unbreakable heaven • awsten knight

1.21 blonde

houston tx
february 2009

"It's open!" Ellie calls from her couch, knowing that it's Awsten knocking at her front door.

"Hey," he greets, slowly, a little put-off by her door being left unlocked, while she's home alone. "Why was it open?" Awsten questions, making his way over to her, and she shrugs. "You should really lock your door. Especially when it's just you here—"

"It's because I knew you were coming," Ellie pauses the TV, turning around to face him, where he stands behind the couch. "Are you done being Mr Protective?" She teases, with a smile, earning a bashful expression in response.

"Well, someone has to look after you," he retorts, quickly wishing he could swallow his words, as he freezes. "Shit, sorry. I shouldn't say shit like that, it's not fair on—"

"Hey, it's okay," Ellie dismisses, casually. "It was funny," she adds, still an easy expression, causing him to let out a relieved sigh.

"What're you watching?" Awsten asks, taking a seat beside her on the couch.

"Grease," Ellie mutters, her eyes now glued to the screen as the plays the movie again.

"Grease?" Awsten echoes, earning a distant nod. "I didn't know you liked musicals," he nudges her.

"I love musicals," she admits, quietly, seeming a little embarrassed.

"No way," Awsten pokes Ellie's side, trying to gain her attention. "You listen to Paramore, A Day To Remember, Fall Out Boy, Good Charlotte, Green Day, My Chem, Blink—"

"Okay, I get it," Ellie cuts him off, suppressing a laugh as she shoves his shoulder.

"And musicals?" Awsten finishes his piece, wearing a teasing grin, as she rolls her eyes.

"You say all of that as if you don't listen to Daft Punk when no one's around," Ellie counters, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey! Don't knock Daft Punk..." Awsten warns.

"I'm not! I'm just saying," she shrugs.

"And I'm just saying: I thought you'd be the type to hate musicals," he tells her, his gaze still trained on her.

"Oh, yeah, because I'm so miserable, I have to hate everything that's remotely joyful," Ellie responds, sass filling her tone, only glancing at Awsten before turning her eyes to the movie playing on her TV.

"Hey, no," he earns her attention, much more gently, placing his hand over her's. "That's not what I mean. I'm just kidding. You know that, right?" Awsten assures, softly.

"Yeah, I know," Ellie replies, with a small smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to come across— sounding like that," she shakes her head, before shrugging it off.

Awsten lets the topic dissolve, sitting quietly to watch the film with her.

The next time a song comes around, Ellie sings quietly under her breath, knowing the words off-by-heart.

"You know," Awsten speaks up, clearing his throat. "They're doing Grease as the spring musical this year."

"Yeah, I heard," Ellie nods, absently.