Indirect Idiot:A Saving Elliot One Shot

Far Away Were His Eyes

I want to dedicate this One Shot to an amazing writer. Name's north by north. If you're reading this you probably know her. The original story "Saving Elliot" my new all time fave(of course other than TFIOS duh) was written on Wattpad by her. ILY. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

I JUST WANT TO SAY I AM AMERICAN AND THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF SAVING ELLIOT WAS BRITISH SO SORRY IF I TOTALLY SCREWED EVERYTHING UP AND STUFF WITH MY AMERICANNESS :( I TRIED... SO PLEASE READ ANYWAY AND COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS SO I WILL KNOW. THANKS BYEEE ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Elliot Fintry came back yesterday. You can imagine the racaus that went on at his arrival. He'd been gone for 4 months! The boys had come home just to see him! And the twins were especially jumpy, claiming it was because of the Red Bull they'd had before. I, of course, tried to play it cool. But, like always, no matter how fucking hard I tried, it didn't work. I could even feel myself heating up like an oven and couldn't get myself to stop! And when Fintry saw this his lips pulled into a smirk quickly and that made me blush even harder. I was so happy to see him again, I almost cried the night before! I still wasn't too keen on saying it but, I think I loved him...

I had to admit, I was glad my brothers were home, because even in such a packed house, I loved them and they gave me the feeling that I was totally safe. And Fintry just sorta duplicated that feeling! I truly felt lucky.

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I sat down comfortably on my soft bed, and I remembered that time early in in our relationship when we were still fighting and feuding and tried to get back at eachother for everything and just when I thought it might be finally over, he dragged my bed out into the garden in the middle of WINTER! So as I finished that memory I chuckled and decided I'd to try to finish reading Mocking Jay the 3rd book in The Hunger Games. I was in LOVE with it! (Ever since Tamara showed me to it, before I had ended up getting me and Fintry in that car crash last year, I had been absolutely hooked on it and wanted to finish the series as quickly as possible! Although, I had some setbacks when a few parties came up that I couldn't miss and the Fintry dilemma, but that didn't stop me... for too long.) So now that I had finally gotten my hands on it a few weeks ago, I was nearly finished! Just a few more chapters and...

"DONE" I shouted slightly triumphantly just an hour later. (I admit, I didn't believe Tam when she'd told me how good it was. In fact, I actually scoffed at the idea. Now I know why she punched me when I said it... )But at least I was done and sooo ready for the movie! I didn't realize how loud I'd screamed that until Harry burst into my room telling me to shut the hell up and that he and everybody else with a fucking brain was sleeping. I assume it was mostly for the baby's sake because normally no one really gave a shit when they heard something, although I guess I was pretty loud and shouldn't be up this late yelling. It was 3:00 am.

I had a feeling today would be a good day. I don't know why but I did. And as soon as I saw Fintry walk out of his newly reclaimed room, I got this warm feeling in my stomach, like hot tea was being freshly poured into it. I knew this feeling, I got it almost every time I saw that boy, it was admiration. I don't think he'd seen me because he hadn't paid me any notice. But then again I was hiding behind a door watching through the small slit at the hinge. I then realized Elliot Fintry hadn't touched me at all since I had first seen him arrive 2 days ago. Not a stroke, not a kiss not even a hug! And he hadn't paid any attention to me accept that smirk directed towards me when he first came in. I didn't get it, I thought we said we'd work it out when he came back, at that party when he'd told me he was leaving! I missed him, and I longed to kiss those soft, pink lips but all he'd done since he'd arrived was ignore me! I seriously don't know how I loved this... this frustrating, devious, annoying, American boy. Maybe I had been right when I thought these warm feelings were holes in my current mental state. Maybe I had been right when I'd thought we weren't meant to be. But maybe I was right when I said I wanted him, and only him. Maybe these thoughts are a sign that my mental state is deteriorating and I should go do something to distract myself from them. Yes. I decided to go see if anyone wanted to play footy and annoyingly enough, Fintry was nowhere to be seen. This boy would be the death, and maybe love, of me.