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￫ highly selective + low activity ELLIE NASH from degrassi: the next generation.  ￫ main blog to @jtdork & @noteric ￫ rules & info ￫ mae, 22, she/her.

“what? we can’t have the same hobbies? that sounds a little gatekeep-y if you ask me.” ellie responds. she watches intently as craig fiddles with his guitar. he was a great guitarist and it was definitely something that had caught ellie’s eye in the first place. “a good team? pft, i didn’t even do anything. but i’m happy to take some credit if you hand it over.” she stretches her hand out, motioning for craig to give her his guitar.

“oh?” ellie’s brows raise and she settles back into her chair as the male flips through his notebook. the roll of her eyes was inevitable. she wasn’t used to all this sappy stuff. considering her upbringing was lackluster with an absent-army father and an alcoholic mother, the situation didn’t exactly nurture sap. “ah, so you’re into scorching pain. duly noted. i’ll make sure i’m burning with a 5,000-degree fever the next time i kiss you.”

peering up at him, she lets out a teasing smile. “you’ve become quite a sap, craig manning.”

the redhead sets down a plate of cooked frozen vegetables, microwaved pasta, and a glass of water in front of jackie. a pathetic display, really, but ellie beams anyway. if she believed this was an amazing sight, then maybe jackie would think so too. "see? isn't this better than going to the ravine?" ellie asks, taking her own seat at the table. ever since ellie started dating sean, their group would spend their friday nights hanging out at the ravine. drinking, talking — whatever. but considering ellie was avoiding sean, there was no way in hell the redhead would show up to the one place she knew sean was 100% at. as for jackie, well, ellie was very convincing.

it’s become a normal occurrence now. after hanging out as a group with their mutual friends, the two would hang back, find an excuse that would make them stay, and spend the rest of the day or night talking. they’ve been kicked out of a number of board game cafés, so-called ‘24-hour coffee shops’ that really only stayed open until 2am, and even public parks which apparently closed at eleven o’clock at night. this time, ellie was feeling a bit adventurous and had convinced them to sneak up to a rooftop. the two sat against one of the metal structures, soaking in the view of a very light-polluted city. ellie senses craig looking at her and returns his silent gaze with a quizzical expression. “what? is there something in my hair?”

one of ellie's ( many ) pet peeves? when someone held the door open for her. specifically, if ellie was more than three meters away from the door, which meant that she'd have to pick up her pace in order to get through the propped open door in a totally acceptable timeframe. to make matters worse, this particular door was help open by none other than manny santos — her best friend’s ‘other woman’ and her current rivalry. "nice of you to open something other than your legs for once.”

“and you know all of that?” ellie’s nose crinkles. although a very fictional scenario, the thought of a club–cult like this makes her sick. the redhead finds comfort in knowing not many people would be granted permission in, as she prided herself in being a closed book ( for the most part ). “yup. ‘glad the trauma was at least useful.” ellie glances up at him, her cheeks feeling unexpectedly hot. it was a secret to no one ( except craig, she hopes ) that she had taken interest in the boy, and so the finger-tugging and the declaration of needing her company was enough to make her heart soar. ellie clears her throat. she had to be cool about this. “oh? so then me staying here late has nothing to do with finishing your leftover pizza that can’t fit in your fridge then, right?”

eyes roll and a huff escapes her lips. despite ellie’s verbal complaints, this whole ordeal was appreciated. she guesses there were some perks being roommates with paige – the other being breakfast and morning coffee just as ellie likes it. “gee, thanks. you always know how to make me feel good about myself. you should be a professional complimenter.” she quips. ellie takes another look at the dress before she stands up. with a sigh, ellie says, “fine. but you’re driving me straight to the hospital for a rabies shot if it does. now, turn around. i don’t need your critiques on anything else.”