Mr. Write [COMPLETED]

Chapter 20 - "That's what it says on my fake ID."

The door clicked shut behind Beck and Elliot dropped her face into her hands, letting out a long moan.

"I asked for this," she said, "I can't fathom for what reason why I did but I did asked for this. Or maybe I didn't and this is all a cruel trick. The fates have turned against me. Maybe I asked for it when I was mentally unstable. The reason I'm still going along with it is because I'm mentally unstable. That explains why I'm talking to myself. I should stop."

She lifted her head and surveyed the office. The remnants of the crossed out notes cards and balled of pieces of paper had been thrown away. The coffee table was once again neat, though it held fewer cards than it had a couple of days ago.

Elliot flopped back onto the couch, staring out the window. Late afternoon sunlight flitted in and out from behind wispy clouds. The tops of the trees barely reached her windows, the green leaves twisted and twirling. With another long sigh, Elliot pushed herself up and left the office.

A blast of heat charged at her as she stepped out the building and crossed to the Common. She was half across the stretch of grass, when the sudden appearance of a girl, in her late teens, jolted her from her thoughts. The girl gave her a nervous smile and shifted awkwardly.

"Hi," she said. "I know this is kind of weird."

"That is not the first time someone has said that to me," Elliot said.

The girl relaxed and let out a small laugh.

"Are you Elliot MacKenzie?" she asked.

"That's what it says on my fake ID," Elliot said.

The girl gave Elliot a puzzled look.

"Yes, I am," Elliot said.

The girl's face brightened and a look of uncontrollable happiness danced in her blue eyes.

"I was just reading your book," the girl said.

"Really?" Elliot asked. "I mean that's awesome."

The girl's excitement sent her bouncing slightly.

"I was and I looked up and saw you walking, what are the odds?!" she said.

"Very slim, but it seems the odds were in your favor."

The girl held out her book.

"Would you mind signing?" she asked.

Elliot took the book and pulled out a pen.

"Do you want my name or someone else's?" she asked. "I've been working on my Christopher Walken's signature, the key is getting the pause in the middle of his last name."

Elliot looked up and smiled at the girl's baffled expression.

"Joking," she said. "I still haven't mastered it, so I'll just do my name. What's your name?"

"Abby," the girl said.

"Alrighty, then." Elliot said, scrawling out a message and signing her name.

She handed the book back to the girl.

"Here you go. Thanks for reading," she said.

"I love your books! They are the best part of my day!"

Elliot bit back her response of 'Your days have been that bad, huh?' and smiled instead.

"Thanks," she said. "I'm glad you like them."

Abby blushed and pulled out her phone.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

Elliot shook her head.