing through your good friend.Â
Abby scoffs, âCâmooon! I mind my business...â She pauses, leaning across the table, nearly knocking your coffee over. Her whispers send a shock down your spine, ââŚand I give good head. Iâm a package deal.âÂ
A brow raises. Abbyâs sweeter than candy and she puts it down, but you already made the mistake of living with someone you fucked before, and you vowed to never do it again. If Amaya hadnât given you a place to stay after the blow up between you and your ball-throwing sneaky link, youâre not sure where you'd be. Definitely not a student; The stress wouldâve forced you to collapse. And drop out.Â
âSorry, stink. Not happening.âÂ
She rolls her eyes, âWhatever.â She takes a sip from her drink, âCanât believe youâd let that freak in before me.âÂ
You pause. âYouâre a freak, tooâ â
âIâm the good kind!â She searches like someoneâs watching her, voice dropping to a whisper, âEllieâs fucking weird, dude. Whenâs the last time youâve seen her interact with anyone? A literal fucking NPC. All sheâs programmed to do is stand and look.âÂ
âAnd give out pencils,â You interject with a snicker, âWho cares. I donât like most of the idiots here, either. I barely put up with your ass.âÂ
Abby raises her glove-covered palms in surrender, âFuck it. When I see an alert about a missing student, Iâll know who it is.âÂ
âYouâre so fucking extraâ â
DING!
Your neck cranes towards the opening cafe door, shock surging through your body at the sight of the NPC in question. Ellie silently stands at the back of the line, headphones secured on her head and nose red from the cold, classically bored expression plastered on her face.Â
âOh, this is hilarious,â Abby huffs, âGo greet your new housemate.âÂ
Another glare is sent in her direction, âCan you shut up? Her nameâs not on any lease. I barely talked to her.â Â
âDo it now, then. Triple dog dare you.â Abby smirks behind her cup.Â
You sigh and raise from your seat, âYouâre a cunt.âÂ
âThe wettest. Go.âÂ
You flick her forehead before making your way over to Ellie, whoâs mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Her sniffles get louder with each step you take, metal music blasting through her speakers.Â
You tap her shoulder and she jumps, sliding one of her ear cups over to hear.Â
âHey, Ellie,â you smile politely.Â
â⌠Sup,â she mutters hoarsely, turning her body towards you, eyes filled with⌠nothing. Expected.Â
Silence passes, and you fill it, âI got your app yesterday. Just wanted to come and introduce myself.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
More silence. You can see Abby out the corner of your eye, mockingly swiping her tongue between her index and middle finger. You flush and stutter, and Ellieâs staring like you have two heads.Â
âI, uh⌠yeah. Iâve been having interviews with some people that submitted a form. You free sometime this week?âÂ
âUhhâŚâ She glances down at her phone. âYeah. Around five tomorrow.âÂ
More silence. Fuck, this is awkward.Â
â⌠Cool.â You pull your phone out and text her saved number, the alarm ringing from her phone. âThatâs me. Just call before you stop by.âÂ
She nods and turns her back to you, cranking her music to full volume. You gawkily shuffle where you stand before hustling back to your table, Abby cackling to herself. You plop down and kick her under the table, but she laughs harder.Â
âWhatâd I say!âÂ
âNot a thing,â You hiss, âSheâs just a little awkward. Itâs not that serious.âÂ
âOh, yeah.âÂ
âOh yeah what.âÂ
âSheâs definitely your fucking housemate.â She tsks in disappointment before a smirk appears, her eyes darkening. âCan I eat it one last time before she moves in?âÂ
A jolt surges in your tummy, your hand closing into a fist. You kick her again and she giggles.Â
Time passes as you and Abbyâs conversation carries on like normal. Another ding rings through the coffee shop after some time, and you watch Ellieâs backpack bounce as she rushes down the sidewalk; Abbyâs rambles about a soccer player sheâs trying to smash sound like gibberish.Â
Ellie has a Spider-Man charm and laminated polaroid latched onto her zipper.Â
⌠Cute.Â
Youâre going to fail statistics over a random.
Your professorâs voice sounds like white noise; Every pause she takes is used as an opportunity to sneak glances at Ellie. None of your notes are useful; The doodles and sloppy scribbles are solidifying that incoming F, for sure. Only fifteen minutes until youâre out of here.Â
Sheâs two seats down from you, jotting down whatever she deems necessary for the midterm. You didnât even register her answering the professorâs question, her rosy lips curving around her teeth with each syllable.Â
Ellie blinks slowly, twice, three times before her eyes lock with yours, brows furrowed, evidently confused at your gawking.Â
Your stomach drops with your gaze, fingers curled tightly around your pencil.Â
The lecture finally comes to a close as your thoughts flurry, wordlessly shoving your books into your bag. A light tap on your shoulder yanks your attention.Â
Ellie stands before you, puffer cinched under the bands of her backpack and cheeks just as rosy as before.Â
âHey. Can we switch the time?âÂ
âHuh?â Donât stare, donât stare.Â
She sighs, âThe time for the interview. Can we change it?âÂ
You blink dumbly, âUh⌠sure. To what time?âÂ
Agitation creases her brows. âNow. Something came up and I canât miss it.â She pauses, eyes flicking awkwardly around the room, weakly adding, âIf thatâs okay.âÂ
âUm⌠yeah, no problemâŚâ You peer at the clock on the wall, âYou want a coffee?âÂ
A slight wince from her. â⌠Yup.âÂ
She clearly doesnât by the way her fingers are anxiously tapping on her thigh, but you nod nonetheless, hurriedly grabbing your belongings and leading her down to the student lounge.Â
âI donât want you thinking this interview is one-sided,â You pray your gentle smile is calming the evident nerves of the freckled girl. âYou can ask me anything you want, as well. If you have any concerns, any questions, shoot.âÂ
Ellieâs eyes are glued to her coffee cup, but her head bobs, expression void. Silence simmers between you.Â
âI usually start these off with an icebreaker to get the jitters out! Just list three facts about yourself and Iâll follow.âÂ
Ellieâs lone hand comes up to scratch underneath her ear before meeting your gaze. Her eyes are so pretty; Too bad thereâs nothing behind them.Â
