CHAPTER SIX:
put it out for you to get.
while michael was drowning his free saturday in misery, the introverted girl has finally tasted the real flavor of glee on the exact same day. usually their roles would appear quite the opposite from each other, but changes supposedly appear one way or another.
it was surely a new discovery for eleanor. who knew that spending a task-less night with a friend for the first time was a true blessing in disguise? in all matters, anyone but el.
what felt the most unreal from all of the racing thoughts was that one person, was able to enlighten another's frame of mind. she used to think otherwise, but as a new friendship formed, el was convinced that some people really had the ability to enhance her long lost ecstasy.
but there she was, sprawled on the white mattress of her bed right beside the redhead. the two carefree girls spilled almost every ounce of thought and information that invaded their mind whilst listening some girls play in the back.
"no way you prefer emotional rescue over some girls!" max said in disbelief, her mouth agape.
"i don't know max, it's just that emotional rescue has a special place in my heart. no way you prefer black and blue over all of their albums!" el fought back, aiming a pillow at her companion and tossing it aggressively. the ginger girl gasped as the cold pillow was slammed onto her face.
"fuck you! i never said i preferred black and white over the rest!" she confronted, before tossing a pillow right back at the brunette. this time it was too forceful that the tiny girl sunk into the mattress due to the harsh throw. soon enough the two aims turned into a perilous battle of pillow tossing. soon enough the two raised themselves from the mattress, eyeing each other's disastrous hair before bursting into guffaws.
this moment felt infinite, not a single thought could have ruined it-
"by the way el, how do feel about hanging out with us?" her ears perked from the redhead's lively voice. although el wasn't able to catch the meaning of her words. what did she mean by us?
"with who?" el asked rapidly, her voice was pitched higher due to the curiosity. of course she adorned spending her hours with the feisty girl, but what was unclear is that why would she imply herself as we? for obvious reasons there stood a clear explanation.
"i mean, with us. like with the party we sit with everyday during lunch."
el swore to herself that she felt her heart attack at that precise sentence.
"we hang out during lunch almost everyday, well i just sit. or do you mean something else? wait max, do you think how i feel matters to the party? do i look like i hate it-" her rambling was too much.
"no el, god you need to stop worrying. i meant like, how do you feel about taking part in our group hang out sessions?" max clarified, but the tense feeling did not seem to leave her body.
her anxiety not only remained, but multiplied when hearing those words of confirmation. it was indeed nothing brilliant nor ecstatic for el when introducing herself to new companionships.
"but max, i've only spoken like two words maximum. how in the bloody hell am i supposed to make friends??!!" she cried, a horrendous feeling overpowering her. the young girl was in fact distant, and rarely participated in their conversations. not even a year ago these people pictured el as a cryptic monster.
