The Holographic Trickster

Chapter 6 - The night before he left

Authors note

Back again with another chapter!

The reason why I am publishing this one so early on, is because rumours says that the first season pass will be released on Apex Legends TODAY! I am so excited! Are you?

This chapter is for you as a little celebration, and the title of this chapter is a hint for what's coming next.

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Elliott breaks out in laughter.

"Stop it Elliott, I'm serious."

"Let me see if I've understood you right, you want to join me into the game?"

"Yes," I confirm.

Elliott looks at me with uncertainty.

"Are you sure y/n? I mean, it may cost you your life."

"It may cost your life as well, and I won't be able to live with myself if you die, not if I can do something about it."

"So what you're saying is that you are going to help me by joining in?" He continues, "Then what?"

"I'll help you win the game." I say with a hint of confidence.

Elliott is giving me a sly gaze.

"Oh I see, you wanna be my lucky charm," he says flirtatiously.

A smile impossible to hide, appears on my face.

"You may say so."

He walks closer to me and puts his two hands on my shoulders.

"Well then, lucky charm, we will win Apex together!"

His eyes are shining. It's like looking into stars. They are so lovely. I can't count on my fingers how many times I've been lost in those eyes of his.

"It's getting late, shall we grab some food?" I ask, breaking the silence between us.

"I'm up."

I walk over to what I call a kitchen, but it's actually just a small fridge, a bench and a sink, in one of the corners of the workshop. There is also a freezer and an oven there, that's why I call it a kitchen. I grab a frozen pizza and prepare it, while the oven is warming up.

"So you can cook?" He teases.

"Don't have any expectations," I answer, putting the pizza in the oven.

After waiting for the pizza to finish, we sit down by a table and eat. Silence surrounds us. Only the dim sound of filled mouths can slightly be heard. I look over to him, trying to catch his gaze, and I succeed. I give him a smirk.

"What?" He chuckles while saying it.

"Nothing," I say to him quickly, trying to swallow a pizza bit. I choke on it and start coughing.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

I can see that he is trying to hold his laughter to himself, but his grin is revealing him. I feel embarrassed, and I think he noticed it.

"Yes, I'm good," I answer.

I finish my last slice and walk to the bathroom. I take a warm shower, trying to wash the embarrassment away. I feel like I'm doing dumb stuff around him all the time. I don't even know if I've gotten closer to him. Warm and calming water runs down my strained body. I'm overthinking and need to relax. I let my thoughts wash away with the water. I finish showering and leave the bathroom.

Catching Elliott's eyes on my way out, I give him a signal and indicate that the bathroom is available, but he doesn't move. He continues to look at me as I walk across the room, covered in a towel. Even though I turn my gaze away from him, I still feel his eyes following me. I hear him clearing his throat.

"Yeah, I'll just be taking a shower as well," he says and hurries into the bathroom.

What was that? Was I just witnessing Elliott Witt with a red face? Unbelievable, that moron. Although I can't say I didn't like it. He has started to behave softly lately. He isn't the same cocky bastard I met at the bar. Short time passes by and the sound of the bathroom door catches my attention.

"May I borrow your hairbrush? Elliott's head peeks out from the door opening. "I can't let you look prettier than me," he says, giving me a wink and a grin.

I take it back, everything I said earlier. He is still one big, cocky bastard. I give him an apathetic look.

"Do whatever you want."

"Nice!" He disappears into the bathroom again.

Wait a second. I thought of something. How did he get into my workshop in the first place? Elliott opens the bathroom door.

"How did yo-", I stop.

My face, my body, I feel like I'm overheating. Elliott walks out and stops when he sees my gaze. He doesn't have any clothes on, just underwear. Studying his body from head to toe, I notice that he's well marked. Awkward silence takes over. Impossible for me to break, but he manage to do so.

"Where am I gonna sleep?" He gaze over to my mattress.

I see what he wants.

"Never," I say to him with a playfull tone. I really don't mind sleeping next to him, but it's fun teasing. I walk over to the mattress and sit down on it, still in my towel.

"Never what?" He asks.

"I'll never let you sleep beside me."

He gives me a smirk.

"Oh no, that's not what I ment, I'm going to sleep on the mattress alone and you can sleep on that sofa over there." He points towards my worn, old sofa.

"Hell no!" I say, raising my voice at him again. I thought he meant something else when he gave my mattress a glance.

"I'm just kidding, you are so easy to trick. I'm just too good, I know." He pulls his hand through his wet hair, admiring himself. I wish I could stop doing the same. He's just someone one must notice. I snap him out of whatever he is doing.

"I don't really care where you're sleeping, but I'll be sleeping at the mattress," I say to him, lowering my voice.

"Alright, lucky charm."

"Stop calling me that."

He continues, ignoring what I said.

"I'm going to sleep with you, not sleep with you as in sleep with you, but... you know what I mean."

"Uhm. Yes, I think I do?"

Elliott, only in his underwear, starts walking towards me. He lays down beside me. I need to put on myself some underwear as well. I've been sitting here with a towel around me since I came out from the shower. I stand up and take a few steps over to my closet.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to put on underwear, " I say, digging around in my drawer.

"No one said you have to wear anything."

I turn around and meet his flirty gaze.

"Shut up, you're a pain in the ass," I say, almost laughing.

"By the way, Elliott, how did you get into workshop?"

"Made a copy of your key and left a tracker on your jacket."

Wait, what!?

"What is wrong with you?"

"Don't worry, I'm just perfect," Elliott says, turning sideways with his back towards me.

He never knows when to quit.