Mr. Write [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13 - "Adventure, possibly bodily harm and waffles await!"

Elliot flung her bathing suit onto her bed and turned back to her closet, pulling out shorts and t-shirts. She moved over to the bed and packed her clothes away in the compact duffle bag. Her door opened and Cece strode in. In a dramatic gesture, she flopped onto the bed. She rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin on her fists as she looked at Elliot.

"So is writer boy coming?" she asked.

Elliot gave her curious look.

"Have we ever called him that?" she asked.

"The idea came to me, so I went with it."

"It's not your best."

"Pouty poet?"

"He doesn't write poetry as far as I know."

"Arrogant author?"

"Closer."

"Witty wordsmith?"

"I like it, but I have yet to really see his wit."

"Sarcastic scribbler?"

"I believe you have already claimed that title."

"Narcissistic novelist?"

"Can you blame him? With those looks?"

The front door opened and a deep voice called out a hello.

"We're up here!" Elliot yelled. "Just follow the sound of brilliance and you'll find us!"

They heard footsteps on the stairs and a moment later Milo appeared in the doorway. He looked over the scene of Cece laying on Elliot's bed and took the arm chair.

"What are we discussing?" he asked, leaning back, his legs stretched out.

"Beck's title," Cece said.

"Writer boy?" he asked.

"I already said that," Cece said.

Elliot went back to packing.

"Cocky correspondent," Milo said.

"Ponderous producer?" Cece said.

Elliot made a face and Milo shook his head.

"Cavalier creator?" he asked.

Both girls let out loud laughs.

"Not likely," Elliot said.

"Ironic ink slinger?" Cece said.

Both Milo and Elliot looked at her with flat expressions.

"Cece," Elliot said, "maybe it's best you stick with what you're good at. What that is, I'm not sure. But there is bound to be something."

"Cooking is not it," Milo said. "I almost died after eating one of your cookies."

"Then I wish you had eaten two of them," Cece said.

"So you could bring me back with the kiss of life?" he asked.

"No, I've already written your eulogy and I would hate for it to go to waste."

"You have been thinking about me. I'm glad I can inspire your writing. Don't feel embarrassed if your leading man looks like me."

"I've actually thought of killing him off. The main character really is so much better without him."

"Only in her mind. She forgets the whole world can see her heart."

"Turns out she has no heart."