kat

hello!! 🫶🏽

♡ i’m katherine.

♡ fem, 19 - latina.

♡ i write only wlw.

♥︎ chloe price, ellie williams, & abby anderson.

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kat’s note: chapter two yay!! this one’s longer, the first chapter was more of an introduction to this fic than an actual full chapter. wrote this at four in the morning and part of this is based on my own life, forgot to mention previously :) happy june 28th again!!

wc: 2,3k

risk - ellie williams

First night post three hours and forty minutes on the road—the traffic wasn’t being fair with you earlier that day.

You had your own room, which you usually shared with your cousin because he was always there with you, but this time the room had an empty bed. Ellie’s mother wanted to share one of the guest rooms with your mother, they loved doing that, always felt like teenagers all over again every time, by staying up late talking, or watching movies they used to watch together back when neither of you were even born, or to share snacks they didn’t want their daughters to have. Her mother insisted on the both of you to also share a room, your mother believed you wouldn’t be indoors all day if Ellie was also there in the same bedroom.

The house had a large backyard. A pool, and also a lake, protected by a small fence. Lounge chairs placed exactly where you loved to catch a tan on sunny warm days. The main part of the house was on the first floor, second floor had only guest rooms.

Ellie had an irritated pout and a stressed frown ever since her mother told her to be your roommate for those weeks. It was getting on your nerves. You both hated each other, yes, no news, but fuck, couldn’t she even try to appear less of a bitch in a place that was supposed to be fun and a break from the ordinary days?

You didn’t bother looking in her direction. You showered, dressed into your pajamas, and went to bed, charging what you had to charge and turning the lights off. Ellie was still dressed the way she left her house earlier, huffing every five minutes. You don’t see it when she does the same as you and goes to bed as you were already drifting off. She turns off the little lamp that was placed on the shared nightstand between both beds. The room was a suite, which meant, a shared bathroom. Great, just what you needed.

𖤓

8:30am. You were up, hair up in a ponytail, bikini on, applying sunscreen in the mirror in the bathroom. You didn’t bother closing the door since Ellie was still asleep.

You were distracted by your thoughts, humming a song lost in your own head, when Ellie’s voice cuts through your moment harshly, nearly making you flinch by the suddenness of which she woke up and already decided to run her mouth.

— Can you at least shut the door if you’re going to stand there practically naked?

Your neutral expression turns into one of pure stress, biting your tongue so you don’t bite back. You weren’t even with only a bikini on, you were wearing shorts, ripped denim ones that were two sizes smaller than your usual size, which made it a little tight and short. It was a hot day, at home, in California, wearing that was not that big of a deal.

— Just don’t look at me if it bothers you this much — you reply, not in the mood for her starting anything.

— It’s hard not to — she retorts lower than your previous words.

Her words make you pause, and slowly look at her.

— What’s that supposed to mean? — you fully turn to her, hands stilled.

— Shut the fucking door, dude.

You roll your eyes, grabbing your makeup bag which you kept a small travel sized sunscreen, you were done in there anyway. You usually opened the windows and let the sun in, your grandmother would always do that, so it wouldn’t be dark in the room all day. But Ellie was still in bed, and instead of pissing her off, you just decided to tan and have a moment of peace, to start off the day in a nice mood, not letting her ruin it.

𖤓

You were under the sun for two hours straight now, occasionally alternating with tanning your back, and when you reached forward for your water bottle, Ellie barges in on your time of peace once again.

— The sun’s too hot. You’re going to melt and get a hell of a sunburn — she says, squinting down at you, still dressed in the same clothes she slept in.

Why was she only interacting with you to try to get you mad? She would barely dare to stand less than five feet apart from you all of the time, what the fuck was up with her now?

— Just get the fuck out of here, then — you mutter gruffly, enough for her to hear it.

— It’s too hot — she insists. Why couldn’t she just fuck off?

— You’re blocking the sun, dumbass, I’m not sure if you realized that. So, helping with your slow reasoning, that might be the reason why you’re moaning and bitching in my ear about it being too hot instead of simply leaving like I told you to — you retort back, not in the mood for any bullshit.

— The sun’s tanning more of my back than it tanned you so far — she says, shifting her standing position to a very awkward one, as if standing there to piss you off hit her more of a necessity than a genuine want.

— Oh, my god, Ellie, just fuck off and leave me alone.

She shrugs, her cheeks pink from the warmth of outside when she turns to go back inside. Her mother enthusiastically goes up to her, tells her to change because we’d be going to the beach. Here we go.

She nods, but huffs when her mother turns around when your mother touches her shoulder to explain something about the flower garden your grandmother had.

Twenty minutes later, you decide to come back inside for some breakfast since your mother would be hurrying you up soon to leave for the beach.