âOr I can go, sure, so!â Your hands clap together, âIâll start with myself. Iâm majoring in graphic design, Iâm secretly a theater nerd, and I dream about owning an eggplant farm.âÂ
The girl before you clearly didn't expect that last statement. Her brows crease and the corner of her lip arches upward in a barely-there smile. Foreign to her face.Â
âThatâs not a fact,â She mutters, the shell in her pupils cracking. Just slightly.Â
âWho cares, I love eggplant. Best vegetable by a landslide.âÂ
âSike.âÂ
You scoff in disbelief, âWhat?âÂ
âEverybody on the planet knows that squash is god-tierâ â
You squint, âSquash? Are you deadass?â
âItâs fucking versatile!â Ellieâs voice pitches higher, and your grin widens, âYou can put it in everything and you donât have to do much. Eggplant sucks up everything in the pan and still comes out soggy and tastelessâ â
Choked laughter leaves your mouth, âIf you donât know how to cook, just say that.âÂ
Her mouth drops in exaggerated shock. âI know how to fuckinâ cook.âÂ
âRight.âÂ
âI do, what the heâ â
âFun fact about Ellie: she canât cook!â You kiddingly sneer. She chuckles and shakes her head, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. You almost miss her statement, âI take pictures.âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âI wanna be a professional photographer... At some point. I take picâ â
Ellieâs phone vibrates on the table and she leaps into action, snatching her bag from beside her and standing from her seat.Â
âWaitâ â
âI gotta go,â She mutters as she straps her bag around her shoulders. âSorry. See you later.âÂ
Ellie throws some bills on the table before dipping, her phone pressed against her ear, rambling about making time. She barely touched her coffee.Â
Couldâve been worse, you utter to yourself.Â
Days pass, and you donât hear from Ellie.Â
When you saw her in stats two days after the interview, she hardly acknowledged you, morphing into the hermit that you knew her to be. You noted how tired she looked, though. You wouldâve asked if she were okay if she hadnât run out of class without a word.Â
Youâre weighing your options: allowing a random oddball into your apartment, or allowing a random oddball who hates eggplant into your apartment. Rent is due next week, and Amayaâs space is still vacant.Â
At this point, the roster is almost nonexistent, and Ellie was the least concerning candidate. Despite Abbyâs concern, she doesnât seem like the type of person to bury dead bodies in the front lawn.Â
âI dunno, friend. Sheâs a little weird. Getting mad incel vibes from her.âÂ
Your eyes roll back into your skull as you munch on cashews, âYouâre getting vibes from someone you never talked to. She seemed cool at the interview.âÂ
âYeah, 'cause vegetable debates are so note-worthy,â Amaya scoffs.Â
Sheâs starting to sound a little too much like Abby, âI think yâall are forgetting that this is a temporary solution. Iâm not tryna spend the rest of my fucking life with her! I need rent paid and she needs a place to stay for a few months.âÂ
Your best friendâs sigh drags through the line, âAlright⌠It seems like you made up your mind.âÂ
âLike I said, rent is due. I donât have many options.âÂ
âStop stressing. You found my replacement, apparently.âÂ
She pauses before hollering, âBITCH, ITâS SATURDAY! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU INSIDE? WHEREâS ABBY?âÂ
âOut smashing soccer players.â You huff.Â
âDamn⌠My fault.âÂ
âIâm chilling. I just need head.âÂ
âGo out! Find somebody!âÂ
You groan, âThen Iâll have to shaveâ â
âNair exists, you bonehead! Just go! You keep calling in a bad mood and itâs getting on my nerves!âÂ
You ponder and glance at your digital clock. Itâs not even ten⌠Abby did tell you that Kappa was throwing.
âI can hear the engines turning in your big head. Bye.âÂ
Laughter explodes from you at the dial tone.Â
âHey, Siri⌠call Abby.âÂ
âCALLING ABBY BIG DICK SLUTâ â
Tonight has been a blur since you left your apartment.Â
You remember making it halfway through Blam Boom before your speaker died, downing your last couple of shots of 1800, and Ubering to the location Abby pinged.Â
It only took a few minutes for her to scoop you up onto the packed kitchen counter and shove her tongue in your mouth. One shout of Iâm horny from you and she was yours for the rest of the night.Â
Now youâre pressed up against some bathroom sink upstairs, Abbyâs head shaking between your legs, your jeans and underwear flung onto the shower rail. Each flick of her tongue is both clumsy and precise, applying pressure exactly where you need it.Â
Your clitâs throbbing under her tongue, the muscle igniting the flame in your tummy as your climax builds, zaps in your spine. Cries of her name meld with the booming music from outside, the walls rattling like nerves in your toes.Â
Abbyâs gorgeous under you, you know it, the drunk part of your brain knows it, your desperate cunt knows it, but youâre no longer thinking about her compared to earlier. Your mind is elsewhere, somewhere it shouldnât be.Â
Youâre thinking of freckles. Green eyes instead of blue. Chapped, rosy lips, and you donât know why. But you succumb to it. Ellieâs trapped underneath your eyelids, crowding your senses, your empty head suddenly full of images of her in any way you could conjure.Â
Your orgasm shatters you, but youâre silent, trembling hand glued over your mouth as Abby groans in your cunt. Sheâs a doll, easing you back down to earth, dragging your underwear and pants up your shaky legs and getting you back home safely.Â
When youâre showered and your teeth are brushed, she tucks you in, gently kissing your forehead. You beg her to stay with you, but she declines with I know how you get before silently departing.Â
Your phone is squeezed between your fingers after minutes of trying to sleep, eyeing Ellieâs saved contact until darkness overtakes you.Â
The pounding on your door is worse than the ones from inside your skull. Fuck Tequila, from the bottom of your heart. Waves of nausea crash over you with every waddle, hobbling your hunched form over to yank the front door open.Â
A bored Ellie stands in front of you, a large camera and headphones hanging from her neck, seemingly cozy in her sweater and puffer, large duffel bags packed to the brim with clothes dangling from her shoulders. Your cheeks warm instantly. Gray sweats, gray sweatsâ
âIâm here,â She states plainly.Â
â⌠Why?â You croak.
