We picked up some food on the way back home, grabbing extra for Elle. George asked me questions about work, about Elle and Neil.
I told her vague details about the party, left out the whole Carmen ordeal and the embarrassing stuff.
George laughed at my expense. It was good to see her happy again, even if it was at my expense.
Tom seemed intrigued and I realised this is the most we had ever talked.
We made it back to the apartment complex and went our seperate ways, exchanging 'good lucks'. I hugged George tight, she thanked me again for the key.
I unlocked my door and found my way inside my apartment, food in hand.
Fuck, I need all the luck I can get.
I made my way to the bedroom, peaking in to see if Elle was awake. She wasn't there.
This was somehow worse than having to confront her, because now I'd have to confront her about not being able to confront her because she left. Confrontation-ception. Fuck!
I check my phone for notifications. Nothing from Elle.
Neil:
How's babysitting going?
4hrs ago
Carmen:
Hiii... sorry for running off.
Call me?
8hrs ago
I sunk down into the couch. I flicked the TV on scrolled through the channels. My phone buzzed.
Carmen:
Are you ignoring me :')
Fuck.
I start typing a message, I delete it and type a new one. I do this maybe five more times before realising I'm hopeless.
Andi:
Hey! My phone died, sorry
I lied.
Andi:
I had a really good night. :)
I lied again.
Carmen:
I'd love to see you again x
I stared at the message for what felt like hours, eventually giving up and just dropping my phone beside me. I suck at this.
A knock at the door pulls me off the couch, I open it and see Elle standing in front of me, wearing my sweatpants and Carhartt hoodie.
"Hi, sorry I left, I just went to grab us some coffees," she says, holding up the two cups and grinning.
"Oh yeah, come in," I hold the door for her, "thanks, I also bought you breakfast," I hold up a brown paper bag.
"I hope you don't mind," Elle gestures towards her outfit, "I thought I'd maybe scare people if I went for a run to Dunkin' in an American Psycho outfit at 7am" she laughed awkwardly, fiddling with the lid of her coffee cup.
"Did you wanna maybe... talk?" She hands me a coffee and I accept, I nod and walk over to the couch. She follows behind me.
I take a sip of the coffee. A mocha? Vanilla? She knew my coffee order?
"How'd you guess?" I ask, holding up the coffee.
"Funnily enough, you actually mumbled something in your sleep about vanilla and coffee," she giggled. Oh my fucking God. She smelled of vanilla and espresso, now I'm sleep talking about her too?
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Where To Next? (girlxgirl)
RomanceA stopover for runaways, a hiding place for people who wanted to disappear and a halfway house for the broken. That was how I'd describe this little town called Douglas. Everyday was the same and they passed by excruciatingly slowly, until a group o...
