just between us.

this love

Violet Flores

By the time we'd left Barnes and Noble, it was 5:30. We'd gotten so wrapped up in our books, and of course, starbucs didn't help drive us out.

"What are you thinking for dinner?" He asked. Truth be told I never had an appetite, and he hates that, so usually I just pull some random food out of my head and he goes with it.

I felt him waiting for a response as I scratched my brain, trying to think of something I actually would want to eat without thinking of throwing up twenty minutes later.

"What do you think about burgers?" I asked. I actually could really go for one right about now anyways.

"You ask and you shall receive." He smiled as he opened my car door.

Before I could respond or even smile back, rain started pouring directly on us. Usually I'd be completely pissed that it was me of all people that got rained on right now, but as soon as I saw him laughing, I couldn't help but join in.

The clouds clapped in thunder as we rushed in the car. I plugged my phone into the aux as Elliot started the car.

We drove ten minutes to the nearest five guys, he knew my order before I could even tell him what it was, which made me feel shivers, and it wasn't because of the rain that had just poured on me.

Well...that might have been a contributing factor, since I was partially shaking the whole ride there and home. He blasted the warm air as soon as he saw me tremble slightly.

"You don't have to wait for us to get home to eat, I can eat by myself, I'm a big boy." He smirked over at me as we stopped at the light.

"Well, I want to wait, and I'm a big adult now, so I'll make the decision." I smiled back, stealing a fry, even though I just said I didn't want to eat without him, I couldn't help but take one. Or three. Same difference.

"For someone who wants to wait you're stealing quite a few fries there." He joked.

How did he even see?

"Hey! Watch the road, not me!" I laughed.

"It's quite impossible." This time he wasn't joking, at least I don't think he was.

As if god hated me, the bridge of POV (by only the best, Ariana fucking Grande) played as I came into focus again.

"Why? Do you feel it's impossible not to make sure I'm not stealing your precious fries?" I snickered.

"No, no it's not that." He stared directly at the road, a small smirk plastered on his face, but it didn't look like a joking one.

All I could mutter was a simple 'oh?' with a small smile, trying to conceal any hope I had plastered on my face.

He pulled the door open for me when we got home, the rain was still pouring on us whilst we bolted into the house. Elliot fumbled with the keys, his fingers slipping over them in the rain.

Water dripped over our faces as we laughed at each other, finally stumbling into the house.

As soon as our shoes were off we rushed to the couch, racing for the remote to see who got to pick the show we are watched. He grabbed it before me, smiling all smug at his victory.

"Okay yeah you win this one time don't get too cocky." I scrunched my eyebrows at him.

My hands shook around my body again, I had completely forgotten that I was just out in the freezing rain not more than a minute ago.

"You look freezing, go get changed first I'll set up a movie." He set down the food and shooed me off with his hands. I gave him a 'yes yes i'm going' look before turning around the stairs.