Ellie was also in a bikini, not the string type. You had to piss her off about it.

— Now if you burn wearing that, it’s gonna look so ugly when you get home — you smirk to yourself, having to turn your face away from her as the smirk turned into a grin just by imagining Ellie having to deal with a huge sunburn every time she’d undress.

— Follow your own advice and fuck off, yeah? — she says back, looking into your eyes for only a fraction of a second.

You were about to respond, when both yours and Ellie’s mother walked up to you, asking if you were ready to go, you both nod and walk out of the house. The beach was nearby, no need to drive there.

The walk was silent, and if both your mothers weren’t happily married and very straight, you’d feel like you were third wheeling, because they would let you and Ellie walk together so they could walk together.

At some point you decided to pick up your pace and walk far away from her, getting to the beach faster than even your mother and hers. You all settle on the sand, grabbing some beach chairs, but you sat under the sun for only fifteen minutes before you decided to go in the water.

Only enough time to wet your hair, feel the coldness of the sea in a warm sunny day and go back to where the girls were. Walking back from the quick dive-in towards your chair, Ellie’s eyes didn’t falter once. She was shamelessly staring, but not a single hint of a smile or a sign that she was having fun was being shown.

You sit unfortunately beside her, ignoring her presence, feeling her eyes burning more than the sun itself through your skin. Ellie decides also to go for a quick dive, coming back in less than three minutes with her hair dripping and pushed back, cheeks pink from the heat, body obviously drenched. Your turn to stare. You made it less obvious, though. You didn’t think of yourself as big as a dumbass as you thought of her.

Tanning for an hour and a half, the sun was still very up and warm. The mothers simply decided they wanted to get back home, so they did after letting the both of you know. The universe must hate you a lot, mustn’t it? Fitting everything perfectly just so you’d have to deal with Ellie all alone.

Your body was cold from the water temperature and it felt good under the heat of the sun, which caused you to accidentally take a nap. Another hour passed and you didn’t even notice you had fallen asleep. You woke up after you tried to shift your position but you couldn’t because you were in a chair on the beach, not in your bed at home. Sighing softly, you open your eyes. It takes a few seconds for your brain to remember where you were. Good nap.

— I thought you passed out from the heat.

A voice cuts your delicious silence post a peaceful nap. Ellie, of course, always had to be her.

— Oh, you wish I had, huh? — you mutter back — Bet you would have left me here.

— I’m not an asshole. — she mutters back.

You raise your eyebrow at her, clearly thinking the opposite.

— I hate you, but I’m a decent human being. Leaving someone unconscious on the beach all alone is just fucked up — she says, then adds, — Especially you, who acts like you lack a brain. You could never take care of yourself like that.

She was lying, to piss you off. You were very independent, Ellie knew you never asked for help and rarely accepted it either. A part of her has always been oddly pleased by that; she’d seen men offering you help with the smallest things and you refusing because, god forbid you ever depend on someone else on such thing. Especially a man.

— Okay, well, you’re less of a bitch now, I’d say 0,1%? You’re still an asshole, though. I don’t care what you think of yourself.

You shrug, getting up and folding the chair, grabbing your stuff. You figured you didn’t have to let Ellie know you were leaving, since you were obviously packing up to walk back home. She found the lack of communication a trigger for an argument, typical of her. She waits until you’re no longer walking on the sand, to catch up with you in large steps, pouting, pissed like a damn child.

— How respectful of you to just leave and don’t say shit — she says, squeezing the water from her auburn locks.

— Do you need verbal confirmation? Can’t you read rooms? — you bite back. Why not, right?

— You’re the bitch here — she repeats your previous words.

— Second time you’re using my words against me. Are you out of arguments? Unlike you, I don’t need confirmation that you don’t like me. I can sense it from afar. You make it pretty obvious.

She just huffs, so quietly. The rest of the walk is silent. Thank goodness she shushed.

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At home, you both had showered and dressed into comfortable clothes, everyone was in the living room. This time any interaction would have a crowd, both your mothers.

Ellie was preparing toast with something that looked like avocados sliced up in a certain way that it made it intentionally look like a dinosaur. Nerd.

She gently poured a tiny amount of a white dressing, which you hoped for it not to be mayonnaise, because who the fuck eats avocado toast with mayonnaise? And with a small spoon she drew the white sauce over the shaped avocado so it would look like sharp dino teeth. It’s only not cute because she’s the one doing it.

You grabbed yourself a glass and the passion fruit juice jar, placing it on the table. The weight of the heavy full jar made the table shake just the slightest, and it just barely messed up the eye of the dinosaur Ellie was carefully preparing.

— Now, what the fuck was that for? — Ellie bursts, which earns a look from her mother that said “watch your language”.

