Finding Elliot West

Chapter two.

ELLIOT. FREAKING. WEST.

As we pulled up into the drive way of Elliot's house I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder towards my house. There was nothing. It looked as silent as ever.

The whole time we were driving to his house, we sat in silence. Not in complete silence. We had the company of the the voices on the radio. We sat there, in his car, feeling the company of one another.

It's been a long time since I sat this close to a person, just taking in the company alone of another person brings me the slightest bit of joy.

Elliot and I got out of his car. We walked up to the front doorstep as he unlocked the front door.

"I'll call the tow truck while you shower" he said.

He basically just told you to go strip.

"Okay" was all that I said.

This looks like it's leaning in a whole different type of direction.

Once we were inside Elliot's house I assumed no one was home.

"Elliot. Is this like a plan to like get me naked?" I blurt out.

Elliot looks alarmed at the thought of me naked. I know he thought about it because guys are guys.

"I'm not, I just assumed you'd like to shower because you have mud in your hair" he said as he touched my hair.

Great. Can't avoid taking a shower now.

"I don't have any clothes"

"I have some clothes that'll fit you" he said as I followed him to his room.

Elliot's house was still the same, no new change. Which made me feel like his home was still mine. Just as it was two years ago.

Elliot walked into his room, I stopped at the door entrance taking in the difference as to two years ago. His room was no longer red, which was his favorite color. Now it's been replaced with this nice white blue color. I loved it. His room was surprisingly clean, and as my eyes roamed around his room I saw what photo was on his night stand. A photo of him and I. His lips on my cheek. I missed that day. That was the day of my 13 birthday.

"Amanda you can come in"

I couldn't help but hesitate to come into his room, everything was different. I was still profoundly shocked at the change.

Eventually I did step into his room, Elliot was standing in his closet looking through clothes that he thinks would fit. Eventually he did find a really long white shirt that almost seams like a dress.

He placed it in my hand and then went to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers.

"I don't have any underwear for you so I guess this is gonna have to make dew" he said.

This is beyond weird.

How can this get any less weird?

For a moment Elliot just stood there. And so did I, just looking at one another.

"Okay this is just weird. You shower in there" he said as he pointed to his bathroom which was in his room," and I'll be waiting in the living room so we can have the first sleepover and catch up"

"Alright" I said.

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My shower was nice. The pressure on the shower head was nice, as if I was given a massage by the water. I placed the boxers on and then the white shirt. I looked into the mirror as I looked at myself. Not bad.

Just make sure to cover up your nipples. Guys are still guys.

I walked out with my clothes held to my chest so my nipples weren't showing. I found Elliot in the living room on the couch watching a movie.

"Where do I put these" I asked as I held up the clothes a little.

"Here let me" he said as he got up to place my clothes in the washer.

"So...where's your mum?" I asked as I sat down on the couch.

"She works during the night. So chill." He said as he took off his jacket.

As Elliot took off his jacket I noticed his arms. And how they were covered in tattoos.

I stood up as quickly as I could to grab him by the arm and pull his arm up to get a better visual. It was honestly breath taking. It looks like so much and I feel like it hurt like going through hell. Elliot watched as I ran my index figure over ever edge of his body. I stopped at his shoulders of his muscle tee. There was more underneath his shirt.

I looked at him and then at the t-shirt. I guess he could read the questions in my eyes as I pulled at the bottom of his shirt. I tugged it over his head to see his God given body.

Damn he's hawt. God.

I looked at his tattoo he had written on his left side of his chest. It was a paragraph that read:
I cannot think of s single thing about her that I am not absolutely in love with. But my favorite altribute of hers, would have to be the way her eyes disappear when she similes so big. I swear every time her eyes crinkle up, I fall a little bit more.

I stopped when I first read it.

He has a girlfriend and here you are with him shirtless, and you in a white shirt with no bra.

"Whoever she is she's lucky"I spoke

Elliot placed his hand on mine and brought it back up to his chest.

"I got this because of you"

Hope you like this shit chapter. Promise ill try harder. My phone acting up so I have to hurry up and type as fast as I can on my brothers tablet. Because yolo. Lol love and happy reading