Ellieâs seems just as confused as you, her eyes piercing as if her appearance is obvious.Â
âTo move in.âÂ
â⌠Why?â
Ellie sighs and snags her phone from her jacket pocket, swiping a few times before nearly blinding you with her screen.Â
Your jaw nearly hits the floor. When the fuck did you send that?Â
âSo, Iâm here,â she slips her device back in her pocket. âWhich room am I in?âÂ
âE-Ellie, uh⌠there's been a misâ â
âLook,â she holds her pale, veiny hands up. âI donât wanna beat around the bush anymore. I got evicted and I need a place to stay until I secure this job. Iâm willing to put down whateverâs needed for rent but I donât have time to bullshit.âÂ
Ellie proceeds, sarcasm slipping, âRespectfully.âÂ
She pushes past your stunned form, bags accidentally brushing against your bare legs. You can't even move to stop her; You merely watch Ellie shuffle to inspect the living room, the small kitchen, pausing in front of the abstract painting you made for your dad before eventually moving down the hall and into Amayaâs empty space. How the fuck did she get in the building, anyway?
Your deer-like eyes lock with her void, mossy ones as she peers over her shoulder.Â
âI still have some stuff to pick up. Please leave my key under the mat if you go somewhere.âÂ
Before she enters the empty room next to yours, you hear her gruffly say, âLeave the lease on the table so I can sign it, too.â
Amayaâs â Ellieâs door slams shut seconds later, the soft click of the door locking follows suit.Â
âŚ
What the fuck just happened. Gall almost surpasses your anger. The audacity...
For the first time, youâre grateful that your shift is in two hours. You need to get the fuck out of here before you cause a scene and catch a case.Â
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click! 4 (e.w.)
SYNOPSIS: you need a roommate, and you love eggplant. [college au]
WORD COUNT: 6.7kÂ
WARNINGS: photographer/roommate!ellie, ocs an artist with a rep and black, angst⌠these hoes toxic, crazy sexual tension, kissing!!! :), fondling, dry humping, fingering!!, some dirty talk uh oh, slight unrequited love, bad communication⌠like awful, more slut shaming, mentions of awful parents, brief mention of alc and weed
This eucalyptus face mask is not doing what itâs supposed to!Â
Ultimate calming effect! Relaxation is at your feet and on your face!Â
⌠Yeah, right. Why is your blood pressure touching the ceiling, then?Â
Itâs fucking Sunday and itâs dark outside. Itâs not even seven yet. You can hear rustling in the living room and you know Ellieâs prepping for today. Your anxiety is through the roof and in the clouds!Â
Why the fuck did you accept this much responsibility again? What if you look like a fucking idiot and she fires you? Is this even a job if itâs a one-time thing? Your hands are sweating. Is it too late to jump out your window and plummet to your death?
Meow! Meow!Â
âGood morning, baby girl! Are you hungry?â You hear Ellie coo through the wall and your heart sores. You'd be smiling so wide if this mask wasnât solid concrete.Â
You walk into the living room and are blinded by the bright ceiling lights. Your bill is going to skyrocket!Â
âHi.âÂ
Ellie, cat in arms, jumps at your voice, spinning to face you. Your skin is on fire as her eyes glaze over your appearance, cheeks tinting and fingers twitching under the thick fur.Â
âHey⌠you look⌠you look nice,â She mutters back, and you smile.Â
âThank you.âÂ
Meow!
Ellieâs brow arches at the baby. âYeah? You think so, too?âÂ
Meow! Meow!
Ellie sets her down and lets her roam, shoving her hands into her sweats. She takes a step closer. âWhatâre we gonna name her?âÂ
âToothleâ â
Ellie rolls her eyes, âOh my god, thatâs so fucking basic.â
âWell, excuse me! Iâll shut the fuck up!â You snark playfully, âWhat were you thinking, Ms. I donât fuck with animals?â
âI already told yoâ â
âAHT, AHT!â You hold a finger up to hush her and she scoffs, âToothless is one of the best animated characters of our time! Loyal, cute as fuck! Fuck everybody else in that movie! Show the dragââ
âPickle.âÂ
âWhat.âÂ
âIâve been calling her Pickle! Her name is pickle.â Ellieâs smiling at the pattering kitten, and, for some reason, you donât fight her on it. She looks so happy; Pickle it is.Â
Sheâs clicking her tongue at Pickle who rubs against her covered leg. With those gray sweats on, sheâs luring two cats overâ
âYou ready?â Ellie exhales. Your eyes widen, yanked out of your drifting thoughts. You nod gently, jitters kicking in your fingertips.Â
âSorry you had to wake up this early. It takes a while for me to edit and all that, butâ â
âEllie, donât worry! Iâm â Iâm excited! Just, uh⌠Just guide me, I guess. Youâre the one with the vision.â Youâre not sure if the shoot or Ellie is making you nervous. She smells so good, freshly showered and warmth radiating off of her.Â
â⌠Guide you?â She smirks.Â
Suddenly, the air is hot. âYeah, like⌠tell me what to do⌠f-for the shot.â You awkwardly point at the set.Â
âGiving me permission to use you?â She wisps and your lashes flutter, head bobbing dumbly in approval. The other cat has made her appearance! Sheâs meowing! Somebody stop her!Â
âAlright, then⌠go sit.â Ellieâs head nods towards the black stool in the middle of the backdrop, and youâre moving like a trackstar, plopping down on the stool. Ellie clicks her tongue again and Pickle meows.Â
âGonna put her in my room for now. Donât wanna scare her.â She scoops Pickle up and waddles into the short hallway, giving kit-kat one last kiss before softly shutting her door.Â
Your catless roomie is in front of you in an instant, fiddling with that big ass umbrella before adjusting her tripod.Â
âSo, explain. What does all this do?âÂ
âUmâŚâ she looks through her camera lense. Right at you, âDifferent things. Has to do with light control for the most part. Red is your color, by the way.âÂ
You gaze at your fit; Youâre going to cry. âThanks.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
Some silence passes before Ellie grumbles, âYouâre slouching.âÂ
Your shoulders instantly straighten. Maybe too much, âNo, Iâm not.âÂ
A blank look from Ellie as she peeks from behind the lense, âDonât slouch. Youâre the star, remember?â She jabs jokingly. You take a deep breath. Another clumsy adjustment trying to find a pose.Â
Ellie snorts as she watches you struggle, and you pout. âI'm sorry! I donât knowâŚâ You move like a robot and she laughs. Why is she walking closer? Oh, fuckâÂ
âHere.â Her hands grab your shoulders, and you go lax, right in her grasp, allowing her to move you however she wants. Her touch is melting your skin through your sleeves.Â
âJust⌠stay there.â Three wide steps, and sheâs behind her camera, âChin down a little.â She mutters. Sheâs encouraging with every instruction you follow, and youâre relaxing. Your movements are small, but by the series of bright flashes, they must be good enough to capture. You hope. Please, God.Â
âStay right there. Thatâs perfect.âÂ
âThatâs it. Yeah, put your leg there.âÂ
âTwist your body a little.âÂ