— You think I did that on purpose? Where else am I supposed to put this? You’re taking an eternity to prepare that shit. Do it somewhere else if you don’t want disturbance — you burst back, obviously.

— It messed up the eye, and it’s all your fault — she frowns in a stressed expression at you. She sounded like a child, god.

— Oh, fuck me. Stop whining — you huff, rolling your eyes — It’s not completely ruined.

She never wipes off that frown from her face. She watches as you walk closer, taking the spoon from her fingers, the contact nearly jolts you. She dramatically thinks her beautiful avocado toast dinosaur art is ruined, so she lets you ruin it further.

— Like this — you whisper, concentrated on trying to fix up the mess, connecting an eye to the other, with a thin strand of sauce in between them — Now it’s wearing glasses. See, it’s not ruined. And you’re gonna eat it anyway, so I don’t see how it is a big deal.

She softens just a little at that, realizing it actually looked nice. She’d never admit it, though. A dinosaur wearing glasses. She’d make her avocado toast like this from now on every time, but be careful enough so you don’t see that she thinks of it as a nice new idea.

— Is it a he or a she? Or is it a they? — you ask, feeling like you were talking to a child.

— It’s a he. Always have been — she responds lowly, caught off guard that you’d take minimal interest to ask her something like this.

— Mm. Does your myopic dino have a name? — you ask, keeping everything in place after returning the juice jar to the fridge.

— This one doesn’t, — she says, then adds, — yet.

kat’s note: my attempt to write an enemies/haters to lovers slow burn :) i wrote this at two in the morning so let me know if there are any typos!! this is the first of many chapters yet to come. oh, and happy pride day :)

wc: 700

risk - ellie williams

Kindergarten. You and Ellie never really get along, but your mothers did. Ellie’s mother and yours were good friends ever since you acknowledged Ellie’s existence.

The hatred followed you both to high school, where it got a little more serious than just disliking each other. It was pure, raw loathing every time you’d even make eye contact.

You were forced to see her, though. Your mothers loved hanging out and insisting on the both of you to come along with them. They’d talk, joyful conversations, shared gossip, covering their mouths so they wouldn’t laugh too loud when at public places. Truly best friends, beyond maternity. Ellie would death stare at you the whole time. She’d bring her journal to those encounters and draw the whole time. She is very talented at that, but you’d rather die than elaborate mentally a compliment about her. You also avoided looking at how good her hand looked holding that pen, how it would effortlessly flex while she’d draw. She never caught you staring, thank goodness. Or at least that was what you believed from observing, and studying every bit of her body language.

Your mothers would try to make you interact, it would never work. Ellie was the type to stare deep into your eyes but act like you weren’t there. She wouldn’t even smirk, or politely say anything so her mother wouldn’t give her that look.

You were living a chill life after your mother stopped insisting on you going to her hang outs with Ellie’s mother. That lasted three weeks, then you realized the silence was preparing you for something bigger. They had planned a trip. Your grandmother lived in California and her house was very beachy, you’d travel there every time she would have a work trip, or on holidays, or small celebrations just to be with your family. Of course, your mother wouldn’t leave her best friend out, so she invited Ellie’s mother to come with the both of you. Ellie would be coming as well. You had no idea how anyone could convince Ellie to spend two entire weeks sleeping in the same house as you, but somehow your mothers made it happen.

You wouldn’t miss a long holiday at one of your favorite places for nothing in the world, of course you wouldn’t tap out. But what was Ellie’s excuse for agreeing to come, if she claimed to loathe you that much? You were sure she’d rather spend those two weeks locked inside her room, playing videogames, and occasionally texting her mother to ask if she was having a good time. But she willingly accepted the invite. Your mother’s words, not an assumption.

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Your grandmother’s house was three hours away from where you lived, and your always-very-cheerful mother offered Ellie and her mother the ride. A three fucking hour ride next to the person you hated the most out of all the people you had ever met.

The mothers were front seat, obviously. Sharing gossip most of these hours. You and Ellie were both facing the windows, refusing to look at each other. Ellie brought her journal, typical of her. You huffed at the sight, just by glancing at it, it would make you nauseous. Fucking motion sickness. You had headphones on, eyes closed.

After about an hour and a half, your mother pulled over, and both of them left the car saying they’d get us snacks to survive the rest of the car ride.

Silence, the most absolute lack of any hint of noise.

Ellie breaks the silence, speaking to you for the first time in probably two months.

— I can hear your music from here.

You don’t open your eyes, nor look at her. The volume was too loud, you could barely hear your own thoughts.

You feel eyes burning through your skin, the way you’d feel across every room shared with Ellie your whole life.

You take off your headphones, waiting for her to repeat herself or say anything at all. She doesn’t. You watch her eyes glance from yours to your headphones, you catch what she was trying to mean. You shrug, turning the volume up several notches.