Conversations From Afar

64 / the quiet floor

Ellis collapses dramatically across from me at the library, dropping his books and earning more than one glare.

"Hey," he stage-whispers, putting both elbows on the table and leaning into them.

"Shh," I whisper back, quieter. "This is the quiet floor."

"But I have a story." He's straight-up talking now.

I gaze at him over my laptop and the boy one table over sighs louder than my whisper.

"Abel just left." He continues, "He came to visit and stayed all weekend because he broke up with his girlfriend and they live in the same dorm. We talked and talked and talked and I drew him in the park, it was great. I missed him."

"Does he know that you're..." I make a waving gesture with my hand that can't really mean anything.

"Yeah, he's the first one I told. My parent on the other hand, still don't know."

"But do you still like him?"

"I think I'll probably always like him a little bit," he says, shrugging as though he's resigned himself happily to the fact. "I hope he doesn't get back with his girlfriend though, she's too shitty a human for his excellence. Have you talked to Cam?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Sort of, not really.

"Hey, Ellis! Kat!" Gabriel maneuvers between tables and five people murder me with their eyes.

Resigned, I shut my laptop.

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Remember on wattpad people were like "vote follow comment fan"? i always thought fan was something on the website until I realized they just wanted fangirls? and I was like? you can't tell someone to fan? it's gotta be organic?

thoughts?