Joe pulled up outside the woman's apartment, looking around before locking the door to his car and heading up into the elevator. He walked down the familiar corridor, eyeing the slowly wilting flowers left by the elderly woman's door.
'Yeesh,'
Joe knocked on number eighteen, spending a considerably long amount of time deciding how to stand, does he play it cool and lean against the doorway- or is that totally dorky.
Joe just decides on standing how he always does, straight and hands in pockets. He goes through several conversations in his head, until he jumps when he's caught off guard and the door opens.
Joe truly allowed his eyes to wander, god she was hardly wearing anything,
'I swear if another guy even looks at you a certain way-'
And the skirt she wore, it showed her legs so well.
'Joe, we don't have an excuse for an emergency exit right now, so peel your eyes away from her gorgeous legs'
Joe cleared his throat, his eyes going back up to meet hers.
"Ella," he smiled, "sorry if I'm late, I lost track of time, and then I couldn't find my keys," he scoffed, to himself mainly, "you ah- you look.. amazing by the way," he smiled gently, adoringly, he nodded, "I am," he smirked, peering over her shoulder as she locked the door, his tallness had some advantages, 'is she.. scared, or careful? I mean not careful enough, I got in there in five minutes' he thought to himself. His eyes shooting off of the lock as he turned. Allowing her to trail behind him as they went down to his car.
***
Joe sensed her nerves, so when he remembered those ridiculous posters she had of some pompous boyband, he was quick to play there songs.
Joe had never been glad to get out of a car quicker, when as sat her skirt was even shorter, he just thought of Ethan, Ethan wearing a bikini. And it worked.
He knew this place would be ridiculous, it was stuffy, and had no taste. "It's like those beige moms but for books," he whispered, as they walked in. He saw drinks and immediately wanted to know where they were, Mr Mooney wanted feedback, 'it was ugly' that was his feedback, and expensive. And- Joe stopped, eyeing Becks books on display in the corner, 'oh for gods sake-'
His internal arguing was met with an irritatingly positive voice, joe looked over at Ethan and agh- 'Blythe'
Letting out a sigh to himself, looking to his right he smirked weakly, "oh, good, i was hoping to ignore the loud screaming of my name across this snooty place," he mumbled sarcastically.
Joe tensed a little when he felt her arm link to his, she was so close to him, was she sending him signals, was he getting them? Joe smiled gently though. Moving his arm a little so she could grasp it easier.
Joe stepped casually in front of the happy pair,
'Oh Blythe, the wonderful, demon of joy'
He gave them both a regular Joe smile, "how could I forget," he turned to Blythe, "she's such a ball of sunshine," he muttered.
Joe stepped back slightly at Blythe look, he didn't need to be kicked in the balls today.
Joe gave her a overly happy smile on purpose, "Blythe," he noticed Ethan was talking to Ella for a moment, taking his chance to insult the woman, "funny.. I thought you'd be out scaring the crows away from wheat,"
He stepped away from her before Ella could hear him, smiling at her as she introduced herself.
'So she gets a smile? I got a- I will drown you, smile'
Joe frowned, 'what school? Does Blythe know Ella better then me?'
He tried to listen to what they were saying but a certain pillowy man was leaning into him, "how nice is this place? Makes ours look three hundred years old,"
Joe rolled his eyes, "I like Mr Mooneys, it has character, this place feels like a prostitute, and I can smell the Rich," he muttered. Eyeing to woman in dresses so right they could hardly walk, there lips full of Botox and watches, gold of course.
"Oh come on Joe, this place is sick, there.. sleek, that's the word, and these base speakers! We need to get Mr money to put something like this in ours!"
'Oh good, my ears can cry a little louder'
Joe almost kissed Ella for her distraction, "yes! Yes- please, drag me away from here," he whispered quietly. Frowning as she had already started on her heel. Joe was quick to follow, passing several people who put way to much aftershave on.
Joe followed her lead and took a cup, tasting it, it was a little sweet, but not to bad, it was loud in here, and after a another drink and a futile attempt of browsing whatever shitty books they had, Ethan actually saved the day.
"Hey! Me and Blythe are getting dinner down at Stoners pizza place, you guys want to come?"
Joe wanted to be anywhere, a blender even, then be here,
"Ethan I could kiss you, i won't, but I could," he whispered, patting the man's arm, "Ella, you hungry?" He questioned.
