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geminiy
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Charlie could hear Lin speaking, his voice from echoing around beside her but the words not quite registering in her mind. She half expected Lin to brush everything off, to pretend like nothing was happening and it was no big deal and they were just friends. The other half of her expected some sort of blowup, the hammer she was waiting to fall finally crashing around her. But, much to Charlie’s surprise, nothing of the sort happened.
“If you could help what you feel, would you stop feeling that way?”
Lin’s words snapped Charlie out of her own mind, finally looking up from the ground to meet his gaze. Where the actual hell had that come from? For a split moment, that goofy and playful persona was gone, allowing her to peek past the curtains and into a mind much more complex than it seemed. At first, Charlie’s brows knit together as her face scrunched up in confusion. But, she began to think about the question and the more she did, the softer her expression became.
Of course she would want those feelings to be gone, right? Would that not make things significantly less complicated? They could just go back to being friends or rivals or whatever they hell they were before shit hit the fan. No one would feel the heartbreak or the fear or the hollowness. They would just go back to normal.
But, then again, it was far too late to go back to the way things had been. Too late to pretend none of that was happening, too late to go back to whatever they were before. Too much was out in the open, too far gone to slap the lid back on the many jars of secrets. So maybe he was right. Would pushing those feelings away really help at all? Would allowing herself to feel make her feel better in a weird roundabout way?
Charlie hadn’t noticed Lin’s hand on her’s until he was moving them around, their fingers aligning with one another. It was almost comical how tiny her hand looked next to his. Charlie slowly looked up, watching Lin as he spoke. In all their years of friendship, Charlie had never seen him so open or emotional. There was something nice about it, feeling like she was someone he could open up to. All of Lin’s words made sense, placed in a meticulous order that somehow flowed in a way she wanted to hear. But Charlie could tell he was being genuine.
She refused to speak as Lin’s fingers intertwined with her’s, her pounding heart crawling up from the cavity in her chest and into her throat. Charlie’s instincts told her to recoil, to rip her hand away and to stop playing into whatever the hell was going on. But there was something about the way her hand fit in his, something about the warmth and security that came from such a simple touch that made Charlie not want to let go, instead further intertwining her fingers with Lin’s.
The last of Lin’s words were spoken so quickly that Charlie had barely had a chance to process them as she was pulled up from the bench. Did he just say he wanted to go on the date? No, no she must have been hearing things. But the next thing she knew, Lin was running off and leaving her standing there, a soft grin on her face as she watched him disappear into the crowd and out of sight.
Charlie couldn’t help but smile warmly to herself. Sure, everything felt totally weird and she was fairly certain she was going to puke, but they also almost felt okay. Lin took the whole ‘admitting her feelings’ thing far better than Charlie had anticipated. And then the whole ‘I want to be on the date’ thing took her by complete surprise. As much as Charlie wanted to remain right where she stood alone in the gardens with the world to herself, part of her wanted to overcome that nagging fear that was gnawing away at the inside of her stomach.
“Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen?” Charlie asked herself with a laugh, taking off at a sprint in the direction Lin ran in.
Remembering he had mentioned the shooting gallery the first time around, Charlie turned down a sidepath, weaving between booths and people. If she had remembered correctly… Bingo! There was the booth and, to her surprise, Lin was still a fair bit away. Picking up her speed, she skidded to a halt, slamming her hands down onto the counter as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Ha! Egg-boyyyyy.” Charlie taunted, sticking her tongue out. Sure, they had been close and Charlie wasn’t even sure if she had won, but there she was all triumphant in her uncertain victory. “As much I think the loser should have to pay for the first round, it's on me. I don’t want you to cry about wasting your money when you get your ass totally kicked.”
“If you could help what you feel, would you stop feeling that way?”
Lin’s words snapped Charlie out of her own mind, finally looking up from the ground to meet his gaze. Where the actual hell had that come from? For a split moment, that goofy and playful persona was gone, allowing her to peek past the curtains and into a mind much more complex than it seemed. At first, Charlie’s brows knit together as her face scrunched up in confusion. But, she began to think about the question and the more she did, the softer her expression became.
