Fintry; A Saving Elliot's one-shot.

Fintry.

In exactly three days from now I will be back in England. Just like I promised Jensen. I’m coming back for her, for that frizzy-haired blondie that irritates me to no end. I can never imagine myself to feel this way but what the hell, huh. I missed her. I missed that stubborn head and intelligent mouth. I missed everything about her. Her smiles, laugh even the scowls and glares she often threw at me. Elliot Jensen.

“You looked like you are planning someone’s death with that smile.” Violet startled me and my smile vanished in seconds. I cleared my throat and ignore her, giving blank stares to the TV in front of me.

“Elliot Fintry doesn’t smile. Why are you smiling?” She sat down next to me and asked me again after I ignored her. I can actually feel the penetrating gaze Violet gave me. The same gaze she always gave when she’s demanding answers. I just shrugged at her.

“Shit Vi, you’re wearing my shirt again.” I glanced at the Ramones T-shirt she’s wearing. How many times do I have to tell her that I am claiming ownership to this shirt? Sisters never listen.

“Whatever. You’re ignoring my question.” I know there’s no getting out of this. When Violet asked questions, you only have two choices: answer her or prepared to be annoyed until you answered. I looked at her and then turn away. That gaze she gave works every time on me.

“Must I tell you everything?” I just sighed, hoping she’ll let this one slides. I picked up my phone from my pocket and started fiddling with it. Trying to looked like I am busy, which I am not. We were silent for a few moments and I can feel her gaze left me while she picked up the remote and started changing the channels. Safe was what I thought until she dropped the bomb at me, “It’s Elliot Jensen, isn’t it?” I almost choked on my own spit when she said that.

I turn my head towards her and I can see her stifling her laugh. I cannot even say anything about it, because she totally hit the nail right there. I don’t have the privileged to deny that fact even one bit. So I just sighed to my heart’s content and laid my head backwards, closing my eyes. “Is this funny to you Vi?” I asked her out of annoyance, still closing my eyes.

“Definitely.” She chuckled and I grunted. “You should see yourself Lee. You would’ve been proud. Dad too.” I stayed silent. Not knowing what to say. We rarely talked about dad. Dad’s topic was kind of like a taboo. I don’t talk about dad because I never get the idea of dad dying get passed my head. Violet doesn’t talk about dad because she’s protecting both hers and mum’s heart. We both were trying to protect our heart by keeping it in.

“You do realize that you didn’t flinched or trying to make a run even after I mentioned dad?” I just nodded. There’s no point in running anymore, I answered her silently in my heart. “You do know it’s her, don’t you? She’s the one who’s doing the saving your ass thing here.” I looked at Violet, frowning.

“If by saving you meant crashing the car and almost get both our asses killed then yes, she had saved me from falling of my grace.” I rolled my eyes and Violet looked at me with so much amusement I practically refrained myself from punching her arm. “You opened up to her. And that’s what saves you. Mum and I have been trying for years for that to happen and it never worked out. But that British’s blondie have done so much in a few months. She even gets you to your senses to work it out with mum and everyone else you have been giving cold shoulders for years. If it wasn’t for her, you probably still sulking in England.” I rolled my eyes at her.

Truth be told, I don’t even know why I opened up to her. Elliot is just so easy to confide in. It took me a lot of self-control to avoid myself from coming up to her and told her everything. I looked at Vi, “I know what you are trying to say Vi. You wanted me to realize what kind of a jerk I will be if I let her go. I know.” I more than anyone know how I actually wanted to be by that short-tempered blondie. “Just trust me.” Violet smiled at me, understanding everything that I said and what I am trying to say.