texting loser!ellie that you have n!pple piercing in class 10
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bored in english, you reply to a girl named E youâve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating appâwithout knowing itâs that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.
It was Sunday, late afternoon, and the whole house was quiet. The light through your curtains was soft and orange, spilling across the floor from the open balcony door, settling over the room like a slow, gentle sigh.
Youâd meant to clean your room earlier, but now you were on the floor.
And every so often, your finger found the switch, flicking it on just to watch the yellow windows of the Lego café come alive. The glow felt borrowed from somewhere distant. A small world sealed behind glass, warm yet untouchable.
Your eyes lingered on the words written across the box: our first date spot in another universe.
A soft sigh escaped as you rested your chin on the desk, eyes fixed on the little café. Fingers hovered over the switch again, tempted to bring it back to life, to hold onto the glow for just a moment longer. But the light stayed where it was, trapped in its frame, blooming only against the glass.
The silence stretched thin around the room, wrapping itself across the floor and walls, until the low buzz of your phone on the floor cut through, breaking the quiet.
Frowning, you reached for your phone, thumb hovering before swiping across the screen.
Your eyes widened at the message, disbelief settling in.
âShit,â you muttered under your breath, the realization hittingâyouâd completely forgotten she was actually coming this afternoon.
You took in your room with a quick glance. It was a mess. Clothes were scattered across the bed in little piles youâd meant to put away, a guitar propped carelessly beside them, furniture shifted halfway through being rearranged. Boxes lingered on the floor, tissue paper crumpled and spilling out beside glossy shopping bags, silk ribbons draped over a chair. A stack of magazines fanned across the carpet near your vanity, mixing with scattered books. Perfume bottles sat uncapped, bracelets tangled with hair ties, and pairs of heels lay abandoned just under your bed.
Biting your lip, you let out a quiet huff. Fixing it would take too long.
âItâs just Ellie.â you muttered, shaking your head.
You slipped out of your room, padding softly through the hallway and down the staircase. The house was quiet, and no one in sight. Sunlight pooled through tall windows, catching the edges of picture frames and vases. Your steps echoed faintly as you passed through the living room and reached the door.
When you opened it, her eyes met yours immediately, and a small part of you registered surpriseâbecause, wow. She was actually here.
Which made sense; Ellie wasnât really the type to bail.
Your eyes scanned her from head to toe. She was wearing a black hoodie, hands tucked into the pockets, her hair tousled by the breeze. One strap of her backpack hung loosely on her shoulder.
âYouâre late.â You arched a brow, reminding her she was supposed to be here two hours ago.
Her mouth parted as if she had something to say, then closed again before she finally cleared her throat. âI got caught up with something.â She shifted the strap on her shoulder.
You narrowed your eyes, watching Ellie shift uncomfortably, her gaze flicking to the side before meeting yours again. She lingered there for a moment, trying to decide what to say, but you finally stepped aside.
You turned and walked across the house, Ellie following close behind, before reaching the stairs. Her eyes flicked to the frames along the wallsâportraits of your family, a few of yourself scattered between them, the polished wood of the banister catching the light.
âI forgot you were coming, to be honest,â you said over your shoulder, your tone light but edged. âWhich is kinda your fault, considering youâre two hours late.â
By the time you reached the top of the stairs, her voice trailed behind you, low and confused. âHow is that my fault?â
You moved through the hallway and stopped in front of your door, crossing your arms and giving her a pointed look.
âBecause I started cleaning my room. And now itâs a mess.â
Ellie frowned softly, staring at you, silent.
âAnd youâre going to see it,â you sighed, shaking your head before adding, ââŠso youâll have to close your eyesâŠâ
Her brows knitted. ââŠWhat?â She glanced at the door, then back at you. âItâs fine, I donât minââ
She stared at you, trying to decide if you were messing with her. Then, with a small shake of her head, she let out a breath and actually closed her eyes.
You tilted your head, watching her stand there obediently in the hallway, lashes pressed to her cheeks like she was waiting for instructions. You almost laughedâfunny, how quick she was to follow orders.
The corner of your mouth tugged upward.
âIâm kidding,â you said, lips curling into a smirk.
Her eyes snapped open, tongue pressing against the side of her cheek.
âReally?â she asked, flat.
You shrugged, letting out a scoff, fighting back a snicker as your hand found the door knob.
âYou kinda like torturing me, donât you?â Ellie said, her eyebrows raised, voice low and dry.
Another scoff slipped past your lips, barely held back, before you pushed the door open. The familiar sight of your room welcomed you.
You stepped inside, letting your eyes roam the room with a quiet sigh.