I like that look, thatâs good. Keep doing that.Â
You donât know what your eyes are doing, but Ellie's eating it up. She doesnât know what her words are doing for your confidence. Sheâs in your ears, in your presence, encouraging everything youâre giving the flashing camera. Your poses get bolder, eyes going softer the more you inspect her.Â
âChin down again. Like⌠look through your lashesâŚâÂ
Ellieâs so focused on you and itâs making your mouth water. Sheâs so calm and controlling, but not overbearing. She lets you take the reins and yanks them when sheâs got something. The twist of your wrist, the flutter of your lashes, the doting expression on your face. Itâs sparking something in her, you can see it from where you sit. She's so attractive when sheâs working.Â
And then she smiles and your heart leaps. Flash.Â
âYou like this.â She notes.Â
Another flash when you smile, âA little. This is fun.âÂ
âOh, yeah? Iâm getting booked for your grad pics?âÂ
Not if you fail statistics! âGonna have to ask my dad! Heâs picky!âÂ
She hums with a light chuckle. âYou look good in these. Heâll like me.âÂ
More flashes, and thereâs scratching at Ellieâs door. She sighs like it pains her to continue, âHold on, baby! Almost done!â She coos at Pickle.Â
She mutters, âIâm gonna take, like⌠ten more. The moodâs gonna change a little if thatâs cool.âÂ
You stop yourself from slouching. âSure, uh⌠what do I do now?âÂ
âImagine love as a vice. Think about the turmoil that comes with losing that feeling for somebody.âÂ
Your mind instantly whirls to Dina and your heart cracks. What a turn of fucking events!Â
âUm⌠is that like⌠isnât that like, a lot?âÂ
Ellieâs unfazed, âEmotions are a lot. Thatâs the point.âÂ
You donât like this anymore. Vulnerability. Blegh. â⌠Okay.âÂ
Sheâs waiting on you, but youâre frozen. You canât stop thinking about every moment you and Dina spent together. Everything was so⌠good. It was filled with happiness. You anticipated every day that came because it meant youâd see her.Â
âAlright?âÂ
You look up at Ellieâs call. You ignore her.Â
âAm I emoting well?â You snicker sarcastically. Youâre aching inside.Â
She studies you, all over your face, but youâre stunted. You donât know what to say.
âYes.â She whispers, and you nod, mind wandering to the darkest parts of your memory. You miss being happy. The cameraâs flashing, but youâre unperturbed. How much will you be able to ruin before you die? If your wallowing is jeopardizing the shot, Ellie doesnât comment on it. You focus on the clock ticks coming from the kitchen.Â
Ellieâs gentle voice pulls you from underwater after a while, âOkay⌠I think thatâs it.â Your breath is ragged and your fingers wonât stop twitching. Youâre up from your seat with a breathy okay, sliding into the kitchen and stealing a water bottle from the fridge. Thereâs cluttering behind you but youâre desperately downing your drink.Â
She's closer than you think. Right behind you, actually! You almost choke when her hand softly closes around your bicep.
âHey, um⌠You okay?â
You swallow harshly and nod, blinking away tears; Sheâs so close, âLove fucking sucks.â You joke wetly.Â
A laugh that caresses your ears escapes her, âDamn. Fuck that shit, then.âÂ
âFinally, someone gets it! Fuck, likeâŚâ You set your water down and wipe away heavy droplets with your free arm. Ellieâs eyes travel over your face, lands of green sparkling in her pupils.Â
âI really appreciate you doing this for me.â She whispers.Â
âOf course!â Your smile is delicate, âI hope thereâs something in there you can use.âÂ
Her head shakes, smile as gentle as rose petals, âI got it, trust me.âÂ
The silence that follows is heavy, your breaths in sync. âWas⌠Are you okay?â Youâve never seen her eyes this delicate. You nod, eyes dropping to her mouth on instinct. Youâre suddenly back in your car, you and Ellie leaning over the center console to get to each other. Her breath is hitting your face again, and youâre itching for her to kiss you.Â
Sheâs reading your body language the closer she gets, checking in, memorizing every green light youâre giving her.Â
âEllieâŚâ You canât even hear yourself. Her hand unravels from your arm, frosting your sizzling cheek like snowflakes. Her warmth is engulfing you, and with one last breath, her lips connect with yours. It's short lasting, though. Ellie pulls away, shock plastered on her face.Â
She's stuttering and slowly backing away⌠or something like that. Youâre not listening, nor do you want an apology. You grab the drawstring dangling from her gray hoodie and yank her closer, mouth pressing against hers.Â
Ellieâs stiffness melts, weightless against you as your mouths mold together. She's sighing, arm wrapping around your waist, warmth simmering between your closed bodies. Your arms wrap around her neck as she inches forward, small steps until you're pressed against the marble.Â
The kiss is slow and steady. You both give in to each other, studying, memorizing every inch of her mouth. Gentle smacks sound in the silent space of the kitchen, clammy hands traveling anywhere they can reach: the nape of her neck, massages on your hips, steadying your stumbles as you push against her. Your fingers inch upwards until they're at her sloppily done bun, loosening the hair tie and pulling as gently as you can, soft strands wrapping around your digits like vines.Â
Ellieâs humming and her hips push against you, so you pull again, smiling gently into the kiss. She pushes again, harder this time, hips languid as they trap you against the counter. Your thighs widen for her, and she takes the lead, hands digging into your thighs and lifting you onto the granite.Â
The kiss turns desperate swiftly after, Ellieâs tongue pushing past your mouth, her hands slowly pulling your tucked shirt from your pants. Youâre biting at her lip, caressing her thighs over her sweats, trapping her between your legs, keeping her close.Â
One last wet smack and youâre traveling down her jaw to the side of her neck, littering kisses all over her burning skin. You try not to make your inhales too obvious, but you canât help it. Her scent drives you up a wall.Â
She follows your lead, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck, sucking the skin, lightly scratching at the skin on your hips. She yanks you closer, nearly sitting you on top of her, ass barely on the counterâ
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
You both jolt like youâve been caught, a thin line of spit connecting your bottom lips.Â
âExpecting someone?â She mumbles dazedly, and you silently deny. âAre you?âÂ
âBe serious.â She says flatly.Â
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!Â
The pounds on the door arenât shit to Ellie, apparently; Her lips are back on you in a second. A gasp surges through you, âOh, fuck! What if someone saw Pickle and theyâre trynaâ â
âSheâll be fine,â she whines between suckles on your throat.Â
You whimper wantonly, but the knocks get aggressive. It has to be Carol! You donât want Ellie to stop, but you push her.
