Late Nights with Her

03 | The First Night with Her

[ pictured at the top is scarlett leithold, who i imagined as elaine west! i personally think she's really gorgeous!! as always, you're free to imagine elaine as whomever you'd like. ;) ]

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"Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for."

- Ray Bradbury

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03 | The First Night with Her

Carter Brooks

After Elaine's prompt intrusion (into my room, might I add), I couldn't fall back asleep. I mean, how could I, what with her popping up at two in the morning.

God damn. How was I going to tell Nate about this tomorrow? He specifically told me to not get involved with The Three; how the hell was I to explain that Elaine fucking West broke into my room just to read? I'm fairly certain he wouldn't believe for a second that the notorious heart breaker was a closet bookworm.

Elaine had settled herself in front of the still running fireplace, as if she'd done it a million times -- hell, she probably had, assuming what she had just told me a couple of minutes prior was true. I was currently watching her curiously from the living room couch. Her back was towards me, and she sat crisscross, her head bent down slightly to read her novel.

A part of me was tempted to ask her what she was reading, but I decided against it.

"You know, glaring at the back of my head isn't going to make me leave," she commented, flipping to the next page in her book. "I know I'm gorgeous, but you don't need to stare."

I rubbed my jaw and let out an irritated sigh. "The only reason I'm staring is because you're just lounging around my room like you own the damn place. And, also, why wouldn't I be staring at the girl who came into my room at two in the morning?"

"I've been coming to this room longer than you've been living here." She sounded oddly calm.

"Okay, whatever." I ran my hands through my hair. "Still doesn't explain the fact that you literally came straight outta fucking nowhere."

"I came out of my mother's womb, thank you very much. Also," she turned towards me, a smirk evident on her face, "do you have any snacks?"

I shook my head. "I don't, nor would I give you any."

The closest thing to 'snacks' that I had in my room was the pizza I ordered earlier, but that thing was long gone; leave it to me to finish an entire pizza by myself. If that isn't a talent, I don't know what is.

"Wow, you treat your guests so well."

"What kind of guest breaks into someone's room--"

She slammed her book shut and stood up, making me stop my bitter question. Elaine placed her novel on the table, and started walking towards the window she came from. "You coming?" She put her hands into her hoodie pockets and looked at me questioningly.