Of course she would want those feelings to be gone, right? Would that not make things significantly less complicated? They could just go back to being friends or rivals or whatever they hell they were before shit hit the fan. No one would feel the heartbreak or the fear or the hollowness. They would just go back to normal.
But, then again, it was far too late to go back to the way things had been. Too late to pretend none of that was happening, too late to go back to whatever they were before. Too much was out in the open, too far gone to slap the lid back on the many jars of secrets. So maybe he was right. Would pushing those feelings away really help at all? Would allowing herself to feel make her feel better in a weird roundabout way?
Charlie hadn’t noticed Lin’s hand on her’s until he was moving them around, their fingers aligning with one another. It was almost comical how tiny her hand looked next to his. Charlie slowly looked up, watching Lin as he spoke. In all their years of friendship, Charlie had never seen him so open or emotional. There was something nice about it, feeling like she was someone he could open up to. All of Lin’s words made sense, placed in a meticulous order that somehow flowed in a way she wanted to hear. But Charlie could tell he was being genuine.
She refused to speak as Lin’s fingers intertwined with her’s, her pounding heart crawling up from the cavity in her chest and into her throat. Charlie’s instincts told her to recoil, to rip her hand away and to stop playing into whatever the hell was going on. But there was something about the way her hand fit in his, something about the warmth and security that came from such a simple touch that made Charlie not want to let go, instead further intertwining her fingers with Lin’s.
The last of Lin’s words were spoken so quickly that Charlie had barely had a chance to process them as she was pulled up from the bench. Did he just say he wanted to go on the date? No, no she must have been hearing things. But the next thing she knew, Lin was running off and leaving her standing there, a soft grin on her face as she watched him disappear into the crowd and out of sight.
Charlie couldn’t help but smile warmly to herself. Sure, everything felt totally weird and she was fairly certain she was going to puke, but they also almost felt okay. Lin took the whole ‘admitting her feelings’ thing far better than Charlie had anticipated. And then the whole ‘I want to be on the date’ thing took her by complete surprise. As much as Charlie wanted to remain right where she stood alone in the gardens with the world to herself, part of her wanted to overcome that nagging fear that was gnawing away at the inside of her stomach.
“Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen?” Charlie asked herself with a laugh, taking off at a sprint in the direction Lin ran in.
Remembering he had mentioned the shooting gallery the first time around, Charlie turned down a sidepath, weaving between booths and people. If she had remembered correctly… Bingo! There was the booth and, to her surprise, Lin was still a fair bit away. Picking up her speed, she skidded to a halt, slamming her hands down onto the counter as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Ha! Egg-boyyyyy.” Charlie taunted, sticking her tongue out. Sure, they had been close and Charlie wasn’t even sure if she had won, but there she was all triumphant in her uncertain victory. “As much I think the loser should have to pay for the first round, it's on me. I don’t want you to cry about wasting your money when you get your ass totally kicked.”
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geminiy
v tired
“I didn’t cheat!” Charlie exclaimed, feigning hurt as she triumphantly placed her hands on her hips, a brilliant grin across her face as she plopped down onto one of the stools. “I think of it more as strategic winning! Not my fault that you’re slow and didn’t know the shortcut.”
Watching as Lin pulled out his wallet, Charlie raised an eyebrow. Part of her wanted to lunge for the wallet. She had said she was going to pay, after all, and what kind of date would she be if she just allowed Lin to pay? But before she could react, the five dollar bill was in the worker’s hand, causing a scowl to form on Charlie’s face.
“Hey! I said I was gonna pay! Now I’m gonna feel bad when I wipe the floor with you.” Charlie laughed, taking one of the fake guns in her hands.
Charlie adjusted her grip as Lin surveyed the prize choices, her eyes following Lin’s to each of the overpriced stuffed animals and one abnormally large banana. A banana that looked Rastafarian. Who sat down at a table of people discussing carnival prizes and said “yes, let us create an oversized Rastafarian banana larger than most children and Charlie”? Do they get commission for every Rastafarian banana sold? Do these bananas come in bulk? Or maybe bunches? Either way, it came as no surprise that Lin had set his eyes on winning one, his cocky competitiveness shining through in full force.