âEâEllieâ â
She releases you with an annoyed huff, giving you enough room to hop off the counter. Scratches and meows alert you once more, and you run to the front door, whisper-yelling to Ellie, âHide Pickle! Hide her!â
âOkay, okay, damn,â She sighs in annoyance, heading back down the hallway. You can hear Ellieâs soft shushes to the kitty, meows swiftly replaced with purrs. You think Pickle has chosen her favorite parent.Â
You yank the door open and your heart plummets.Â
âHey, uh⌠hi.â Abbyâs voice cracks and her nose is glowing red. Your heart pulls in your chest at the sight of her soft eyes.Â
âHi, Abby,â You say softly. She shyly peers at her feet. âHow are you?â
A soft smile spreads across her face, âIâm not here to talk about me, I wanna apologize. I, um⌠I wanted to call but I thought Iâd do it in person.âÂ
âNo need. Iâm sorry, toâ â
But Abby isnât having it, dropping onto one knee in the middle of the complex hallway, taking your hand in hers, âOh, how I treated Thee, for I am full of regret. What do I owe Thou the pleasure of forgiveness?âÂ
You holler laughter, âBitch, is that a question? What the fuck do I say to that.âÂ
â⌠I actually donât know, what the fuckâ â
âYouâre actually the fucking worst, get up,â Youâre pulling your friend to her feet and wrapping your arms around her neck, pressing light kisses to her cheek. She lifts you and carries you inside, kicking the door shut.Â
âWas it Carol?âÂ
You barely hear your roommate from behind you. Abby sets you down, and youâre met with a⌠blank Ellie. This version of her is almost unfamiliar.Â
âHm?â
âWas,â Her eyes flicker towards your friend, âWas it Carol?â Your eyes flicker to Abby, confused as ever.Â
âUm, no, thank God, right?â You laugh awkwardly, âEllie, this is Abby. Abby, this is Ellie, my new roomie.âÂ
Abby slaps on her signature smile, extending her hand in greeting, âNice to meet you. I heard a lot.â
Ellieâs eyes flicker between Abbyâs hand and her face, eyes squinted. She only nods before murmuring to you, âPickleâs fed. Lock the door if you leave.âÂ
Your mouth drops, but before you can say anything, Ellieâs door slams shut, lock clicking, barricading herself, shut off from the outside. Pickle scurries into your open space at the noise. A stunned Abby finally drops her hand and turns to you with an expression reading I told you so. Your heart jolts and itâs painful.Â
âCâmon,â Abby coos, hands massaging your shoulders, âI owe you pancakes.âÂ
You try to smile, but it doesnât reach your eyes. Not like it should at the mention of a free meal. For some reason, you feel guilty.Â
IHOP needs to have their holiday menus all year round; These cinnamon roll pancakes are fucking lethal! You shoved your platter down and already want seconds. Abbyâs too sweet to you.Â
âAbby.âÂ
âHm?â She gnaws at her turkey bacon.Â
âIâm in a predicament.âÂ
âWhatâs the matter.âÂ
âI think I like Ellie.âÂ
Your friend pauses before sighing, âAlright. So, whatâs the plan?âÂ
âTo die, I think. Thatâs the only plan.âÂ
âDonât say that,â she chuckles. You shrug.Â
âWe made out and I liked it,â You whisper, âLike, a lot.âÂ
âDid yâall smash?â You shake your head.Â
âAre you gonna tell her?âÂ
You scoff, âDid you miss the part where I said to die? Iâd rather die. She hates my fucking guts all over again.âÂ
âI donât think she does.âÂ
âYou donât know her, Abbyâ â
âI know a jealous munch when I see one,â She smirks, âI was one for a long time.âÂ
Your jaw drops, âReally? With who?âÂ
She grins, but it doesnât meet her eyes, âDonât worry about it.âÂ
You pout. Why didnât she tell you?! Poor thing. You place a comforting hand on top of hers.
âPromise to tell me before graduation. I need some shit to look forward to.âÂ
âLike youâre gonna remember.âÂ
âFuck off! I never forget anything!âÂ
âYeah, anyway, your roomie was jealousâ â
Your shoulders drop and your eyes roll. Ellie and jealousy? Together? Bullshit. Tomfoolery. Fake news.Â
âAbby, I can't tell herâ â
âCanât or wonât?â Abby arches a brow, âYou know what you do and donât want. Youâre creating stupid rules that combat your feelings and wonder why you end up hurt. Cut it out.âÂ
⌠Either face your fears of abandonment or die alone. Interesting ultimatum. You choose the latter.Â
âYouâre very easy to read, believe it or not. You like her. Accept it or move on,â Abby mumbles around her extra-crispy hash brown.Â
You sigh. Youâve accepted it a long time ago; That's the issue. The only thing that can help you right now is more fucking cinnamon roll pancakes. Abby better leave this apology tab open.Â
Youâre hit with the usual warmth of the apartment the second you step in, finding Ellie on the couch with her feet kicked up, mindlessly fiddling with your favorite pen. Her silence makes your skin crawl; You never know what sheâs thinking.Â
âSo, what,â You shrug, setting your to-go bag on the counter, âAre you just gonna pout or are we gonna have an adult conversation?âÂ
âI donât think youâre capable of that,â She mumbles.Â
âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âIt means what it sounds like. Youâre fucking immature and inconsiderate.âÂ
Your heart nearly stops, âIâmâ â
She slices through your words, âSave that I donât know what you mean bullshit for someone else. If you and that bitch are still fucking, why the fuck did you kiss me?âÂ
Her accusation makes you snap, âFirst of all, I havenât fucked Abby in weeks! And even if I did, thatâs none of your fucking business! I can do whatever the fuck I want and I donât need to explain myself to you! And you kissed me first so donât start!âÂ
A grin grows on Ellie face, head tipping back onto the couch as she laughs to herself, sighing in disbelief, âI never thought I would regret a kiss so much in my fucking life, oh my god.âÂ
You scoff, ignoring the sudden ache in your chest, âFuck you.âÂ
âYou want to.âÂ
You hate how heat builds in your stomach, âI want to?â You snark, âYou shoved your tongue in my mouth a few hours ago. You want to. Donât fucking piss me off.âÂ
You stomp to your room before Ellie can say anything above her laughter. Your door slams and you pace across your small room. You ignore the stress building deep in your joints; The term is almost over. You donât need this fucking bullshit on your back right now!Â
To think you and Ellie were starting to get on good terms. If she wants to play that game, then fine; Youâve mastered the sport at this point! The kiss meant nothing to you either!
