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Eliana sat on the couch, arms outstretched and relaxed over the headrest. The smell of vanilla and lavender exuded from her, and her brown eyes sparkled somehow, even in the dark lighting of Fez's house. Her hair was down and curly parted to the left. She wore one of Fez's white button-up shirts with her sage green crop top peeking through the parts that the shirt didn't cover, mostly her chest, paired with jean shorts. She had been with Fez in his bed before the doorbell rang, Grace Smyth, presenting herself on his front porch.
She actually recommended Fez to Grace. The man insisted he didn't need any more clients, but she explained that Grace was currently getting weed from her ex-boyfriend of sorts and didn't want to talk to him anymore. Grace had met Fez before (I mean... it wasn't really a secret where Rue always found drugs all the time) but this would be the first time she was at his house.
"So are you guys together again?" Grace asked, cutting through the silence of the drafty room.
"What?" they asked.
"The anticipation is killing me," she said in a monotone voice. "I mean, I actually don't care that much, but that's what everyone is saying."
"Everyone thinks we're back together?" Eliana asked, to which Grace nodded. "Why?"
"Lemme think..." Grace tapped her chin with her index finger. "Y'all were in love in high school, even after you broke up seem to always be together, was dancing and talking at New Years, come to his house every day after school, literally always hang out at the corner store, he was in the background when I called you the other day when you were at your house at night... may I add more?"
OK. So maybe they were still a bit into each other.
"Oh," Eliana said.
"Your point is?" Fez said in a tired tone. Eliana wanted nothing more than to take him into the room and—
"Everyone pretty much knows you're still fucking," Grace said.
"Pfft. No, we're not."
"You're literally wearing his shirt, Ellie."
"Am not," Eliana looked to Fez. "Can you believe this guy?"
While Eliana was a bit awkward and nervously chuckling to herself, Fez was dead quiet. He simply sat on the lonely chair in between the couches, thinking over what Grace was saying. Grace was right when she spoke for nearly the entire graduating class as well as half the town. Eliana was widely known for being Mikey's sister and Fez was widely known for being... well... Fez. So while they were a power couple in some ways, a bisection people had deduced them to be their personal entertainment factors, waiting to see what they'd do next. If they'd bend or break. Or break again.