“What a shame, Big Man. You’re gonna be going home without a banana because I am totally gonna win it. When I get him, I think I’ll call him… George. Yeah, George the Rastafarian Banana.” Charlie teased, fake aiming down the sights of the gun. “And then I’m gonna only hold George’s hand instead of yours. Well, he doesn’t have hands. I’ll, uh, I’ll hold onto his dreads. Yeah, his dreads.”
Lin sat next to Charlie, his shaking fingers gripping the gun. Charlie watched as the trembling stopped as he gripped the gun, a devious smirk on his face. Throwing a smirk his way in retaliation, Charlie looked over to Lin and laughed.
“Aw, are you nervous, Linny?” Charlie teased. Perhaps a stupid thing to tease him about, considering she was also incredibly nervous. With a chuckle, Charlie raised her own hand so that her palm was facing the ground, her fingers gently shaking as well. “Don’t worry. Me too. But you’re still gonna lose, O Great, Most Charming Morgie the Magnificent!”
Charlie looked to the attendant, nodding to him to start the game as she tightened her grip on the gun. With a ding, the targets went up and the game was underway. As far as Charlie was concerned, there was no date anymore, only full-on war. She had to win, there was no allowing Lin the satisfaction of victory. So, with every ounce of precision in her, she began aiming for the targets, pinging one down after another. The race was neck and neck, their scores going up almost in perfect synchrony.
The buzzer went off overhead, the lights swirling around as the targets fell backwards and the guns locked once again. Charlie immediately looked up to the scoreboard, her jaw instantly dropping.
112-98. Lin had won.
Charlie released the gun, looking in fake anger over at Lin, throwing on her most exaggerated pout as she dramatically crossed her arms over her chest.
“Seems we’ve got a winner!” The attendant said, leaning against the table. “What prize would ya like?”
“Definitely the banana.” Charlie answered, still glaring over at Lin. The attendant grabbed a long pole with a hook on the end, grabbing one of the bananas down off the wall. The attendant then turned to Charlie.
“And for yourself?” The attendant asked, placing the banana onto the table. Charlie shook her head, her arms shooting out to grab the banana before Lin could, hopping down off her stool.
“This will do. Thanks Mr Worker Dude!” Charlie called out with a giggle as she hoisted the banana over her head, taking off at a sprint with the banana lifted over her head. “Come and get ‘em, Big Man!”
Charlie dipped into the crowd, lowering the banana to fully lose herself in the sea of people. Tripping a few times, Charlie managed to dip behind one of the booths, hiding from Lin as she watched him run by. Perfect.
Heading off in the same direction Lin went, Charlie found a table and propped the banana up on the other side so that it looked like it was sitting upright, dashing around to the other side. Leaning against her hands, she put on her best ‘I’m in love’ look, gazing longingly at George the Rastafarian banana. Out of the corner of her eye, Charlie saw Lin approaching. Once he met them at the table, Charlie looked up at Lin.
“Can I help you? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a date with George the Rastafarian Banana here?” Charlie fake gasped, placing her hand to her chest. “The audacity of some people, am I right, Georgie? Interrupting a perfectly good date. You’re not jealous, are you Linny?” Charlie continued, teasing Lin as she stood up from her seated position, grabbing the banana and wrapping her arms around it in a hug, showing off that the damn stuffed banana was, in fact, at least two or three inches taller than her.
“I suddenly feel incredibly small.” Charlie laughed, comparing her height to the banana’s with her hand. Holding the banana out in front of her to Lin, Charlie shrugged playfully. “You won fair and square, O Mighty Lin. What to next? I’m feelin’ a ride. Oh! We should do that swingy thing! Like the one that lifts off the ground and spins you around and stuff. I love those things.”
