Looking for Elliot |H.S + L.H|

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Elliot's POV

"Hi, I'm Cole."

I look up from my sketch book only to be met with light blue eyes.

Eyeing his outstretched hand, I grab it and give it a firm grip. Dad tells me that a firm grip says a lot about respect... or something like that.

"I'm Elliot, nice to meet'cha, Cole."

He smiles really wide, sitting close to me to watch me draw in my book.

"How old are you? I just turned 9." he questions,

I nod, "I'm turning 9 next month on the 6th"

"Thats really cool," he gives a short pause, "hey..why does your shoe have a hole in it? And your jacket looks like it went through a shredder...?"

At this point, I'm embarrassed.
A pretty boy just sat down next me, wearing Nike shoes and a Nike pullover. How am I gonna tell him that my family's low on money at the moment...?! He's gonna think I'm disgusting.

Suddenly, I think of something.
"I-Its a new thing. Everyone at school has holes in everything basically, its kinda cool I guess."

He looks at me funny, I almost think that he sees through my lie, but then he smiles and starts laughing.
"This town gets weirder by the minute!"

I nervously laugh along

"Well, Elliot, I gotta go home," he stands up, "but maybe we can play some Minecraft or something at my house tomorrow? My mom and I just moved into the house on the corner over there!"
He says, pointing towards the two story, tan house.

I nod, "okay, ill ask my mom!"

"Bye!" He shouts, walking away from my view.

I look over to see the street lights flicker on.
I pack up my sketchbook and colored pencils into my bag, preparing myself to go back to the house. Not home. Just a house. Its never really been a "home" kind of place... if that makes any sense..?

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*5 years later*

Cole's POV

"Hey, Cole! Come here!"

I turn to look at them, walking over to the picnic table where they're sitting.
The four of them together are the worst combination possible.

If I had a choice, I'd be so far up Elliot's arse, he'd get so annoyed with me. Elliot's way better than these douche bags.

Unfortunately, my mom insists that I make friends with them cause she's a b*tch and likes to control my social life.

Elliot doesn't really speak to me anymore anyways.
Reasons unknown to myself, he just stopped wanting to hang out one day.

Miles snaps his fingers in front of my face, "Dude, you're spacing out again."

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Was telling you that your boyfriend is staring at you, well...more like glaring."

My eyes widen, boyfriend?!