âSo⊠is this another form of torture for you?â you asked, glancing at her.
Her gaze skimmed the clutter in quick, restless passesâcorners, shelves, half-folded pilesâuntil it snagged on the guitar across your bed. But when her eyes reached the Lego cafĂ©, the glow in its glass case pulled her still.
You crossed to the balcony, tugging the curtains aside to let more light spill in, but your attention drifted back to her, waiting for her to say something.
âWeâre working out here anyway,â you said, crossing your arms and nodding toward the balcony. âSo donât mind the mess too much.â
She stayed frozen for a moment, eyes locked on the little café.
âHey,â you prompted when she didnât.
She turned her eyes at you, and for a moment it looked like she might say something, but nothing came.
You lifted your brows when her gaze lingered on you, steady enough that you tilted your head.
âYouâre judging me already, arenât you? Thought I was that typical neat, clean-girl type. ButâŠâ your shoulders lifted in a small shrug, your voice easy. âIâm just a girl.â
She shook her head, eyes flicking away from yoursâlanding briefly on the guitar sprawled across your bed, then to your deskâbefore she stepped past you toward the balcony.
âYou should see my room when I try cleaning it,â she muttered, lowering herself into the chair outside, putting down her backpack on the table.
Ellie leaned back in the chair, her knee bouncing as her gaze drifted over the balconyâthe neat line of potted plants in the corner, the polished railings catching the late light, the wide stretch of sky framed between them. You followed her eyes for a moment before breaking the silence.
âYou want anything? I can grab us snacksâ
She shook her head without looking at you. âIâm good.â
You pushed to your feet and slipped back inside, crossing the dim room. The air felt heavier in here, shadows pooling quietly in the corners. You reached for your bag where it rested by the desk, fingers brushing the zipper before tugging your laptop free too.
But then your eyes landed on the desk, and you froze.
The little café sat dark, its glow gone.
You frowned, pausing with your laptop in hand as you stepped closer. The switch gave a hollow click under your thumb, but nothing lit up.
âSeriously?â you muttered. The windows stayed dark, leaving the tiny chairs and counters swallowed in shadow.
You let your hand hover a second longer before you gave in and scooped up the cafĂ© too, holding it against your hip. The glass was cool, weight solid in your arm. You didnât even know why you brought itâmaybe just to keep it close, maybe because you didnât want to leave it sitting there like that.
When you stepped back outside, Ellieâs eyes found yours at once, her posture straightening as you sank into the chair across from her, the cafĂ© balanced on your lap.
âYou know,â you said, keeping your tone airy, as if it were nothing, âI actually wouldnât have minded if you hadnât come today.â
Ellie tilted her head, watching you. âYeah?â
âYes,â you answered quickly, aiming for casual.
She leaned back, eyes narrowing. âOr you just donât wanna do it? Since.. you find this boring.â
Your mouth fell open, protesting. âWhat? No!â Then softer, almost to yourself, âOkay⊠maybe a little.â
Ellie scoffed, the corners of her mouth tugging up for a beat before fading as her gaze shifted to the café on your lap. She lingered on it longer than you expected, her brows knitting slightly, as though she were trying to make sense of the way you held it.
She gave a small nod toward it. âWhat happened to that?â
You glanced down, thumb brushing over the switch one more time. Ellieâs eyes stayed on your face as you paused for a moment, then set the cafĂ© gently on the glass table.
ââŠThe lightâs broken.â
Ellie leaned forward. âCan IâŠ?â Her fingers hovered over it, hesitant.
You shrugged, and she leaned closer, brushing lightly over the edge of the glass case, pausing like she didnât want to rush it. Carefully, she lifted the lid, tilting it just enough to peer inside without disturbing the tiny chairs and tables. Her head tilted as if measuring the little world against something only she could see.
She lifted the café carefully from the table, turning it over in her hands, eyes narrowing as she examined the base.
âYou know,â she murmured, not looking up, âit just needs a new bulb⊠and maybe the switch.â
Her eyes flicked up at you for a fraction of a second before returning to the café.
âDo you always keep it on?â
You hesitated, then nodded slowly. ââŠYeah.â
Her eyes lingered on you a second too long, as though sheâd realized something she wasnât ready to put into words before returning her attention to the cafĂ©. Her brows furrowed, fingers brushing over the tiny details. You could almost see her noticing the faint scuffs and the way the light never reached certain cornersâthe little world you always kept on, how some nights youâd sit with it glowing softly, tracing the windows with quiet fingers, letting the glow linger when everything else was dark.
You crossed your arms, shifting in your chair. âGuess itâll stay broken.â
Ellie cleared her throat, voice lower when she finally spoke. âI can fix it for you⊠if you want.â
A small, unintentional smile curved your lips.
