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THE WARMTH OF THE GLISTENING sun pressed down against Ellie's skin. It almost seemed unbearable after two years of living in rainy wet Oregon. She could see the heat waves bleeding into her vision in waves as she did her best to sit in the direct line of her car's air conditioning. She had been daydreaming for the last 45 minutes, and it wasn't just about the obvious. It wasn't just about Fuckshit. Since her conversation with the boy, her mind had been racing with thoughts about her father and what he was doing now. She wondered if he had completely forgotten about her and completely moved on. Maybe he was dead.
"Mkay sooo.. you're not speaking, or even breathing. What's wrong?" Ellie head snapped over to Estee who sat relaxed in the passenger seat. She was glowing and radiant like she'd always been. "You're nervous" Estee added, a smirk placing on her face as her head dropped against the head rest of her seat. Ellie wouldn't really say she was 'nervous' necessarily, she was more concerned than anything. She felt like Fuckshit would pussy out and bail — at least new Fuckshit would.
A huff of hair flew out of Ellie's mouth. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, a clammy feeling under them.
"He's not gonna come." "He is going to come, Ellie-" "He was so pissed off at me yesterday. I rushed him."
A sigh fell from Ellie's lips as she pushed her straightened hair behind her ears. "You seriously need like.. a Xanax or something" a furrow appeared in Ellie's eyebrows, "I do not need a fucking pill" the girl laughed, catching yet another smirk from Estee.
"You do! Just calm down, he's coming. He knows you're here now, there's no keeping him away" with a tight inhale, Estee's eyes shot up and peered out of Ellie's window.
"Speak of the devil."
Across the parking long rode in Fuckshit and Ray. Smiles were broken across their faces and Ellie could see them speaking about something. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as she watched Fuckshit; he was like an angel. Which was so fucking basic to say.
His long curls fell down past his back, swinging over his shoulders every time he'd kick off the ground for speed. A tight black shirt sat suffocating his torso, muscle peaking through every which way. The same baggy jeans he'd always worn seemed to grip his body even better than they did two years ago. Ellie could feel heat rising across her body; a mix of nervousness and fear. Her hands gripped onto the steering wheel as the boys inched their way to her car.
In a quick moment, Ellie found herself hidden behind a lock of Estee's long black hair. She lay across Ellie, between her and the steering wheel, and rolled down the window.
"Mm! only an hour late, but ya know, that's cool" a nonchalant look filled Ray's face as they reached Ellie's car. His hands went up in defense, "It's Fuckshit's fault" he blamed, looking over to Fuckshit who sent him a confused look. His eyebrows furrowed, "Bitch".
