𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 | ᴱˡˡⁱᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵇˢ

chapter two.

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+++ fireworks in my eyes +++

Elliot and I look at each other in panic, as the 4 others were not just... gone. "onde Sammie iria? (Where would Sammie go?)" I ask myself in Portuguese, as Elliot looks at me for a minute, and as if reading my mind, he says, "Do you track her?" Oh my gosh. I'm such an idiot. "You are a genius for once, Lio!" he smiles a bit at the new nickname but immediately hides it as I grab my phone and tracks the group's phones. "Okay, they all seem to be in the same- Oh my gosh! Why are they at the space launch pad?" I ask urgently, as Elliot realizes something. "Oh, yeah! We were planning on going up there earlier when I saw you guys! Your dads spare key was toast, and we needed to return it, but decided to do that instead." I look over at him that says, 'you are an absolute idiot' when he looks back in guilt, as I start running in the door, and down the strangely empty halls.

Elliot races after me, but can't seem to make it up to me just quite yet. "Woah, she is fast for someone who sits behind a computer 24/7." I hear Elliot mumble, as I smirk a bit, and run faster. I run and run until I see all 4 of these idiots looking out the metal caging, gazing at the rocket, not paying attention. "Boo." I say quietly behind them, not even panting or sweating a bit. They all jump like I'm the ghost of Christmas past, and I roll my eyes, as I ask, "What are you idiots doing here?" and putting one hand on my hip, and motioning my other to the rocket through the black caging.

"We were just gonna get up in there for a minute, take some pictures, and head out Blue," Mart says innocently. "No, don't 'Blue' me. Sammie, what happened?" I ask, looking at her like a mom expecting a damn good explanation. Wow, I am my mom friend, literally. "I tried to stop them, but I couldn't," she said, as I rolled my eyes. "My phone is here. Why do you think I know where you guys are?" I point to my phone, as they all look disappointed, and I hear a heavy panting coming behind me. I turn my head to see a slow jogging Elliot, and as he stops beside me, he rests his hands on his knees, as he rests to pant and catches his breath.

"I wanted to do this too, why did you leave without me?" he asks, once I catch his breath, and as his head at my stomach level, I grab my hand and slap it across the back of Elliot's head. Hard. "Jesus, estou cercado por idiotas absolutos. (Jesus, I'm surrounded by absolute idiots.)" I sigh, looking through the thick caging, and banging my head against it until I hear someone say, "é verdade, mas isso dói, campainhas. (It may be true, but that hurt, Bluebells.)" I turn to see Elliot having his hand over his heart, acting offended.

I gasp, as I say in disbelief, "voce consegue falar português? (You speak Portuguese?)" he nods as he says, "na verdade minha segunda língua. (It's actually my second language.)" I nod my head, as I say sarcastically, "Eu não sabia que seu cérebro era grande o suficiente para isso. (I didn't know your brain was big enough for that.)" he laughs a bit as he pushes me, and I put my hands up, "só falando cara. (Just saying, man.)"

"So, are we going in or not, I mean...?" Doria asks, phone in her hand, as she shrugs. "So we're just gonna skip that 1. Ness can speak 2 languages-" but I cut Sammie off for a moment. "I actually know 4. ASL, Portuguese, French, and Russian. Don't ask." I state, and Sammie continues, "And 2. Elliot knows Portuguese?!" Elliot raises his hand as well, and doesn't wait as he says, "Yeah, I'm not just selfies and pogo sticks. I also speak french and german." I turn to him and smirk, as I say, "Ces personnes sont toujours les plus stupides ... y compris vous.. (Im surrounded by people who are stupid... including you.)" Elliot shoves my side as he replies, "hey, c'est moyen! (Hey, that's mean!)" I laugh, as the other 4 look at us in such confusion that it's funny.

"So, again, are we going in, or not?" Doria shrugs again, as Elliot and I look from each other to her. "No, thats dumb-" but Elliot cuts her off. "All the hatch workers are probably gone at- 10:46 at night," he says, grabbing my wrist to read the hands on my watch over my warm colored skin. "And if your mom was in this situation, what would she do?" he continued, facing her face-to-face, and crossing his arms as I came behind him. "Do not go on the guilt trip, Elliot! I'm only allowed to do that." Martin and Will look at each other in such confusion from me calling him by his actual name, as I mouth to them, 'It's still Raven hair.' they nod and give a thumbs up, as Sammie stares back at Elliot.