âReally?â you asked softly.
Ellie nodded, eyes still on the cafĂ©. âYeahâŠâ
She shook her head, hesitation in her movements. âNo. I mean, I can take it home and fix it.â
You blinked at her, caught off guard. âOh⊠okay.â
Her fingers lingered on the glass for a moment before she released it. âIf thatâs alright with you.â
You shrugged, the smile lingering despite yourself. âYeah, thatâs fine.â
She caught it immediately, eyes narrowing slightly. âWhat?â
âNothing.â You tilted your head, feigning nonchalance but unable to hide the tiny grin. âWhy are you being nice?â
Ellie raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly. âIâm always nice.â Then, with a smirk so faint it almost disappeared, she added, âYouâre the only one whoâs mean⊠sometimes.â
You shook your head, a laugh escaping you. âSometimes? Come on, donât be shyâyou can call me way worse than that. I wonât be offended.â
Ellie let out a short, sharp laugh. âI doubt that.â
âYou literally called me a bitch. Remember?â
âYeah⊠and you walked out on me that day,â she added, deadpan, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows. âHowâs that for not being offended?â
You rolled your eyes, because it was true. âWhat were we even fighting about?â
She shrugged, shaking her head, though a trace of amusement lingered. âI canât remember.â
After a pause, she added lightly, âThough I just thought you were looking for reasons to not do this boring project that day. Right?â
You laughed, shaking your head at her. âYeah, sure, thatâs it⊠though itâs true, because itâs just⊠two girls wanting to mess with each other.â
Ellieâs lips pressed into a thin line as she threw her head back, shaking it. âItâs not.â She waved a hand, brushing off the whole conversation. âIt's not and this is literally your idea.â
You raised your eyebrows. âYeah, and you agreed to itâŠ?â
Ellieâs head tilted slightly, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. âBecause you wanted it?â
You raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. âExcuse me? I thought we were supposed to be equals in this disaster.â
Her lips quirked again, sharper this time. âEquals? Youâre the one dragging me into this chaos.â
You laughed, leaning back in your chair. âHey, I didnât hear any complaints when you agreed.â
Ellieâs gaze softened for a fraction of a second before she shook her head. âDonât twist it. You wanted it, so I went along.â
âAnd I figured humoring your idea might make this whole project easier⊠since youâre so into the plot. Guess not,â she said, voice dry, a faintly amused shrug in her tone.
You leaned back, a small, wry smile tugging at your lips. âYeah, I know. Iâm not exactly easy to work with.â Your tone was light, like you were admitting it but not taking it too seriously. âBut thatâs why weâre here, right?â
You set your laptop down beside you on the table, fingers lingering over the keyboard for a moment before opening it.
âYou really care way too much about this,â you stated, shaking your head slightly as you watched her mimic your movements.
Ellie huffed, eyes flicking up for just a second. âMy grade kinda depends on it, genius.â Her fingers tapped sharply at a key.
You tilted your head. âSo suddenly you care about grades?â
Her eyes shot to yours, a sharp glint of mock offense in them. âI always care about grades.â A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, betraying the tiniest amusement.
You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping. âRight⊠sure you do.â
Ellie snorted, tilting her head back slightly, her voice dry. âIf you actually try to be smart⊠or you just sit there looking pretty.â
Your brows arched, caught somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. âThatâs your way of saying Iâm useless?â
The corner of her mouth twitched slowly, like she wasnât sure if she wanted you to notice. âIâm saying⊠you pick your lane.â
âThatâs harsh, Ellie. I was literally going through withdrawals that time.â
Ellieâs brow quirked. âWhat withdrawals?â
âNeurological withdrawals,â you said, deadpan.
Her attention caught, but she stayed quiet, eyes on the screen.
You shrugged lightly, starting to explain. âItâs like when youâreââ
âYeah, I know what it is,â she said quietly, still focused on the laptop.
âOf course you do,â you muttered, shaking your head. âYou donât even let me finish.â
Ellie glanced up, fingers still hovering over the keyboard. âMaybe youâre not saying anything worth finishing.â
âHey!â you shot back, mock offense in your voice.
She smirked faintly, just enough to show she was amused, and then leaned back, letting her fingers settle over the keys. âFine. Pay attention then,â she said, and started going through the past chapters, explaining things as if she had to untangle a mess someone else had made.
You tried to follow, nodding when you thought you understood, but your mind kept wanderingânotice the way the late afternoon sun caught the edges of her hair, the dust motes floating lazily in the air, the slight furrow of her brow when you asked a question that wasnât even that relevant.