Watching as Lin pulled out his wallet, Charlie raised an eyebrow. Part of her wanted to lunge for the wallet. She had said she was going to pay, after all, and what kind of date would she be if she just allowed Lin to pay? But before she could react, the five dollar bill was in the worker’s hand, causing a scowl to form on Charlie’s face.
“Hey! I said I was gonna pay! Now I’m gonna feel bad when I wipe the floor with you.” Charlie laughed, taking one of the fake guns in her hands.
Charlie adjusted her grip as Lin surveyed the prize choices, her eyes following Lin’s to each of the overpriced stuffed animals and one abnormally large banana. A banana that looked Rastafarian. Who sat down at a table of people discussing carnival prizes and said “yes, let us create an oversized Rastafarian banana larger than most children and Charlie”? Do they get commission for every Rastafarian banana sold? Do these bananas come in bulk? Or maybe bunches? Either way, it came as no surprise that Lin had set his eyes on winning one, his cocky competitiveness shining through in full force.
“What a shame, Big Man. You’re gonna be going home without a banana because I am totally gonna win it. When I get him, I think I’ll call him… George. Yeah, George the Rastafarian Banana.” Charlie teased, fake aiming down the sights of the gun. “And then I’m gonna only hold George’s hand instead of yours. Well, he doesn’t have hands. I’ll, uh, I’ll hold onto his dreads. Yeah, his dreads.”
Lin sat next to Charlie, his shaking fingers gripping the gun. Charlie watched as the trembling stopped as he gripped the gun, a devious smirk on his face. Throwing a smirk his way in retaliation, Charlie looked over to Lin and laughed.
“Aw, are you nervous, Linny?” Charlie teased. Perhaps a stupid thing to tease him about, considering she was also incredibly nervous. With a chuckle, Charlie raised her own hand so that her palm was facing the ground, her fingers gently shaking as well. “Don’t worry. Me too. But you’re still gonna lose, O Great, Most Charming Morgie the Magnificent!”
Charlie looked to the attendant, nodding to him to start the game as she tightened her grip on the gun. With a ding, the targets went up and the game was underway. As far as Charlie was concerned, there was no date anymore, only full-on war. She had to win, there was no allowing Lin the satisfaction of victory. So, with every ounce of precision in her, she began aiming for the targets, pinging one down after another. The race was neck and neck, their scores going up almost in perfect synchrony.
The buzzer went off overhead, the lights swirling around as the targets fell backwards and the guns locked once again. Charlie immediately looked up to the scoreboard, her jaw instantly dropping.
112-98. Lin had won.
Charlie released the gun, looking in fake anger over at Lin, throwing on her most exaggerated pout as she dramatically crossed her arms over her chest.
“Seems we’ve got a winner!” The attendant said, leaning against the table. “What prize would ya like?”
“Definitely the banana.” Charlie answered, still glaring over at Lin. The attendant grabbed a long pole with a hook on the end, grabbing one of the bananas down off the wall. The attendant then turned to Charlie.
“And for yourself?” The attendant asked, placing the banana onto the table. Charlie shook her head, her arms shooting out to grab the banana before Lin could, hopping down off her stool.
“This will do. Thanks Mr Worker Dude!” Charlie called out with a giggle as she hoisted the banana over her head, taking off at a sprint with the banana lifted over her head. “Come and get ‘em, Big Man!”
Charlie dipped into the crowd, lowering the banana to fully lose herself in the sea of people. Tripping a few times, Charlie managed to dip behind one of the booths, hiding from Lin as she watched him run by. Perfect.
Heading off in the same direction Lin went, Charlie found a table and propped the banana up on the other side so that it looked like it was sitting upright, dashing around to the other side. Leaning against her hands, she put on her best ‘I’m in love’ look, gazing longingly at George the Rastafarian banana. Out of the corner of her eye, Charlie saw Lin approaching. Once he met them at the table, Charlie looked up at Lin.
