Roommates // Ellie Williams

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Your mind replayed the moment between you and Ellie over and over again. She barely touched you and your body was already plagued with perverted feelings for her. You internally screamed at yourself, asking what the hell was wrong with you. "Fuck." Ellie cursed as she looked down at her phone.

"Everything alright?" You asked, setting your book down.

"No." She looked up at you, holding onto her sketchbook tightly. "My weed guy got busted by his parents last night. Now I have to find someone else."

"Oh..." You said, not knowing how to respond.

"Ah, shit," Ellie cursed scooting closer to the edge of her bed. "Are you against that kind of stuff? I swear, I won't smoke in our dorm."

You chuckled. "No, no, you're good. A lot of my friends in high school smoked so I'm more than okay with it."

Ellie's worried face fell as a smile overtook her lips. "Oh okay." Curiosity getting the best of her, she then asked. "Have you ever smoked?"

You let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, no."

"What?" Ellie was pretty shocked. "You're telling me that you used to be friends with a bunch of stoners and yet you've never even tried it?"

"Yeah." You leaned back on your headboard.

"Have you ever wanted to?" Ellie asked, getting up.

You tilted your head up, following her green eyes that reminded you so fondly of the forest in spring. "I mean, yeah a little. I guess I was always just too nervous about how I'd react."

"Right... I was totally the same way when I first did it." Ellie assured. "Would you be up to trying it now?"

"Are you inviting me to a smoking session with you?" You asked with a slight grin.

"If you're up for it, why not?" Ellie shrugged, mirroring your grin. You thought about it for a moment. You've always wanted to try it but could never work up the nerves to do so and now here's your cute roommate, extending an invite to try it with her. Ellie caught the hesitation on your face and backtracked. "But you don't have to, if you don't want to. First times can be scary, I get that."

"No, I want to." You said without another second to ponder. "I think I'm ready."

Ellie's smile grew. "My ex-best friend from middle school told me we couldn't be friends anymore because her mother thought I was a bad influence. I honestly thought she was just being homophobic but now... Well, now I think she had a good point."

You got up from your bed to put your book away. "Well shit, I share a dorm with you. I must be totally fucked."

Ellie chuckled. "Awh, don't worry. I promise I'll be gentle with you." she then walked over to your desk and picked up the flyer for tonight's party. The auburn-haired girl cursed under her breath at the realization of where she'll have to go tonight to find a new dealer.

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The sound of loud and obnoxious music playing, could be heard distantly from where you and Ellie stood. The house flickered with random bright lights as wasted college students stumbled out of the front door and sober ones, wanting so desperately to mirror their counterparts, walked inside. Ellie sighed in discomfort at having to go in there. "Fuck me."

You smiled at how loosely she let curse words fly out of her pretty lips. "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad." you grabbed one of Ellie's hand and dragged her to the front door.

"No way, you came!" The meathead from earlier cheered at the sight of Ellie.

"Brody." Ellie uncomfortably smiled.