You hope her Christmas is fucking awful and she finds nothing but a pile of fucking rocks in her marijuana sock. What a cuntâ
Meow! Meow!
Your heart pulls at the small scratches at your door. You need your baby to give you some love since a certain someone wonât. Pickle calls out until you open the door, but your sad smile disappears at the sight of that someone propped against your door frame.Â
âShe wanted her mommy.â Ellie nods down at the kitten rubbing against your leg.Â
âFuck you.â You spit.Â
âFuck you.âÂ
âFuck you!â You shout and lean closer, but she doesnât seem threatened. That same sparkle in her eye is back, and, suddenly, your bodyâs flaming for another reason. The tip of her nose twitches, once, twice, three times, and you refuse to hold back any longer.Â
You grab her face and kiss her. Kiss her as hard as you can. Sheâs so fucking aggravating; Why canât she ever mind her fucking business? Youâre sick of her clocking your pussy! The kiss is hot and quick and it sends vibrations down to your toes. Itâs not until gentle purring fills your ears that you gasp and separate from your roommate.Â
You bend down to pick up your little princess. Ellieâs lips reconnect with your neck the second you're upright. âDid she eat?â You mutter.Â
âMhm. Twice.â You nod and kiss her small, furry head, âSheâs gonna be scratching at the door.â You ponder to yourself.Â
âWeâll make it quick,â She mumbles in between harsh sucks to your throat, nibbles at your lobe. You escape the attention for a split second to grab Pickleâs small toy mouse from your dresser, tossing it down the hall and into the living room. Her small paws skip across the floor as she slides the trinket all over the hardwood.Â
âWeâre not fucking.â You say harsher than necessary.Â
âI didnât ask.â
You gently shut the door and jump Ellieâs bones, releasing all your pent-up frustration and anger into another kiss. The formerly gentle tugs of her hair are replaced with harsh yanks that expose her throat. Seconds pass and sheâs pushing you onto your unmade bed, body bouncing before she climbs on top of you, reconnecting your mouths in the sloppiest kiss youâve ever shared⌠Itâs doing something to your cooter, though. Youâre wet as fuck.Â
Ellieâs fully onto top of you, body almost overheating from the layers of clothes between you. Her hips are sharp when they push into yours, swallowing all your stunned gasps and pleasured sighs. Your body is on fire and itâs making you lightheaded, but she feels so good on top.Â
Ellieâs cursing against your mouth and she bucks into you, right against the muscle of your thigh, and you just watch the flames spread in her orbs. Not the comforting greenery that you could get lost in for days. The trees are black and surrounded by clustered rubble. Sheâs grunting against your cheek, her nose hitting yours with every thrust.Â
A bold hand creeps between both your bodies and slips right into her wrinkly sweats, beneath her underwear, fingers drenched in seconds. You smirk when she whimpers your name between swears, palming the bud that throbs like a beating heart. Blush tints her cheeks the wetter she gets, pooling in your hand as you grind into her clit.Â
Ellieâs cute. Youâll give her that. So, you rub her harder.Â
âAgh, fuck, fuckâ â
You're snickering to yourself but Ellie doesnât care. Sheâs whining like a little bitch and humping you like a dogâŚÂ
Does she top? You should ask her after this. Post-nut gay quiz.Â
âFinger me, put yourâ oh shitâ â
âHmmâŚâ You suck your teeth, âNah.âÂ
She glares down at you, leaving fiery holes in your cheek, âDonât fâfucking piss me off right now.âÂ
You halt all your movements. âThatâs all youâve been doing since you got in this bitch. Shut the fuck up and take what I give youâŚâ You pause, âOr get the fuck off me. Your choice.âÂ
A full one-eighty, truly. How she goes from looking at you with intent to kill to a wounded puppy in seconds. Poor thing wants a treat. Your entire hand is drenched in her juices; She can wait a little longer.Â
âYou ate my fucking Doritos.âÂ
âWâWhat?â She sounds like sheâs going to cry. You canât stop smiling.Â
Slow circles on her clit, and her body wracks on top of you, âThe ones I hid in the cabinet⌠Nasty little thief. Gonna buy me some more?âÂ
Her breathing is so rapid, âYouâre so sâstupid fuckâ âÂ
âYouâre gonna do more than that⌠gonna show me whatâs in that fucking portfolio like you promised.â You whisper, hot against her face.Â
This is the strangest dirty talk youâve ever partaken in, but Ellieâs losing it on top of you. She hasnât shut up yet. Sheâs hiding her face in your neck, words vibrating against your skin. You donât know what she said, so you stop again. She sobs.Â
You sound sweeter than candy, âWhat was that?âÂ
Ellie doesnât answer. Just pants into your skin. You pat her clit a few times and she jerks to attention. âI asked you a question.âÂ
âFeels,â She heaves, âFeels so fucking goodâ â
âI didnât ask you that.â
âIâll show you â fuck, okay? Okay, okay, mâso closeâ â
Your thumb brushes against her clit, âI wanna see it after you nut.âÂ
She gasps words miles per minute, âI promise, Ipromise, touch me keep touching meâ â
Ellie attempts to grind into your hand once more, but you stretch, slippery fingers sliding lower until the tip of your index catches onto her pulsing hole. You can barely hear, but sheâs begging. Thank God you trimmed your nails.Â
You push in gently, Ellieâs teeth grazing the skin right underneath your ear. A shiver runs down your spine. She grins before biting down on it. You moan into the boiling air. Your finger gets swallowed by her walls; Sheâs so fucking tight and soft and sheâs clenching with every moan, your thighs squeezing around her hips.Â
Ellie continues to grind on top of you, practically riding your finger, her moans increasing in volume.Â
âE-Ellie, look at me, sit upââ She doesnât hesitate, clammy forehead resting on yours as you stare into her glossy, lustful eyes. Theyâre fluttering with every deep grind of your arched digit and your heart skips a beat.Â
âGimme one more, stretch me out,â she exhales onto your lips
âSure?â You breathe.Â
She groans, âYeah, fuck, mâgonna cum when you doâ â
âYou gotta cute face,â you whisper and giggle when her eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment, middle finger popping past the small entranceÂ
âFuck, babe, sâright thereâ â
Your walls clench at the name. Now youâre whining, âGimme it. Hurry up so I can play with my kid.âÂ
âO-Our fucking kidââ She chokes.Â
You hum playfully, âOddly domestic. Is this what marriage is like? Quickies in the laundry room when the babyâs watching Cocomelon?âÂ