“Can I help you? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a date with George the Rastafarian Banana here?” Charlie fake gasped, placing her hand to her chest. “The audacity of some people, am I right, Georgie? Interrupting a perfectly good date. You’re not jealous, are you Linny?” Charlie continued, teasing Lin as she stood up from her seated position, grabbing the banana and wrapping her arms around it in a hug, showing off that the damn stuffed banana was, in fact, at least two or three inches taller than her.
“I suddenly feel incredibly small.” Charlie laughed, comparing her height to the banana’s with her hand. Holding the banana out in front of her to Lin, Charlie shrugged playfully. “You won fair and square, O Mighty Lin. What to next? I’m feelin’ a ride. Oh! We should do that swingy thing! Like the one that lifts off the ground and spins you around and stuff. I love those things.”
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gh0stwriter
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Kitsune2202
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Stella J. Bailey
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Stella was super excited to see Zeph, and excited to spend some time just having fun instead of worrying about any possible drama. Well at least a girl could hope for such an evening. She smiled at the girl who spoke up first. She looked like the girl named Alex, "Ok, thanks." She was a bit grateful not to be the last to arrive. There was being fashionably late, and then there was just late. "Glad to see you too Zeph." She hummed. he seemed in good spirits so that was a plus. That means her only job today was to keep it that way.
She looked at the third member a girl named Naomi. She seemed like a lot of fun, so maybe this whole thing would be fun even with the extras. Though she couldn't help but raised a brow at Alex when she stuttered out something about nice weather...did people really use that as an ice breaker? She was sure that was like an awkward thing done only in movies. Oh well it seemed Zeph swooped in for the save for the poor girl, "Neither, I know that it's super clique, but I enjoy the Ferris Wheel the best. That's also why I like to save it for last though so if you all would rather do something else first I'm all ears." she chimed.
She personally would rather save on the food for a bit, but she wasn't against nibbling on something in the meantime. Though she could feel herself getting a bit impatience waiting for their apparent 4th arrival, whatever they were going to do she wanted to do so sooner rather then later. Standing outside of the fair talking was at the bottom of her list of things she wanted to do today. She turned to Zeph with a cheeky grin, "Also you lucked out today that I decided on a skirt and not pants cause you were this close." She put up her fingers with a tiny gap between them, "To having to give me a piggy back ride." She giggled.
She looked at the third member a girl named Naomi. She seemed like a lot of fun, so maybe this whole thing would be fun even with the extras. Though she couldn't help but raised a brow at Alex when she stuttered out something about nice weather...did people really use that as an ice breaker? She was sure that was like an awkward thing done only in movies. Oh well it seemed Zeph swooped in for the save for the poor girl, "Neither, I know that it's super clique, but I enjoy the Ferris Wheel the best. That's also why I like to save it for last though so if you all would rather do something else first I'm all ears." she chimed.
She personally would rather save on the food for a bit, but she wasn't against nibbling on something in the meantime. Though she could feel herself getting a bit impatience waiting for their apparent 4th arrival, whatever they were going to do she wanted to do so sooner rather then later. Standing outside of the fair talking was at the bottom of her list of things she wanted to do today. She turned to Zeph with a cheeky grin, "Also you lucked out today that I decided on a skirt and not pants cause you were this close." She put up her fingers with a tiny gap between them, "To having to give me a piggy back ride." She giggled.
Kitsune2202
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Amethyst K. Jones
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Hanging out with Eli and Trev was really nice while it had lasted. She was genuinely smiling and laughing about just silly stuff not even worried about the twitter buzzing in her pocket. Nope she wasn't going to let social media ruin her fun right now, especially since she knew her time was limited with one of them. Like clockwork Charlie entered stage right with a frantic look on her face. Charlie really was a good actresses, perhaps that's why Amy adored her music videos so much. Amy didn't share in Trevor's mood switch due to already knowing the plan and what exactly he was walking into. She felt a little bad for keeping the secret, but there's nothing she wouldn't do if it meant they both could have a chance as a happy ending and relationship they deserved.
Despite everything that'd happened she was bitter for a lot of reasons, but not towards love in general yet. She still believed in love and that you can really find someone special. She just also now believed you can't trust just anyone who says they've found that with you. Some people are excellent liars, and deserve Oscars for their performances on false affection and love.
