you always wind up here, in a puddle of tears
dreaming about a life with you and i, one you'll never know cause you're a small town smokeshow
jamie drysdale x OC
waking up after last night was not something i was looking forward too. an early morning at a ripe 8 am was not fun after a night like that was something i was also not looking forward too. immediately bolting straight to the toilet to release whatever had been in my stomach for the last 24 hours. which before the dangerous amounts of alcohol was a coconut redbull and a whole bag of green grapes. luckily for me i am not the type to get hungry when im drunk, saves me a lot of time spent feeling guilty and crying about what i've eaten.
while sitting on the bathroom floor next to the toilet in the pitch black bathroom, i scroll my messages from last night to see whatever the boys were going on about in the group chat last night. and of course during my drunken tendencies i added jamie to the group chat. not long after reading everything i said and groaning in embarrassment, im hunched back over the toilet again
elodies fans
quinn oh it's gonna be bad. hungover ellie is scary
jack literally all she does is throw up cry and sleep how is that scary
quinn listen.
8:05 am
elodie not crying yet but have thrown up twice already.. elodie look at this picture tate took of me
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cole rest in peace ellie 2023💀
jack homegirl is struggling
trevor you're never drinking again el trevor why are you up so early usually hungover ellie is sleeping until at least 2 pm
elodie need to go on a run
quinn it is 8 am you're hungover as hell and you're thinking about going on a run!?
elodie obviously. i need to burn this alcohol out of system somehow and i have a busy day ahead of me elodie gonna have no room for exercise
trevor im gonna make tate force you back into bed
elodie please don't the hungover tears will come if that happens
i roll my eyes at trevor's stupid text. i don't care if i am forced into bed i will force out of bed to go on a run. i quickly change into a lulu bra and shorts and am out the door. i'm aiming for 4 miles this morning because i wasn't counting calories last night and i don't even want to know how many liquid calories i consumed last night. i just keep telling myself it was all in good fun and i won't let it happen again
halfway through my run i hear siri announce through my airpods that im getting a call from jamie, which is so odd because that means it is six am in anaheim. i also just wonder why he is calling me so out of the blue. i quickly pull out my phone and slow my pace down so i am only walking when i answer the phone
"hey jamie what's up?" i huff out still trying to catch my breath
"hey ellie sorry for calling out of the blue trevor just asked me to check on you. i hear you went on that run" he says quietly
"i did, i am okay just trying to get over the hangover" i laugh responding "is there a reason trev had you call me?"
"he wanted me to make sure you weren't planning on going on that run but we've already established that" he laughs into the phone "trevor is just a little worried about how much you'd drank last night. but he didn't want to call you because he thought it was gonna cause an argument and you know we don't want that before your big move out here" he rambles, cutting it off before it continues
"i've never been a big drinker but lots of stress and a party thrown for me so couldn't be sober at my own party. but im okay jamie really" i smile at his sweet concern "i appreciate y'alls concerns but it was one night that i will not let happen again"
"yall? you all country now over there in oklahoma?" he fakes a terrible southern accent into the phone
i laugh out loud "not too soon i'll have a nice orange county house wife accent just for you jimmy" i give my best kim kardashian, LA accent
"no no i like southern ellie more. she is my smokeshow after all" i feel butterflies fly through my stomach and my cheeks warm up as he says that into the phone hearing him refer to me as his smokeshow. even as a commonly unflattering nickname, it's his for me and i will never hate it
"stop" i giggle into the phone, cheeks still red from blushing "ill see you so soon when im an orange county baddie" i fake my oc accent again
"see you soon smokeshow" he says before hanging up the phone. leaving me walking along my usual running trail. deciding to kick up my pace again to arrive back ari's apartment where my stuff had been left
hey so i really don't like this at all like it just so boring like come on girl give us nothing so pls don't hate on me i will be so sad
