Someday When I'm With You

Chapter 3: The Boys

"Hi, Violet. I'm Elliot Devineaux." The boy, says with a grin plastered across his handsome face.

"Who are you?" I question accusingly. I don't mean to sound rude, but this is all a bit weird. 

The boy stares at me with wide eyes, as if in surprise.

When Elliot doesn't respond, I decide to speak up.

"You okay there?" I question, undoubtedly wearing a small smile. I like Elliot, he's a little aloof and seems sweet.

"I think we're going to be good friends." Elliot speaks up, wearing a smile that reaches his ears.

"Oh, thanks," I say with a shrug, cheeks flushing. I'm glad when my voice doesn't falter, and I add, "So, what are you doing in my room?"

"Cutting right to the chase, I see." Elliot chuckles, adding a sweet smile. "Cecelia wanted me to tell you that our families would be having dinner together at 7," he adds. His gentleness and sweetness are making my heart melt.

"Cecelia? You know my Mamie?"

"Yeah, our families are very close. You call her Mamie? Can you speak French?"

"Oh, okay. And no I can't. Only some basic things." I reply. Our families are close? I mentally note that I could be seeing more of Elliot.

"Oh alright. Well now that I've fulfilled my job as messenger, I'll see myself out. See you around?" Elliot says.

"Wait," I say, adding, "Do you want to hang out before dinner? We've got 4 hours to kill?"

Fuck. What am I doing?

"Violet. Did you just ask me out?" Elliot responds with a serious face and furrowed brows, but I see a small smile forming on his lips.

"Yes?" I say, my face forming its own smile.

"Well then, my answer is yes. Yes, I will 'hang out' with you before dinner." Elliot says with a full blown smile.

"Okay," I say, shrugging, but my smile is matching his. "Just let me change, and I'll be ready."

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"Okay, I'm ready," I call out to Elliot, who is waiting for me outside of my bedroom, as I step out of the closet in a charcoal gray workout set consisting of a sports bra and leggings. My long hair falls down over my shoulders in its usual waves. I throw on a oversized white zip-hoodie and pull on white crew socks before putting my sneakers on. I grab my phone and step into the hallway after flicking off the lights in my bedroom.

When I step into the hallway, Elliot is standing with his back facing me and is leaning sideways on the wall. He is looking down at his phone, and the way that the afternoon sun that's streaming into the hallways through the windows makes him look extra handsome. I take in his appearance, he has chocolate brown eyes and matching colored hair that is wavy and looks soft (and damn I need to know what he does to his hair because that shit looks like it's straight out of a shampoo advertisement). He is wearing black slacks and a cream colored t-shirt that looks too thick for California's August weather. Before I can overanalyze him any further I walk behind him and tap his shoulder twice. He turns around quickly and begins to say something that I don't catch before he stops himself.

"Hey," I greet.

"Are you going to change again when we return for dinner?"

"Why? Is there a problem with what I'm wearing?" I ask genuinely confused and now a slight bit insecure.

"No! I mean, no. It looks great, just I don't think its appropriate for dinner." He says with a small smile, seemingly flustered.

"Don't worry Violet! I have prepared a beautiful outfit for you to wear for dinner." Mamie says as she walks into the hallway.