PROS & CONS

chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR
pink watermelon lemonade

"God fucking dammit, Gwen!" Brooke exclaims, "How do you get yourself into these situations? We're gonna have to start deciding for you."

"Wait, we should!" Kate says, "All in favor of Gwelliot, raise your hand."

"Why did you make such an ugly name?" Gwen sighs.

"Ansley, put your hand down," Brooke shakes her head, "You wouldn't know anything about boys. Or relationships in general."

"That's fair," Ansley nods.

"We're not voting," Gwen interjects, "They both planned those dates to impress me. Of course I had fun on them.  I think I need to do something spontaneous. No planning."

"Good luck trying to get Finn Cassidy to not plan something," Ansley scoffs.

"I know where Elliot works," Kate speaks up, "There's that bowling place... Pin Palace, I think? My brother had a birthday party there. His friends are disgusting, but Elliot gave us our bowling shoes."

"It's like she knows everything about everyone," Ansley narrows her eyes.

A football player passing by their lunch table manages to shout a slur, as they usually do, but this time it's a homophobic one, so Brooke thankfully speaks up.

"Go fuck yourself with your two centimeter dick!"

"Your insults are so fresh," Gwen smiles softly.

"Only one of us is gay, anyway." Brooke rolls her eyes, "It's just stupid."

"Wait, one of us is a lesbian?" Kate furrows her eyebrows, "Gwen, right?"

"No!" Gwen exclaims, "Kate, we were just discussing my boy problems."

"It wasn't obvious that I'm gay?" Ansley asks, "Am I doing a bad job or something?"

•••

"Uh, we're closed," Elliot tells whoever walked into the bowling alley, before turning around and being met with a familiar face, "For everyone except Gwen O'Brien."

Gwen raises her eyebrows, "You any good? At bowling?"

"The best," Elliot chuckles, "I bet I could beat you."

"I bet you couldn't."

"What's your shoe size?"

"Seven and a half."

Elliot nods, pulling out a pair of bowling shoes and handing them to her, "Let's go, O'Brien."

•••

"Do you think bowling's a sport?"

"No."

"Good, me neither."

Elliot looks up at the screen above them, "I'm in the lead, Gwen. You might want to take back your bet."

Gwen shakes her head, picking up a ball and walking up to the lane, "Never."

She tosses the ball, and it rolls to the pins, knocking them all down in one shot.

She turns around, bowing dramatically as the screen says; "Strike!"

"If I don't get a strike next, you win," Elliot shrugs, "Too bad for you, huh?"

"Don't get so bold, El," Gwen chuckles.

Elliot carefully tosses the ball, as it slowly rolls down the lane, knocking down...

"Four?" Elliot scoffs, "No fucking way! This shit is rigged."

Gwen rolls her eyes, "Maybe you're just not on my level."

"Can I pay you in a free Icee for our bet?" Elliot asks.

She shrugs, "I'm more of a 7-11 Slurpee kind of girl, but sure."

"What flavor?"

"Blue raspberry. I'm not a psychopath."

Elliot lets out a quiet laugh, running to the machine and pouring the blue liquid into the cup, as he grabs another one, pouring in Pink Watermelon and then adding lemonade, stirring it up.

"What the fuck?" Gwen laughs, "Are you a bartender in your free time?"

Elliot chuckles at her comment, "No, this is just a little something I invented that just so happens to taste amazing."

"Let me try," Gwen says, holding her hand out as Elliot hands her the cup.

She takes a sip from it, her eyes widening in shock.

"You like it?" Elliot questions.

"Holy shit," Gwen says, "That's so good!"

"I know, right?" Elliot takes the drink from her, handing her the blue drink.

She leans against the wall, her drink in hand.

He does the same, leaning right next to her.

"What song were you listening to?"

"What?"

"When I walked in." Gwen explains, "You had your headphones in."

"Oh," Elliot says, "It was One Direction," He pauses, "Kiss You."

Gwen looks over at him, "What You Waiting For?"

"What?" Elliot furrows his eyebrows.

"That's the song I was listening to," Gwen chuckles, "When I walked in. Gwen Stefani."

He nods.

"What you waiting for?"

This time, she isn't stating the song she's listening to. She's asking a question.

He said, 'Kiss you.' She said, 'What you waiting for?'

And before the two of them know it, they're kissing.

Actually kissing.

A/N: big bombshell next chapter
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