That wasn't the point right now, right now Amy just encouraged Charlie's little story for Trevor to go along, insisting she'd be fine here with Eli. It was a good cover-up, she'd been wondering all week what story she'd come up with to get him away from her. She knew that having Eli there might've made things a bit more complicated then originally intended, but it seems she adapted beautifully. Now she could only hope, as they scurried off into the distance, that things for both of them would go well. Both because she cared about them both, but also tonight was going to be a long awkward night once they got home if it didn't.
She looked back over at Eli now that the other two were long gone with a warm smile curled onto her lips, "So what do you wanna do now?" She asked curiously. Interestingly enough she'd never hung out with Just Eli before. Not that she had anything against it, she's always known he's great and sweet guys, but she just never really had the opportunity or reason for it. Especially now that him and Charlie are broken up, if anything she thought something like this would be pretty awkward for them because of that fact. However she didn't feel awkward, it felt like just being with a friend.
She was grateful for his company since while she'd used the excuse of needing company and a friend right now as an excuse to help Charlie get Trev to the fair...the sad truth was that was true. She really was craving right now more then anything just a friend to spend some time with, cheer her up, get her mind off of everything that seemed to be going wring right now. She needed a pleasant distraction. All her ideal choices were...occupied though, and Eli was probably one of the kindest guys at the school, so here she was.
She wasn't sure what possessed her to pull out her phone when it started to buzz, perhaps she was worried that things had already crashed and burned and Ash, Trev, or Charlie were asking for help out of this bet mess they'd made. However what she didn't expect to find was a clearly distraught Ellie so crossfaded it was very concerning. Especially when Chas mentioned something about a needed stabbing him and him not feeling it? No, that was too much. Even Evie and her were agreeing so you know that's a sign that it's bad. She and Evie were trying to encourage him to slow down, but it didn't seem to take. So she offered the next best thing, her presence and food to make sure everything was ok.
She looked up apologetically to Eli feeling like absolute trash for what she was about to say, "Hey Eli, I gotta go real quick. Well actually you can come with me of course since I'd hate to just ditch you when you were kind enough to come with me here. But I'm worried about Ellie and what he's doing to himself right now. And I don't know Nic well enough to know if he's genuinely taking care of him or not." Clearly not if he's allowed him to get so crossfaded he is seeing aliens ten minuets into the fair. "So I'mma grab a funnel cake and go check on him. If you wanna come that's great, but if not I promise I'll make it up to you when I find you after I make sure he's ok." She hoped he'd understand, and as much as this wasn't her problem to fix, and she should really just stay with Eli and have a nice time...her heart wouldn't let her. Not until she saw with her own two eyes that he was ok and being taken care of. She didn't want it on her conscious if something bad happened and she could've helped prevent it but didn't. Especially since he was being so secretive about where he was even going so far as to only DM her.
With that she made her way to buy a funnel cake, and then for the chicken dinner with the red seats. It wasn't very descriptive, but it was good enough. Luckily there weren't too many dinner with red seats at this fair. When she walked though the door it didn't take too long to spot him, and Nic. She started walking towards them when she noticed a third person with them. Was that? Oh fuck...Today was not on her side. Of course it was Dei. Now sure she knew Dei and Ellie were friends, but she could've sworn she heard through the grape vine he had some hot LA county date or whatever. That and Ellie had let this little part out, then again she couldn't blame him for that, the whole reason she was here was because she was worried about his physical and mental state.
Now what to do? They probably hadn't seen her yet, so she could just sneak back out. Then again she promised him this, and to check in. Fuck her conscious. Dei could handle this right? He now had two people that was good enough right? Unless they were all indulging as much as Ellie was. They didn't seem too out of it from where she stood. They even had food in front of them so couldn't be that bad. She should just turn and leave and apologize later, yah sounds good right?
