hear me outâŠ. bumping into ellie wasted at a nightclub dancing makin out then she recognises u irl a week or smth later n it is on!!!!!!
ok.. this took a turn to be more post makeout fluffy loser ellie so.. yea!
Ellie was not someone who made out with girls in clubs, drunk off of whiskey she only ordered to try and show off to Jesse and Dina. Sure, she saw it happenâ it was normal. But no, Ellie definitely did not.
Ellie never called herself a pussy, she would never admit that. But Jesse had no problem snickering it whenever her freckled cheeks were painted red after a girl looked at her at a bar or club. She didnât usually do anything about it. Hell, the last time Ellie got laid it was because a girl had straight up asked her. Ellie just was not the best at all that.. seduction shit.
Nor was she good with no strings attached shit. That one-off hookup turned into a situationship that she couldnât let go of. Ellie also had a tendency to pine over the most minor interactions with people. Once, a barista handed her a straw and after their fingers touched, she convinced herself it was the love of her life for the next week. So.. one night stands or messy kisses in the dim lights of clubs were not exactly her thing.
Except for once. Last Saturday, 12:07 am. Not that she had memorized it or anything. Totally not. She definitely had not scorched the nightâs memory (of her hands against hips, lips that tasted like the cranberry juice mixer against her own, soft hands pulling her bun out to run fingers through it) into her brain. No way.
What Ellie will admit she remembers was the embarrassment that singed the baby hairs on the back of her neck as Dina slapped an arm on her back, the three drunk young adults clambering out of the tightly packed club close to 1 am. âI knew you had it in you! You totally rocked that girlâs world. Jesse, you owe me five bucks.â Then Dina had stuck an expectant hand out to Jesse, causing a short offended gasp from Ellie. âYou made a bet on me?â
They did. Ellieâs own best friends had no faith in her ability to have quick and fun hookups like everyone else their age. But she had proved them wrong! She had made out with a really, really pretty girl.. no strings attached.
She didnât even know your name. Not that she had to. You were both all too happy to skip the pleasantries and get straight to having your hands on each other. It wasnât like she was wondering what your name was, and if she could find you somewhere on social media the entire walk home that night.
Definitely not. She convinced herself of this every day since then. Every time she saw a flash of hair that looked like yours around, or when her brain went a little haywire, and she came back to the messy sketch of your eyes on her notebook.
Within the week, Ellie had forced herself to get a grip. It was just some random making out, for fucks sake. She had no reason to daydream about how you had keened into her when she bit at your bottom lip. No right to be squeezing her eyes shut to remember how it felt to have your hand slip up the loose material of her shirt, heated touches against her stomach.
No, those flashbacks started to settle simply from the pure stubbornness of her own brain, which shot scoffs and head shakes straight out every time one popped up again.
But now, with her back pressed to the uncomfortable metal of a cafe chair, flannel pushed up to her elbows as she tilted her head back to enjoy the breeze from the sky, she started to think again.
Dina was leaning over a menu, biting her lip as she tried to decide what drink to order. It had been Dina who suggested they sit outside, at this particular cafe, so maybe El should blame what happened next on her.
The soft sound of the door swinging open sounded, bringing the auburn-haired girlâs face down from where it tilted into the sky.
For a second, she thought she was hallucinating. Really. Maybe something had been slipped into the water next to her, or maybe Dina had likeâ poisoned her for calling her annoying earlier. Because certainly, this was not real.
Your hair, the one she had brought her hands to tug at the other night, was on full display, your head tilted down as you rummaged through an apron with the cafeâs name printed on it. Ellie knew it was you right away, and blinked a few times to ensure this was not some evil hallucination.
The auburn-haired girl sat up a little straighter on the chair, causing an awfully loud screech against the cement. Your head came up simultaneously, the pen now in hand.
âSorry,â you apologized, flipping to an empty page in your little order book. âHad to find a pen. What can I get you guys?â
You smiled, just like you had under the flashing lights of that club, and it was just as pretty as Ellie remembered. But when your eyes met hers, that smile faltered slightly. The pen slipped from your grip, clambering right onto the table with a very annoying ping sound.
Dina reached her hand to grab it, but Ellie was faster. As if was some competition, she leaned slightly over the table and wrapped her fingers around the pen, holding it up for you. âHere,â she mumbled, trying to keep any voice crack to herself. âThanks..â you hummed, sniffling.
Dina eyed between the two of you, slightly convinced she had just been forced into the middle of some awful cheesy romcom, something that would be promoted with big blocky letters like âcafe meet cute!â She cleared her throat, breaking the weirdly tension-filled stare down happening between the two of you.
âSorryââ you apologized, throwing on another cheery smile as you looked at Dina, âwhat can I get you?â
Ellie doesnât even hear Dinaâs order, and she also doesnât prepare hers. She is too busy nervously twisting a finger between her other hand in her lap, sneaking very obvious glances at you, and then back down to the menu that looks like pure gibberish.
âCool! And for you?â your voice questions next, smooth and sweet in a way that had the film reel of Saturday playing in Ellieâs head all over again.
âYou can kiss me, you know?â you called over the loud music of the club, ignoring how bodies bumped against you every other second, sending you stumbling further into Ellie, who you had flipped to face, her hands still gripping your waist. Your eyes blinked slowly at her, glossy lips twitching up, head dizzy with the vodka and cranberries you had. Ellie wasted no time after your request, pressing forward harshly to capture your lips.
Ellie cleared her throat, âUh..â great, she had totally no idea what to order. âHonestly, Iâve never been here... Iâm not sure what Iâd like. Whatâd you recommend?â
Dina didnât even hold back the scoff from the other side of the table, because, really.. that was Ellieâs line?
You seemed to find it endearing, though, meeting her eyes again as you suggested your favorite sandwich and drink, pointing toward it on the menu.
âCoolâŠcool.. Iâll try that,â Ellie nodded, leaning back into her chair again. The sandwich you recommended had tomatoes, and she hated tomatoes. But it was fine.
You nod one too many times before turning on your heel and speed walking inside.
Dina started immediately. âWhy the hell did you just eye fuck our waitress?â she accuses, leaning in to squint her eyes at you. âAlso, you are fucking ass at flirting. Staring at someone with those freakily green eyes just doesnât work.â
Ellie frowned, âfuck off, Dina.â
She waited to speak until she was sure you were inside the cafe again. âThatâs the girl I made out with at the club,â she muttered, flushing slightly.
Dinaâs mouth dropped open, âYouâre shitting me.â
Auburn hair shook slightly out of place as the other sighed. âNope. Itâs totally her.â
âDamn⊠maybe youâve got some weird curse on you that, like.. bans you from having one night stands.â
Ellie only scoffed in response. It didnât feel like a curse, maybe more like a blessing to see you again.
âHey, you can go two for two with shitty lines for waitresses and put your number on the receipt.â
Ellie rolled her eyes like it was a bad idea, but she definitely would do it.
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