note: drunk again while making this. this bitch is yearning for you and not proofread, as always
tw: fuckboy ellie who turns out to be an awkward lesbian when it comes to you. faggots
you hate ellie. god, you loathe ellie. the moment you saw her flirting with other girls right after she kissed you, you’ve never hated a girl so much in your goddamn life. she’s the biggest fuckboy you have ever seen in your life, too, and mind you, she’s a woman.
she’s been trying to get in your pants for weeks now; attending the same parties as you, annoying you when she spots you, or simply plain out asking you for a date. just like right now.
“one date,” she stares you down, almost pleading, almost, “just one date. why are you so uptight about giving me one date? you’ve never been in one or what.”
you give her a look, “if this is your way of asking me out on a date, i don’t think you’re pulling it off, seriously. and i’ve been to dates, i just don’t end up in bed with them like you do.” you push past her, your shoulder colliding with hers as you do.
“hey, hey, c’mon. just one date with you, pretty girl.” she rushes after you, talking while walking by your side. “aren’t you feeling bad for shutting me down multiple times now?”
“i just don’t want to be added to the list of the people you’ve slept with, williams.” the use of pretty girl flushes you, but you hide it, “leave me alone.”
“so you thought about sleeping with m–”
you let out an exasperated sigh, “not what i said, williams. shut the fuck up.”
“look, look, listen.” she grabs your arm, halting you, you glare at her, “just listen, i’m serious, alright? just one date. i like yo–” you walk but she stops you again, “hey, i’m serious! i really like you.”
your glance back at her, and you see ellie williams flustered. all blushing from her neck to her ears, eyes darting everywhere but you, she’s playing with her hands—oh my god, she is nervous. the ellie williams is all blushy and red-faced before you.
a soft giggle escapes your lips, and she’s immediately looking back at you, she covers her face.
“you’re serious right now?” you raise your eyebrow at her, amused at the state she’s in, “you’re not fucking with me?”
she clears her throat, scratching the back of her nape, “i am. i keep telling you, i am.”
she’s starting to look like a kicked puppy when you don’t answer, only looking at her for a couple of seconds.
and you utter the words she’s desperately yearning for.
“okay.” your voice cuts her train of thoughts, ellie perks up, “one date, williams.”
