just between us.

i want you

Violet Flores

The next two days sped past me, I spent the day saturday packing to stay with Elliot, reading, and sleeping.

I checked my phone as I walked in my apartment, locking the doors behind me. I had one new notification from my mother.

I huffed as I tossed my keys onto the counter, bracing myself for her text.

'I will be coming tomorrow at 8 am. Thanks.'

Oh! Nice! She changed schedules on me! And of course, no room for me to say no, just a demand.

"Alexa, set an alarm for 7 am tomorrow." I groaned.

"Alarm set for 7 am tomorrow morning!" She happily replied. Sometimes I felt alexa was all too happy to set early alarms.

I slouched into the sofa, opening my food and clicking on my remote, searching for something to watch.

I landed on my favorite, Harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban. I swear I have watched this movie a million times and loved it more each time.

I curled into a ball, wrapping myself in a blanket as the movie played on. I felt myself yawning as it reached 10:30, shutting off the movie.

Realization hit me that I hadn't packed any of my makeup or essentials. I groaned at myself and stomped my way into my bedroom, lazily tossing my belongings in a tote bag.

The second I had finished, I hit the lights, and hit my bed. I fell asleep hard and fast, exhausted from work.

I woke up to my dystopian dream being interrupted by my loud ass annoying ass fucking alarm.

Sorry.

I hate that alarm.

And I hate 7 am.

I rolled out of my bed, rubbing my eyes, trying to get them to open. Id yelled at my alexa to shut up as I brushed my hair and collected my bags, still in pajamas as I rushed to leave the house before my mom would be close by.

I turned my phone on.

Two notifications from my mom.

Five from Elliot.

His name made me smile as I pulled my keys out of the front door, headed for the car.

It felt a bit stupid that I smiled at things like that, but I guess I can't really help it. What I was really nervous for was possibly making a fool of myself these next couple weeks. Starting with tonight.

Before I started my car, I read the messages, my stomach swirling with mixed anxiety and excitement. He had taken the next couple of days off, and I had them off too.

That meant that how close I thought we would be before had just doubled. I turned the car on, prepping myself mentally, giving myself about a hundred pep talks per minute. This wasn't such a big deal, so why was I making this such a big deal...

Elliot

I woke up at four that morning.

Not by choice.

Nerves.

I showered, I styled my hair the way she liked it, I wore a casual, but still, hopefully eye catching look. For her that's sweats and no T shirt. I know that, because I've casually worn it before and watched her face get all red. I love when she blushes, it's cute.

So yes, I like to try and impress her, but I'm just trying to catch up, she's so...stunning. That kind of mouth dropping, drooling, eyes into hearts stunning. I've always seen her that way. But the fear of her thinking of me in such a...lesser way, it's terrifying.