mistletoe

six

As soon as Elliot found Neil, leaning not-at-all-suspiciously against the lockers, she stalked right up to him, a murderous expression strewn across her face. "Neil, you have about five seconds to explain before I pummel your Scottish ass!" 

Neil froze, and he chuckled nervously, "I, uh, have no clue what you're talking about, E." He smiled uncertainly, with just a bit of fear in his eyes. An angry Elliot, well, in that case, you might as well fear for your life. "So uh, could you maybe... back up a little?" 

It was quite terrifying to have Elliot Green up in one's face, that much Elliot could presume. Elliot Green was not someone you wanted to anger. "Yes you do. You had to run your little loud mouth about me and Chase, didn't you?" She paused before muttering, under her breath, "You're lucky I like you." 

"Whoops?" he offered weakly, giving Elliot yet another uncertain smile. 

She frowned, before sighing, "There is nothing between Chase and I, okay? So there's no need to spread little rumors about the two of us, got it?" 

With a nod, Neil instantly relaxed, heaving a long relieved breath. "Okay, okay," he grumbled, "I swear, by the way you're taking it, I'd have to say there is something between you two." 

"There isn't," she curtly responded, hoping, praying that Neil would drop the matter. There was nothing between the two (well, besides hatred), or at least that what Elliot was telling herself. 

"Okay, whatever, just calm your tits, woman," he muttered, jokingly before patting Elliot on the shoulder. 

Before Elliot could respond to Neil (after all, what was with all this demeaning of women?), a new voice interrupted their argument.

"Unfortunately, Robertson, I doubt Elliot Green here has any boobs. She's as flat as a plain, she has the boobs of a eight year old. It's a shame really," Chase snickered, his comment earning a few laughs from his dumb little gang of idiots. 

She spun around angrily. The nerve of that asshole! Why'd she ever think he would ever commit an act out of kindness? Hell, that dumb present was probably just another joke Chase could have a nice laugh about. "Shut up, okay!" she yelled, "This conversation is none your business!"

Chase smirked, raising his arms in defeat, "Jeez, woman, if I knew your lack of breasts was that sensitive of a topic for you, I wouldn't have mentioned it." 

That... bastard! Has he any shame? 

Again, before Elliot could shout an angry remark and very possibly murder the asshole, Neil cut in, puffing his chest out. "Dude, leave her alone. Go find someone else to bother." 

Finally, Elliot thought, Neil has seen the wrongs and ugliness of Chase! Before Elliot could start some celebratory dance, Chase snorted. "Whatever," he responded uncaringly, "I just need to talk to Elliot for a second." 

Neil narrowed his eyes, "About what?" 

"None of your business, Robertson," Chase rolled his eyes, "Just something about this weekend." 

And instantly, with those words, Neil's expression changed of murderous intent, to one of joy and suggestiveness. "About this weekend, huh? Need to talk about Elliot about say, your relationship status? Maybe a date this weekend?"

God, I swear, Neil, I will murder you. "Ew, no!" Chase instantly interjected, his mouth wide in shock, "With that mad woman? I'd rather cast myself into Hades then ew, just no. And I thought you were smart, Robertson." 

Elliot didn't even take offense to his comments-- she didn't expect any less and it wasn't like she felt any different. "Oh, believe me, the feeling's mutual." 

"Then what is it about?" Neil asked in suspicion, not quite believing either of the their words. 

"Our punishment," Elliot explained, a huge frown on her face, "We have to have fucking Santa's elves this weekend to apparently 'bond' while also 'helping the community.' Honestly, I'd think it'd be a miracle that if by the end of the day, that I don't end up killing some spoiled brat." 

Chase snorted, "Not just a miracle, a Christmas Miracle." 

Elliot ignored his comment, turning to Neil, a look of understanding finally dawning across his face. "Interesting," Neil smirked, "Well, I'll leave you two to talk then."

With that, Neil left the two to chat, skipping down the hallway... but not without hollering a loud, "DON'T FORGET TO USE PROTECTIONNNNN!" that Elliot was sure the whole community could hear. 

Damn that boy, Elliot thought, clenching her fists. 

All Elliot could think was that Neil was extremely lucky that she rather liked his presence. 

***

"So what could you possibly have to talk to me about?" Elliot asked, her arms crossed. It was an understatement to say she was a little angry-- especially after Neil's shouts. The amount of heads that turned toward the two were enough to make Elliot blush as red as a tomato. 

Chase rolled his eyes, "I have.... a proposition of sorts." 

Elliot raised an eyebrow, her interests piped, "And what is that?"

"A temporary truce," he explained, "I mean, we will be there for the whole day, and come on, playing dress-up with spoilt kids is not fun for either of us. So why don't we just... spruce it up a little? Make our own fun?" 

"And what do you suggest?" Elliot asked, still a little skeptical, especially when he mentioned 'a truce.' 

He smirked, before pulling from his pocket various items-- a few firecrackers, a stink bomb, a razor, a whoopie cushin, and several waterballoons. 

"Pranks? Really? How old are we, eight?" Elliot asked, not really impressed. 

"Oh, come on, Claus, it's not like you have a better idea!" he protested, still adament on his silly pranks. He offered his hand, gesturing for her to shake on it. 

"Fine," she gave a sigh of defeat before shaking Chase's hand-- it wasn't like a few harmless pranks would hurt anyone, and it would make the whole experience way more entertaining. This time, with more confidence, she stated, "Let's do it." 

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a/n. ohhh the two plotting together mwahaha! that can only lead to bad things (;

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