Was she annoyed? Or just⊠used to you being like this half the time?
Every time you tried to concentrate, another thought slipped inâa word, a scene, a memoryâand you caught yourself drifting again.
Ellie didnât skip a beat. She just went on, like nothing you did could throw her off. Somehow, you didnât mind that you werenât following perfectly. You could hear her in this quiet space, feel the warmth of the sun and the soft breeze brushing your skin, and it made this feel less like work and more like⊠something you wanted to be part of.
You glanced up as the sun dipped lower, the sky shifting to a soft, dusky blue. The first crickets started their evening chorus, tiny rhythms filling the quiet. You turned to Ellie, her gaze drifting to the side, the cold breeze catching strands of her hair and swaying them gently.
Youâd been reading for an hour, following along as she guided you through the story, and now the day was ending. The light was fading, and you knew sheâd need to go home soon.
She glanced at you once, just long enough for you to catch it, and you knew what she was about to say. Quietly, she stood, brushing her hair back as she gathered her things, the breeze tugging gently at the edges of her hoodie.
âAt least we managed to do something.â She stated that you returned with a small grin, standing to gather your things. The room was already dark, so you set your laptop on the bed and flicked the lights on before stepping back outside.
âYouâve got a nice view here,â Ellie said, zipping her backpack, her eyes sweeping over the horizon.
You let out a quiet sigh, taking in the sceneâtrees swaying gently in the evening breeze, the rooftops of nearby houses bathed in soft dusk light, the sky shifting through shades of deep blue and violet. âYeahâŠâ you murmured, letting the words hang between you.
You stepped up to the railings, fingers brushing the cool metal, eyes tracing the pool below. The water lay dark and still, mirroring the deepening sky. Lounge chairs rested in neat disorder around its edges, umbrellas folded down for the evening. A faint scent of chlorine mixed with the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.
Ellie moved to stand beside you, her hands lightly gripping the rail. She tilted her head, eyes flicking to the pool. âYou use this to sneak out?â she asked, voice casual, but the slight lift of her brow carried a hint of curiosity.
âYeah,â you said with a small smirk, keeping your gaze on the waterâa lie, meant to tease. Somehow, it reminded you of the time youâd asked her the same question before.
âReally? Itââ she began, skeptical, but you cut her off with a scoff.
âYouâre smart, Ellie. But do you really think I wonât end up breaking a bone from up here?â
Ellie softly chuckled, a quiet sound that didnât quite match her words. âI wouldnât even know the half of the things you might do,â she said, though her mind seemed somewhere else, distracted.
The wind whispered through the trees, and the faint hum of the neighborhood wrapped around you both. Neither of you moved, lingering by the railing, sharing the silence without needing to fill it.
Ellie shifted, tugging her backpack strap over her shoulder. âI should probably head home,â she said, voice low but steady.
âTotally,â you murmured.
You followed her down the staircase, the large, silent house amplifying every step, your footsteps echoing in the quiet. Outside, the evening had deepened, and her car was waiting under the soft glow of the streetlights. You watched her slide inside, rolling the windows down.
âDo what I told you, okay?â she called, her voice carrying faintly.
You rolled your eyes, sighing. âYeah, boss. Itâs in my schedule already.â
She gave a small nod. âYou can text me if you have any questions.â
âAny questions?â you raised your eyebrows, leaning against the car lightly.
âRelated to our project,â she clarified.
You scoffed, remembering the way she always texted. âCan I⊠expect a response though?â
âOf course,â she said, voice calm, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
You returned her smile, soft, easy. âOkay, bye,â you said, letting your voice carry the casual lightness you didnât entirely feel.
You watched her drive off, the tail lights shrinking into the distance until they disappeared around the corner. The quiet that followed didnât feel emptyâit felt⊠warm. Somehow, the day had turned out fine, maybe better than youâd expected, and a small, unplaceable weight lifted from your chest.
You looked up at your room, the balcony door wide open, curtains swaying gently in the evening breeze. You could almost see her standing there. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a quiet itch nudgedâmaybe I should text herâŠ
Biting your lip, you pulled your phone out, thumb hovering over the screen. Why am I even thinking of texting her? The thought made no sense, and yet your fingers moved on their own.
You tapped send before adding lol. Whateverâshe could reply, or not. You werenât expecting anything⊠just saying it felt right.
You went back inside, the house felt larger as you moved through it. You climbed the stairs slowly, the house quiet around you.
Almost instantly, your phone buzzed in your hand.
You blinked, raising an eyebrow. Really? That was it?
A small grin tugged at your lips as you slipped your phone back into your pocket, the quiet of the house now feeling a little less empty.
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