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Chapter Twenty-Six: Anonymous

Chapter Twenty-Six: Anonymous

I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammar errors. I'll be proofing through it and maybe changing things up later.

Ellie 

When people have stared to get their own buzz, from many drinks, of course, I and Mark have the amazing idea of setting up a game of Just Dance. Mark had the limited edition, so it includes a bunch of cute Disney songs. We force Molly and Wade to go up first, just to get everybody into the mood. Afterwards, Ken and Mary offer to go. 

When it's my turn, though, I decide to mess with Mark and wrap my hand around Phil's wrist, dragging him to the middle of the room with me. What could possibly go wrong with two super-awkward, geeky people dancing along to Disney songs? Dan finds it especially hilarious, watching his best friend and I flail around - on purpose, might I add - to cheesy music. When we are finished dancing, I grab another drink and down it within a few seconds. It's been a while since I've been to a party and felt comfortable about getting drunk. I was surrounded by friends and their friends, which doesn't make me feel uncertain about anybody. Besides, it's at mine and Mark's apartment. If I get drunk, I don't need to call a cab. 

I walk over to Mark, grinning a little. He raises his eyebrow at me, his arms folded over his chest as he examines me. Something sparks in his eye - wariness, uneasiness... do I see a bit of jealousy in there? Sighing, I stand up on my tip-toes and plant a kiss on his lips. He doesn't need to feel jealous - I'm his and he should know that. 

After this small gesture, he breaks out into a smile and wraps his arm around my shoulders as he scoops up his own drink. He doesn't down it as quickly as I do, though, so I'm presuming that he's going to want to stay sober for YouTube or something. Or maybe he's not as crazy of a drinker as I remember. Either way, it doesn't matter.

Dan walks over to me, grinning from ear to ear. I raise an eyebrow at him, looking at the phone screen that he holds up in front of me. I take it in my hands, peering at it to watch the short video that Dan had captured. It shows me and Phil, looking like total goofballs, dancing along to that damn song. I roll my eyes at Dan, passing him his phone back.

"You better not post that in a video," I say, almost firmly, finding ideas strike inside of me at the thought of a video. "In fact, never mind, go ahead. Send it to me, too." I tell him, watching him nod his head. I place my hand on Mark's shoulder to catch his attention. He turns to me and smiles.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I say, causing him to nod his head. "Don't have too much fun without me." I tell him, pecking his cheek quickly before I head up the stairs and into my bedroom. From here, the music is nothing but a dull throb in the back of my head. I let out a sigh, rummaging around until I scoop up my camera with a smile. The sound of my door shutting causes me to jump and hide my camera behind my back, almost as if I was a teenager hiding something from their parents. I notice a person - a man, I think - with an anonymous mask over their face. They pull it off, revealing their face.

"Ellie." He says, his voice just as I remembered it. He smiles, running a hand through his stylish, blonde hair. 

"Hey, Jake," I say, wrapping the camera strap around my wrist so that I don't drop it. "I didn't know you were coming," I tell him, and then I frown. "I didn't even know you were in LA." Jake shrugs at this, toying with the mask in his hands.

"Yeah, well, I didn't think it was very fair of you to leave without saying goodbye." He mutters, and I can hear and feel the sting of the venom he packs in his words. I almost wince, but I keep my cool. I didn't say goodbye, so he does have a reason to be a little mad. However, I didn't know he'd take it so far as to come to LA to see me.