Despite everything that'd happened she was bitter for a lot of reasons, but not towards love in general yet. She still believed in love and that you can really find someone special. She just also now believed you can't trust just anyone who says they've found that with you. Some people are excellent liars, and deserve Oscars for their performances on false affection and love.
That wasn't the point right now, right now Amy just encouraged Charlie's little story for Trevor to go along, insisting she'd be fine here with Eli. It was a good cover-up, she'd been wondering all week what story she'd come up with to get him away from her. She knew that having Eli there might've made things a bit more complicated then originally intended, but it seems she adapted beautifully. Now she could only hope, as they scurried off into the distance, that things for both of them would go well. Both because she cared about them both, but also tonight was going to be a long awkward night once they got home if it didn't.
She looked back over at Eli now that the other two were long gone with a warm smile curled onto her lips, "So what do you wanna do now?" She asked curiously. Interestingly enough she'd never hung out with Just Eli before. Not that she had anything against it, she's always known he's great and sweet guys, but she just never really had the opportunity or reason for it. Especially now that him and Charlie are broken up, if anything she thought something like this would be pretty awkward for them because of that fact. However she didn't feel awkward, it felt like just being with a friend.
She was grateful for his company since while she'd used the excuse of needing company and a friend right now as an excuse to help Charlie get Trev to the fair...the sad truth was that was true. She really was craving right now more then anything just a friend to spend some time with, cheer her up, get her mind off of everything that seemed to be going wring right now. She needed a pleasant distraction. All her ideal choices were...occupied though, and Eli was probably one of the kindest guys at the school, so here she was.
She wasn't sure what possessed her to pull out her phone when it started to buzz, perhaps she was worried that things had already crashed and burned and Ash, Trev, or Charlie were asking for help out of this bet mess they'd made. However what she didn't expect to find was a clearly distraught Ellie so crossfaded it was very concerning. Especially when Chas mentioned something about a needed stabbing him and him not feeling it? No, that was too much. Even Evie and her were agreeing so you know that's a sign that it's bad. She and Evie were trying to encourage him to slow down, but it didn't seem to take. So she offered the next best thing, her presence and food to make sure everything was ok.
She looked up apologetically to Eli feeling like absolute trash for what she was about to say, "Hey Eli, I gotta go real quick. Well actually you can come with me of course since I'd hate to just ditch you when you were kind enough to come with me here. But I'm worried about Ellie and what he's doing to himself right now. And I don't know Nic well enough to know if he's genuinely taking care of him or not." Clearly not if he's allowed him to get so crossfaded he is seeing aliens ten minuets into the fair. "So I'mma grab a funnel cake and go check on him. If you wanna come that's great, but if not I promise I'll make it up to you when I find you after I make sure he's ok." She hoped he'd understand, and as much as this wasn't her problem to fix, and she should really just stay with Eli and have a nice time...her heart wouldn't let her. Not until she saw with her own two eyes that he was ok and being taken care of. She didn't want it on her conscious if something bad happened and she could've helped prevent it but didn't. Especially since he was being so secretive about where he was even going so far as to only DM her.
With that she made her way to buy a funnel cake, and then for the chicken dinner with the red seats. It wasn't very descriptive, but it was good enough. Luckily there weren't too many dinner with red seats at this fair. When she walked though the door it didn't take too long to spot him, and Nic. She started walking towards them when she noticed a third person with them. Was that? Oh fuck...Today was not on her side. Of course it was Dei. Now sure she knew Dei and Ellie were friends, but she could've sworn she heard through the grape vine he had some hot LA county date or whatever. That and Ellie had let this little part out, then again she couldn't blame him for that, the whole reason she was here was because she was worried about his physical and mental state.
Now what to do? They probably hadn't seen her yet, so she could just sneak back out. Then again she promised him this, and to check in. Fuck her conscious. Dei could handle this right? He now had two people that was good enough right? Unless they were all indulging as much as Ellie was. They didn't seem too out of it from where she stood. They even had food in front of them so couldn't be that bad. She should just turn and leave and apologize later, yah sounds good right?
Daniel Reaving
Thirty Thousand Club
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