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Your Love (Is My Drug)-Elliot Alderson

(A/N: This one is for "Your Love (Is My Drug) by Ke$ha.

Warning: Drug use, depression/anxiety, allusion to sex but nothing graphic.  If you've seen the show you know that's kinda just part of the story, but I don't by any means condone or advocate drug use.)

~~~Your POV~~~

    I threw the last few plates into the cabinet of the small apartment I'd just moved into over the last three days.  After being evicted from the last three places, I hoped this one would stick.  I'd managed to snag a job at the small convenience store around the corner from my new apartment, so at least transportation wasn't an issue.  Not that getting around anywhere in New York was a problem.  But at least no stuffy trains or crowded buses.  Less chance of triggering my anxiety.

    I walked out the apartment door and turned to lock it.  When I turned back around to walk down the hall, I crashed into someone.  Hard.

    "Shit, I'm so sorry!"  I looked up at the stranger from under my grey hoodie.  He was wearing a black one, his hood covering all but a tuft of the dark hair that poked out over his forehead.  His eyes were huge.  And probably the most gorgeous hazel I'd ever seen.  He stepped back quickly, mumbling to himself.  He didn't seem to be the conversational type either.  "I'm sorry, forgive me.  I'm (Y/n), I just moved in."  

"Um. I'm Elliot. And I'm late for work."  He walked away quickly, leaving me almost stunned.

After a long and annoying day of dealing with stupid people I collapsed onto my couch.  My new boss and I got into an argument over whether I'd charged some kid for his donuts, and denied me a lunch break, so I was starving and stressed the hell out.  I got up and walked to the fridge.  Oh, right...hadn't bought food yet.  I googled restaurants, but since I was from Brooklyn, I had no clue as to which ones sucked.  I wasn't spending the little money I had on shitty Chinese food.  Even if there was one directly below me. 

I decided to take a shot on the odd chance that my new neighbor had any kind of insight on take-out, and knocked gently on Elliot's door.  I heard some rustling and some variation of 'who's there' before the door opened just enough that I could see a sliver of his face.  I glanced around awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Hey...um, Elliot, right? I'm sorry to bother you...I just wondered if you may be able to suggest a good place to get Chinese?  I'm not from around here."  I could smell weed through the door, but opted to not comment yet.

He bit his lip for a moment, then looked at me.  "The place downstairs is actually pretty good.  Try there."  He started closing the door when I put my hand against it.

"I also wondered if maybe you were hungry."

~~~Elliot's POV~~~

I wasn't sure if it was the fact that I was high off my ass, or just morbidly curious, but something compelled me about this (Y/n) girl that made me agree to dinner.  Also, I was pretty hungry and had little in my kitchen.  I opened my door to let her in and grabbed my hoodie.  I noticed she was also wearing one.  A light grey one, that accented her (E/c) eyes nicely.  I also noticed her (H/c) hair was cut short.  Her eyes were slightly sunken in.  She looked like she hadn't slept much lately either. 

As we stood in the Chinese restaurant, waiting for our take-out to finish, she kept wringing her hands nervously and didn't keep eye contact for more than a few seconds.  The little Asian woman called her name and she grabbed the bag, walking quickly out and into our building.

She unlocked her door and allowed me in, setting the containers on the counter as I sat on her small black couch.  "I know it's not much, but I don't need a whole lot anyway."  I couldn't disagree with that.  Looking around,  I saw a full-sized mattress on the floor, a recliner that looked like it had more sentimental value than actual function, and a folding chair set in front of one of those folding tray tables that you usually used for TV dinners.  This one held a simple laptop. I'd be hacking that later, as I did for everyone. 

(Y/n) handed me the small takeout box and a fork, then sat down with her own food.  We ate in relative silence, but we kept sneaking glances.  "So, I saw you at the store around the corner.  That's where you work then?"

She looked up at me with a shrug. "Yeah...it's a job.  What about you?"

"I work for Allsafe."  I figured that was enough to sate her curiosity. 

~~~Your POV~~~

"Ok then."  I picked up the empty containers when we finished and tossed them away, watching his movements from the corner of my eye.  It was obvious he was more antisocial than even I was...which said a lot. 

Elliot stood up and looked at me.  "Thanks for dinner, I've gotta get some work done."  Then he walked out.

I saw very little of him over the rest of the week.  Mostly crossing paths when leaving or returning from work, or when he'd stop in the store to pick up smokes or such.  Of course, that had my brain racing in a hundred different directions.  Did I do something wrong?  Did he hate me?  Did he like me?  I decided to go out on a limb, yet again, and knocked on his door.

He opened the door, seemingly not shocked at my presence.  "I'm...kinda busy...what do you need?"

I fidgeted with my thumbs, then looked into those pretty hazel eyes.  "I...can I come in?"

He motioned me to come in, although he seemed highly reluctant.  I took a seat on his couch, where he had a joint and an ashtray sitting on the table.  He saw I'd noticed and made to put them away, but I grabbed the smoke before he could.  "May I?  It actually helps my anxiety." He shrugged and smiled a little.  Apparently he had the same idea.  I lit up and took a few hits, then handed it to him.  After a moment, when it finally took some effect, I looked over at him.  "So, Elliot, I was just wondering...did I do something?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."  He sat back, looking up at the ceiling as the drugs took effect on him as well.

"I mean, just, like...I don't know.  We hung out that one night and then I only see you in passing and I wondered if maybe I said or did something to put you off." 

~~~Elliot's POV~~~

In honesty I wasn't blowing her off.  She intrigued me.  I'd hacked her as soon as I'd come home from eating dinner with her that night and seen all I could find about her.  Grew up in Brooklyn, oldest of three sisters, yet the only one not married.  She loved her niece and nephew, she had tons of photos on her Facebook and Instagram of them.  She was a social media junkie...whether it was boredom or a need for attention I wasn't sure.  But she'd been in three relationships in the past year and a half, all with guys she'd dubbed 'the one' of course, as most 25-year olds were prone to believe.  The most recent breakup was with a guy named Shawn who seemed a total dick from his own page.  After more intense searching, because you know that superficial shit doesn't tell me anything, I found records of her being medicated for anxiety, depression, time in the hospital for breakdowns.  I wasn't sure if I should feel sorry or relieved that I wasn't alone. 

I looked at her and tried to come up with a convincing story.  "Just been busy at work, we have a big client and they've been having some trouble."

(Y/n) looked at me, seemingly believing me.  "Oh, right...Evil Corp, right?  That's what I call them anyway."

I could have laughed.  I managed a weak smile.  "Yeah, them.  That's funny, though." 

She moved a little closer to me, and I wasn't sure how to react.  "Elliot, I, well, I like you...". She sat up on her knees, facing me.  "I'm not sure why, but I sort of feel like we're connected somehow."

That voice in the back of my head urged me on.  'Kiss her.  (Y/n) wants you, just go for it.'  I inched my face closer and she didn't seem to be backing away, so I pressed my lips to hers.  Grabbing my face, she pulled me down to lay on top of her.  The next few moments were a flurry of flying clothes, ending with us in a heap on my bed, panting.  

~~~Your POV~~~

I wasn't expecting that.  Not that I'd complain, but at least I knew he didn't hate me.  I stood up, grabbing my clothes.  I wasn't trying to make this any more awkward than it had to be. 

"(Y/n)."  I turned to look at Elliot, who was smoking a cigarette in his bed.  "Maybe we can grab something to eat.  I'm starving."

I smiled and sat on the bed.  "Sure.  Something other than Chinese, though."