ATOMS (THE SOCIETY)

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T. SOCIETY  ACT I. SCENE 8
❝ BRAWL OF THE BOYS ❞
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summer. 6:12 pm , june 14
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ phoebe beckett

LAVENDER CURTAINS CLOSED over the usually azure sky of West Ham, Connecticut (New Ham now.). Phoebe stood by Elle's windowsill, her forehead resting on the cool pane. The euphonious voice of Dean Lewis ricocheted around the room of Elle Tompkins. Phoebe let out a heavy sigh and her shoulder sunk in reasonless sorrow. Just as she was about to get up from her seat near the window, she saw a familliar figure walk down the sidewalk of the Tompkins house.

"Clark!" The excitement left her lips before she could register what she was saying or feeling. She hopped off Elle's daybed and ran down the stairs.

Phoebe opened the door and found Clark with a raised hand in a fist, ready to knock on the door. "Hi!" She said with a wide smile and almost dove forward as she wrapped his arms around Clark's neck. Clark was quick to catch her and quickly wrapped his arms around her torso.

"Hey." He replied with a chuckle (he was basically lifting her now), Prue was filled with warmth as she felt his chest rise in laughter against her own. "Did you miss me?"

Clark gently led her feet to the ground but kept his arms around her waist. Phoebe's hands slipped down his arm and rested on his biceps. She tried to focus on fabricating a witty comeback and not on the muscles permeating through his letterman jacket. "No, not at all." She said with a curt shake of her head.

"Yes you did." Clark teased and Phoebe didn't know why but she had the urge to kiss the teasing smirk of his face. "Also, there's a game of fugitive starting in a few minutes. You want to play?"

"Um...Elle, you wanna play fugitive tonight?" She turned her head and yelled towards the inside of the house. There was a moment of silence before Elle replied with a shout back and something along the words of no. Phoebe shook her head, "Yeah. Don't worry, we'll play. Just give me one second."

Clark hesitantly unwrapped his arms around Phoebe's waist and Phoebe returned inside the house and jogged up the stairs, she glanced back to see Clark leaning on the frame of the Tompkins household, a small smile on his lips, his large head of hair neatly messy atop his head, his hands casually shoved in the pockets of his jeans, the red and gold colours of his jacket, the sky of the sinking sun as his background, illuminating his whole stature. Butterflies fluttered around her stomach as he caught her eyes and his smile widened. Shit.

"I think I'm in love." Is the first thing Phoebe said once she entered Elle's bedroom.

Elle was on her stomach, flipping through a magazine, her knees bent and her feet up and swaying in casual motion. As the words left her lips, Elle stopped moving and the sharp sound of flipping magazine paper came to a halt.