âNo â fuck, do you ever shut the fuck up?â You canât even move from hard her walls are choking you, âMâcumming, Jesus fuckingâ son of aâ â
Ellieâs walls grip your fingers as she trembles on top of you, lips crashing onto yours as she groans in your mouth, and you smile. You shouldâve spit on her tongue, but you held back. Sheâs not ready. Fucking gremlin.Â
Her orgasm rocks her into exhaustion, her body going completely limp on top of you as her hips twitch into your touch. You stare up at the ceiling, mind racing.Â
You technically didnât fuck! Your pussy is quite convincing. You didnât, but you want to!Â
âWe didnât fuck.â You mumble.Â
She huffs dryly, voice low. Here comes the goosebumps! âSure.âÂ
âWe didnât,â you bemoan and pull out, slick smearing on both your clothes before you present the wet digits in front of your face. Ellie finally lifts her head to join the inspection of your drenched, wrinkly fingers. She smells good.Â
âGo wash your hands,â she croaks.Â
âMind your business.â You suck them clean and she snorts, rolling off and onto the bed. You sit up to open the door for Pick-Pick, but Ellie grabs your bicep.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou⌠You donât want toâŚ?âÂ
You look around blankly.Â
âDo you want me to do something⌠like an exchange?âÂ
Youâre not sure how to answer, but thankfully, curious meows and light scratching distract the both of you. Youâre moving like a robot into the living room, Ellie right on your tail, cooing at the baby who rubs all over her.Â
You take a seat on the⌠lavender-scented cushion. She bought a new freshener.Â
âEllie.âÂ
âWhat.âÂ
âI donât like you.âÂ
A scoff from her, âI donât care.âÂ
You pause. â⌠Wanna sniff my punani?â You mock.Â
She takes a seat, swiftly followed by Pickle, and turns her head in your direction, lip between her teeth, âCan I?âÂ
âWhat.âÂ
âJust a whiff.â She hums between snickers. The sensors in your brain are on fire. Ellie is so confusing.Â
You scratch your ear, stealing her habit, âYou⌠You want to?âÂ
She grabs your discarded pen from the coffee table, âYou want me to?âÂ
Yes. âNo.âÂ
Ellie nods and continues to fiddle with it, obnoxiously clicking it over and over. She doesnât fight you on it. How embarrassing. You really need head.Â
Your eyes meet your sock-covered feet, â⌠I was just kidding,â You mumble.Â
More pen clicking. âCome here for a second.â Your feet carry you at her grumble, plopping down onto the lavender-scented cushion. New freshener.Â
âIs this gonna be⌠a regular thing?âÂ
Your head shakes a ton. It most definitely will not. You canât take your eyes off how Ellie flips her pen. Her hands are bewitching. You need them in your throat again.Â
âI think we⌠just needed to get it out of our system?â You suggest. Unfortunately, it seems neither of you are convinced.Â
Pickle climbs up your sweatshirt, head rubbing against your chin. You peck her nose, âWhy do you think that.â Ellie asks.Â
âIâm not fucking someone I live with.â Your words are blunt, but Ellie doesnât seem shaken by them.Â
âWhy.âÂ
âBecause.â You say with finality.Â
She sighs, âBecause youâre scared of getting your feelings hurt by someone you care about again?âÂ
The bomb she drops is unexpected, but causes even more damage. Your shoulders immediately tense, on guard, âWhat the fuckâŚâ How did sheâŚ
Ellie winces, âDonât uh⌠donât be madâŚâÂ
âWhy the fuckâ how do you even know that?âÂ
âDina told me.â She blurts and you jump from your seat, glowering at the girl who sheepishly taps her fingers on the couch.Â
âThe fuck do you mean Dina told youâ â
More word-vomit. How long was she holding this shit from you? âS-She was my roommate. Sheâs the reason I got evictedâ â
Your throat is closing, ââŚIs this a fucking joke?â
Ellie cowers at your tone, âNot really.âÂ
âWhen the fuck were you going to tell me that youâre friends with my fucking ex?!â
âWeâre not friends!â She says meekly. âAnd you werenât officialâ â
âIt doesnât fucking matter, Ellie! What the fuck!â Your efforts of holding tears back fail, as usual. Youâre sick of crying in front of this broad. âShe fuâfucking ruined my life!â The stares you get will never fail to make you sick.Â
Ellieâs eyes remind you of glass. Breakable. You holler through sniffles, âIs that why you called me a fucking slut! Because that bitch told you some fake ass, fucked-up story about me whoring around campus?!âÂ
âDude, Iâmâ â
âI fucked over the sweetest fucking girl on campus, right? The worldâs best fucking pitcher got her heart broken by some low-life fucking artist with no future!â You rant until your breath is short, âI was fucking in love with her! I-I wanted to be with her, I wouldâve died for her! Iâmâ â
Your hands desperately grasp at your chest to get your heart to ease the knocking against your ribcage.Â
âYou think I-Iâm fucking easy, right? Thatâs why you came onto me earlier? âCuz Iâm a fucking whore?! A desperate slâslut with no self-worthâ â
The space you found comfort in is rapidly filling with darkness; Youâre being sucked into a void of nothing and you canât think. Ellie doesnât move, just stares over you with feeble pupils, hand clutched around that pen, the end of it leaving an indent in her sweats.Â
Pickle plops down onto your feet as you cry. You take her into your arms and hold her as close as possible, scurrying into your room. You fall back against the door and it slams, sliding down the wood as Kit-Kat nuzzles your chin. Sheâs the sweetest fucking thing in the world. How could such an angel be left in the snow to die?Â
Time moves in a blur as you weep. Your mom wouldâve held you if she were here.Â
What you would give for some parental guidance. You almost called your father.Â
Almost.Â
Click, click, click, click, clickâ
One, two, three, four. Breathe in, Breathe out. Five, sixâ
Thank God for your fucking custom pen. The noise is enough to distract her from breaking down in your tiny living room. She shouldâve snagged Pickle before you did; She needs a fucking hug.Â
Ellie hates being yelled at. More than anything. More than you. God, she fucking despises you.Â
You look and sound nothing like her mother, but youâre oddly alike. She pondered whether or not that was the reason she was drawn to you; She always finds herself trapped in spaces with fucking deflectors.Â
She hasnât even begun editing the photos from earlier. At this point, she doesnât even want to use them. Itâs a shame your eyes are so expressive; She wouldâve burned the pictures she took of you the second you left with that bitch if she wasnât so crunched for time. She needs to submit them so she can get the fuck out of here.Â
