𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝗆𝗂𝖽90𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅

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SHE WAS miserable. Bored and miserable and useless. Ellie had never felt so useless before, and sitting on Estee's couch for hours wasn't helping. She hadn't done anything all day long other than sit on the couch waiting for the phone to ring. Fuckshit had told her he just needed a day, just a day to gather his thoughts and prepare himself for their conversation he knew they have to have. Ellie had given him that day and a half of a second day before beginning to stress. What if he had left or something? or came to decision he wanted nothing to do with her. It pained her heart to think of being in town for a week and half, and not getting to see him. It was now the evening of the third day of waiting, and she had heard nothing from him. It was crickets.

   The television played in front of her, moving people flying across the screen. She couldn't even try be interested in whatever was playing.

   With a sigh, the front door of the apartment opened and Estee walked in, a fast food bag in her hand. She had been gone for a few hours already and promised to bring Ellie back a surprise. Estee proceeded into the living room, her eyes on her best friend who lay flat on the couch, looking like a dead bug.

   "Jesus" she huffed, "Still nothing? he's being a pussy" Ellie's eyes shot up at Estee who was hiding a deep smirk. Estee had done her best to keep the humor alive in that past few days, but that didn't hide her true feelings about Fuckshit's 'performance'.

   She understood why he might be angry at Ellie for showing up out of no where, but she also thought he was being selfish and childish. He had hurt Ellie just as much as she had hurt him.

   "Don't you think I would've told you?" Estee nodded in agreement to Ellie's words, which sounds dull and dry.

   "Well.. give him one more day-"

   "No" Ellie chuckled, standing up from the couch she was sunken into, "He's got some fucking explaining to do just as much as I do" the girl's car keys dangled between her fingers as Estee's head cocked.

"What're you gonna do?"

"Make him talk to me" Ellie knew where she would find him if it wasn't his own house.

Motor.

She wasn't sure where the anger had come from. She knew Fuckshit would make excuses about how 'he needed time' or whatever, but she hadn't given him his space. She still felt that she had the right to be just as upset as he was; he broke up with her, he ran away from their problems, he was messing with Brianna.

The girl huffed as she pulled herself out of her car, walking up to the lit up sidewalk. The sun was setting behind her, shining into the shop where she could see Stevie leaning on the counter in front of Ray, who was studying a skateboard like it was a human body. She inhaled a deep breath, preparing herself to win any argument Fuckshit would throw at her.

Tugging open the door, she was met with eyes upon eyes. Fourthgrade appeared from the back of the shop, a smile growing on his face as soon as he saw Ellie.

Her eyes darted from person to person before they landed on Fuckshit, who was slouched on the couch, his eyes locked on the television. His legs were propped up on the table as his head was dropped back onto the couch cushion. His face was expressionless, almost looking sad.

Next to him, sat Brianna.

Ellie's heart filled with rage, but she wasn't going to let Fuckshit see her that way or let him know how wrapped around around his finger she was.

Fuckshit's eyes shot up at Ellie, widened then dropped back down to the television. Ellie could see his jaw clench hard and his breath grow heavy. He was acting like she didn't exist.