i. 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ༊*·˚
it was only ever about you and me and her
WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR HAS
BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME!
━━ mike wheeler x fem, sob story
( . . . 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧!)
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❝ merry christmas! you all have six more days to fuck up and use the it happened in 2020 excuse ☺️🎄❞ — nellie 🤶
(. . . . four, lady of the hour! ) 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, we are met with the antidote of (y/n)'s sour tongue.
"your mom? you were supposed to be with her"
elle hopper was never good with words. despite the dust accumulating on the countless stacks of novels she kept pushed against the corner in her room, it was difficult for her to explain the fairytale of a thought that sprawled in her head.
however, it didn't take einstein to tell how she was feeling. just like her heart ridden volumes, anyone could read her like a book. and currently, she was on the verge of running towards her bed and sobbing into her pillow until the chief got home and she was able to hug it out.
"elle," mike said, stating the obvious as he stood quickly to meet her perplexed glance. "yeah— yes my mom- she's, she's here." he rambled, eyes searching for his mom in the crowded community pool while blindly pointing a finger wherever his eyes searched.
he found karen, nodding at her so elle could see. she ignored him, gaze now directing at (y/n) who watched the two curiously. it was always a betting game with the couple, either they were gonna jump on each other and make out or wake up the neighborhood with their meaningless remarks.
at least, (y/n) hoped were meaningless. the couple was an awful disaster when they were together and she could only hope she wasn't about to witness both.
slightly tapping an anonymous tune with her fingers now on her thigh, the portman heir stared back at the hopper unbothered. "where are my manners-" elle shakes her head at herself, "hi (y/n), it's great to see you here" her smile transparently unpleasant.
"mmh, yeah" the portman sweetly replied, smile blinding. elle's chin slightly falls letting out an silent "oh" before mike coughs away the tension. "she's here with stacey. you know how she is, desperate for attention-"
"right, of course i am" (y/n) sarcastically soothes while she rolls her eyes and stands. "god, what did i just walk into" max says stopping at elle's side while blowing a strawberry bang off her freckled face.
the ginger's eyes flicker towards the couple, then to (y/n), brows knitted. "madmax" the portman girl's cheeky eyes the new student she'd grown fond of. "bet summer over here isn't as frisky as it used to be? the boys here barely know how to comb their hair" (y/n) grins, watching elle's eyes widen in the corner of her vision.
