How You Get the Girl

six|pensive.

{a/n}Thank you guys so much for 500 votes!!! I literally couldn't believe it when I hit it, its surreal and I am soooo grateful to have such wonderful readers. Thank you for helping me hit this milestone <3

As usual this chapter has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I didn't think it was up to scratch, but its the least I can do as a thank you.

feyre x

《unedited》

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Game nights, the one evening were Elliot and myself could unleash the competitive beast within. We were sat on Elliot's old battered sofa, which had been there for as long as I could remember. It added a sense of homeliness and warmth, perhaps it was the mismatched pillows or the fact that once you sat down you couldn't dream of wanting to get back up.

We were caught up in a game of Fifa 14 which was the only game that Elliot's nephew, Robbie, hadn't obliterated and destroyed the last time he came over for a visit.

'Fudge, yeah!' I yelled in exclamation and jumped up, exhilaration from beating Elliot was pumping wildly through my veins.

He muttered under his breath and cast an indignant look whilst he carelessly threw aside the controller.

'What's that?' I asked with a smirk. 'I believe it sounds a lot like a sore loser.'

He looked up and his eyes still held a fierce competitive glint, 'You know I would've scored like twenty something goals if you hadn't of pushed me aside whenever you feared I score.'

I looked at him back with the same level of fierceness and squared my shoulders, resting my hands on my hips.

I looked him in the eye and clearly enunciated each word, 'I most certainly did not.'

The truth of the matter was that I did and I knew it, and he most definitely did too, but it was much more entertaining watching him get riled up over the simple matter.

He gave me a menacing look that sent chills down my spine and leaned forward whilst I began to inch backwards, 'Oh you sneaky fu-'

But, whatever he was going to say way cut short by the yells of his mother from the kitchen.

'Elliot Joseph Martin, you had better hope that you don't kiss your mother with that mouth.' She yelled with a slight hint of amusement.

Elliot slumped back in defeat, his cheeks slightly coloured and from his demeanour it was evident he was flustered and as was I, though perhaps due to different reasons.

He stood up, but never failed now and again to give me murderous glares and mouth what looked suspiciously a lot like, 'Just you watch, Jacobsen.', whilst getting a bunch of DVD's off the bookshelf.

He pulled out 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince? I reckon this one,' he mused, 'what d'you think?'

He didn't even give me time to answer back, but instead inserted DVD and flopped back onto the sofa, 'I trust you've read all the books now and so you know abo-'

'No, no, no!' I yelled.

'No, what?' he asked back, perplexed.

'Don't spoil it.'

'How on earth am I spoiling it if you already know what happens?' He asked, looking thoroughly concerned.

'It makes the sequence of events seem less real.' I said, my eyes tearing up slightly.

He guffawed and opened and closed his mouth several times as if to say something but then thought better of it.

He eventually settled for, 'But it's... its fiction?'