eleanor
Maybe she should go see him. Maybe that wouldn’t be too much. Although at the time, nothing felt like too much. She could write his name in the clouds and that would seem like a minor thing to her.
She should go see him. What’s the worst that could happen, right?
park
“Cat, we need to talk.”
“What do you mean?” she questioned. “Is something wrong?”
“Well, it’s just that…we’ve been dating for a long time you know…”
“What are you trying to say, Park?”
“Cat—” The doorbell chimed. Suddenly, a burst of color walked into the dark store and Park could feel his heart flutter under his Styx tee. Eleanor walked up to the counter shyly, trying to ignore the glare that Cat was undoubtedly giving her.
“How can I help you?” he purred. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but it shut again as her eyes wandered around the store.
“It’s very punk in here,” Eleanor muttered. He smiled at her, watching as she admired the posters.
“Um, Park?” Cat interrupted, “Weren’t you going to say something to me?”
“Actually, why don’t you go home?” He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost closing time. I’ll lock up, you go before you miss that show you like so much.”
“What about our conversation from earlier?”
“What about it?”
“Are we going to finish it?” He finally turned and faced her.
“Cat, I’m going to help out this customer and then head home, alright? I’m trying to get you out of working overtime to help. We can finish our conversation tomorrow.”
“Fine.” She crossed her arms and walked out the door, making sure the slam echoed in Park’s brain.
“Am I really that much of a burden?” Eleanor asked.
“No,” he said, grabbing her hand, “I just wanted her to leave so we could be alone.”
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Park & Eleanor
FanfictionHe was still drunk on her. So drunk on her, in fact, everything else seemed blurry compared to her. Every aspect of her still got to him in ways he couldn't quite capture. And although time had passed, and time is supposed to heal all wounds, he st...
