"I didn't come here because I wanted to see you, you know?" she snapped, her brows creasing in an irritated frown.
"Well, when you put it like that, I'll be sure to return your um," he paused, trying to find the appropriate word before he said something that would end with him having a broken nose, "belongings to your extremely understanding uncle then?" he retorted.
His coffee-colored eyes lit up and his grin grew wide as he watched her expression morph into a deep scowl.
"You'll only regret it, but fine."
She snatched her belongings from his outstretched arm and began to storm down the apartment stairwell, the sound of her heavy steps echoing off the walls. He watched her in utter delight, and as she rounded the last flight of stairs, he shouted, "So I'll pick you up at 8?!" leaving her cheeks stained pink, and a very particular finger raised in the air.
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if you guys like it, i'm gonna try and update this one like once a week. maybe. we'll be in touch :)
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.