Youâd be an excellent actress; You have emotions down pact on camera. The dark part of her brain convinced her that you were thinking of her with that doting, yearnful look in your eye.Â
The photography company keeps sending her emails about completing her work profile and her fucking portfolio submission. Thatâs the only form of motivation she has left, and even then, she hasnât revisited those photos. She doesnât have much time to make them perfect.Â
Ellie swallows the lump in her throat over and over, thumb pressing down, down, down. She canât stop clicking your fucking pen. Just donât cry.Â
Your sobs almost get her there, almost push her over the edge, but she shuts her eyes and counts each click, matching them with every heave she releases. You, somehow, sound just like her fucking mom.Â
And Ellie, despite the backwards relationship between the two of you, still fucking kissed you. She shouldâve died right there in front of you. What a fucking joke.Â
But she couldnât stop. She didnât want to. Sheâs never experienced affection like that; It was passionate and made her itch with a desire she hasnât felt in a long time. All she wants is for someone to love her, hold her like you did, touch her like you did. Sheâs never felt that euphoric in her life, never witnessed so many bright colors at once.Â
Whoever told her being alone was easy was a fucking liar. No one should wake up and want to die every day, so why does she? Everyone thinks she prefers silence, but she doesnât. Ellie craves contact in all forms. In any form. Desperately.Â
Why did it have to be you? Why the fuck did it have to be you.Â
Her brain is telling her she canât wait to move out, so why is her heart amidst decay whenever she thinks about it? Sheâs going to suffocate in here, so she rises, pen still in hand, and snags her puffer and beanie from the couch. Her feet shove into her boots and sheâs out, the front door slamming shut. She didnât even bother to lock it.Â
Ellie takes the stairs and leaves the building on autopilot, no destination in mind. Just stomping through the splintering cold like a fucking yeti. Every breath oxidizes in a cloud before her as she recalls where she fumbled with you.Â
Dina.Â
Ellieâs cold hands frost her face as she wipes it, making sharp turns and stumbling on ice. She wants to go home; She misses her dad.Â
Dina seems to be the only thing you two have in common. You both might hate her more than each other. The horror she felt when her ex-roommate taped that eviction notice on her door is incomparable. Ellie was a struggling entrepreneur and practically fucking homeless overnight. All because Dinaâs new fucking side piece.Â
Ellie and Dina, friends. Wait until she tells you about how she almost beat her and her girlfriendâs ass. If youâre even willing to listen at this point.Â
Ellie continues to walk, hands tucked under her armpits. At least sheâs not simmering anymore in her rage anymore. She blocks down the way when she realizes she forgot her fucking phone. This wouldâve been a perfect time to cry to her old man.Â
Youâre not out of Ellieâs system at all. Youâve, unfortunately, claimed residency inside of her.Â
Youâre scribbling with spilled wine on your shirt, outside noise muffled by the plugs in your ears. You don't recall leaving your room, grabbing a bottle and downing its contents, but the remnants of broken glass acts as a decent reminder.Â
Your hand is cramping from its grip on a new pen, but you canât stop gliding the tip across the sixth sheet of printer paper. You hate what youâre drawing; The details are perfect, inked scratches practically muscle memory, and you despise it. Itâs always her.
Youâre going to be alone for a very long time. Youâre too destructive for companionship, youâve learned. How ironic: the one aspect of life you crave is becoming your demise, and your downfall is going to be tortuous. Recovery is never long lasting for you.Â
So, you sketch. And scratch. And erase, start again, hoping, praying, for an outcome that doesnât feel so lost. Youâre destroyed and desperate to find comfort. Was your father right when he called you sick at age twelve? Maybe something is truly wrong with you. Maybe one of the reasons why you constantly push and mask and hide.Â
Every insecurity youâve garnered in high school is flourishing in adulthood, thick as vines and as strong as tree bark. Deflection is an art that youâve mastered out of preservation; Too bad itâs trapped you in isolation.Â
The green in Ellieâs eyes holds stories. Somehow, this month feels like centuries. Centuries of studying the mass area of blossoming, healthy land beneath her pupils. Her eyes are sacred, almost too sacred to manipulate, but you draw them anyway.Â
You want to touch her again. You want her to touch you. Just one last time. Youâre already a fucking failure; One last mistake wouldnât hurt.Â
A teardrop musses the paper, so you scrap it like the others and start again. Ellieâs eyes are too pretty to be smudged.Â
You canât stay here anymore. You hope Amaya understands. You hope Ellie understands.Â
Youâd give anything to be able to call your mother.Â
You hear the front door open and close for the hundredth time tonight, followed by swift clicks of a pen. Guilt floods your system. You peer at a sleeping Pickle on your mattress before standing, opening your door to see Ellie entering hers. Your intoxicated brain notes the sex lighting in her room; Red LED. You talk before thinking.Â
âI didnât mean to yell at you.â She jumps and turns at your cracked voice, eyes red. She smoked; you can smell it. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean toâ â
âIâm submitting my portfolio in the morning. Iâll be out by Christmas.â She says, monotone. Lifeless.Â
A dry huff escapes your closed throat. Your heart is breaking. Just a little, âI guess, uh⌠I canât see it anymore, huh?â She doesnât answer.Â
âDo you regret taking those pictures?â She mumbles.
You don't hesitate, âNot at all.â
She nods. The silence that follows is thick, weighing at both of your shoulders, holding you in place. Ellieâs breathing is finally steady, and itâs calming.Â
âGo to bed.â She whispers before entering her room, gently shutting it behind her. Some tears fall before you follow her lead.Â
Pickle is sitting on the edge of your bed, just watching you. You smile sadly and whisper, âAt least you love me, right?âÂ
A gentle blink from her. You sob; Another pair of green eyes to bring you comfort.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
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