Between us • 𝖠 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (Ellie Williams x female oc)

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After our failure of a date, we came back to the room. She was quiet, apologetic even, but I tried my best to reassure her that it was okay and that it doesn't make me feel any different about her. I changed my shirt back into the more comfortable one that she had let me borrow and ditched the denim jeans for some cotton shorts.

I sat on my bed and got comfortable as she paced, not looking like she knew what to do next.
"Come sit." I pat next to me on mattress. She obeyed with not much resistance, intertwining her fingers and bouncing her knee slightly. She seemed nervous, ashamed that her image was tainted by the fact she was actually afraid of something.
"Why are you being so quiet? That's not like you." I laugh, trying to keep the energy light, nudging her shoulder with mine. My actions caused her to let out a low chuckle, lifting her head from the ground to look at me.
"Sorry- I just.. feel so dumb."
I grab her hands with both of my own, looking her in the eyes.
"Ellie... stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong."
Her head looks back down to the floor. I retract my hands as the silence started to flood the room. I didn't want this date to go to waste. It was good, everything was good and I didn't want her getting in her own head about something that seemed to small.
"When did you know you liked girls?" The sudden change of subject made her dart her focus to me.
"What?" A grin mixed with confusion from my out of line change of subject.
"I'm just curious." I say innocently, blinking wide at her.
"Uh- I don't know... I kinda always knew, I guess."
"Really? That's crazy." I nod at her, eyebrows raised sarcastically, trying to act surprised.
"Okay- princess. What about you?" She pretended to sound annoyed but her cheeks were pink, a half smile growing on her face.
"Um.. sometime in high school I guess." I shrug.
"Oh yeah? How'd you find out?" She leaned in, her voice changing to a seductive, teasing tone.
Her closeness made me lean away from her, breaking eye contact.
"...the girls locker room." I said timid, just above a whisper. She uttered a hardy laugh, patting my thigh.
"Okay, asshole. What about you?" I roll my eyes and can only imagine how red my face was.
"It was like... 3rd grade? I don't know- there was the girl I really liked. I drew her pictures and picked flowers for her at recess." She leaned back on her hands, looking up at the ceiling as she reminisced on all those years ago. A stupid smile on my face as I watched her. The setting Sun streamed from the window, making her hair glow an auburn hue, a small dimple on her cheek that I hadn't noticed before.
"That's adorable." I pout my lips at her.
"Don't be a smart ass."
"No, I mean it.." I scooch closer to her so our thighs were touching, placing a hand on her knee.
"You use to be so sweet. What happened?" I lower my voice to a whisper, teasing the girl, but at the same time wondering what happened to make her build such a tough barrier around her.
"I guess I grew up."
Her response was short and dismissive. Her scarred brow twitched slightly while her eyes remained glued to the floor. I retract my hand from her, placing it back in my lap and soothing my thumb over my palm. I felt like I was being scolded. Her words and actions had a power over me. When she treats me nicely, I feel like I'm being rewarded, but when she brushes me off or ignores me, I feel hated. Worthless.
"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that. That was out of line. I shouldn't have-"
"Sky, It's fine." She snapped back, coldly. Her voice was deep and monotoned, her eyes still looking anywhere except in my direction. I scoot further away from her on the bed, my face hot from embarrassment as I felt my eyes begin to well up. I felt like a pet to her. Happy to go along with whatever my owner was doing as long I was involved, but if I did something bad I'd be put outside, chained up and left out in the rain. I'd do anything to make this feeling stop, beg for forgiveness and get on my hands and knees and swear it away. The mattress jolts under me, causing me to watch as she gets up and grabs her backpack.
"Els?" I call out for her, but she doesn't acknowledge me or hesitate as she turns the handle and slams the door shut. The room felt eerily quiet and stiff.
My mind raced, questioning everything I said in our conversation that made me end up here. Alone. I cradled my head in my hands, taking deep breaths to avoid the meltdown that was coming on, but it was too late. Tears started to pour, my breathing hitched as I felt a lump in my throat.