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cw: smoking(obv), mean Ellie, suggestive but no smut, Ellie's readers brothers best friendships
"hey... you" Ellie smiles up at you. she's sitting on your porch steps, blunt between her slender fingers. "you forget my name?" you raise your eyebrows, standing above her arms crossed. it was a cold night, even colder in your pajama shorts and grey hoodie. "sorry..." she shrugs and eyes you for a second before saying your name. "..right?" you nod, watching her bring the joint to her chapped lips again and inhaling. she smirks to herself, in that egotistical way she does in moments like this. moments like this being; when she saw the way you looked at her when she was arm wrestling with your brother. or the day after you accidentally liked a photo deep in the depths of her Instagram at 2am. the photo was as bad as it could've been, Ellie staring with low eyes into the mirror and flexing. same shit eating grin.
you watch the smoke escape her lips, a small breath escaping you as you step back. "sit?" she nods towards the space beside her on the step. you should say no. you should go back to your room. you should do what you do every time she extends anything vaguely similar to an olive branch and take care of your horniness with a hand in your pants while you scroll on her Instagram. "sure" but you don't. your stupid. you sit beside her, smiling just barely. shamelessly, she watches you. her eyes go to your lips then flit for not even a second at the loss of figure in your hoodie before settling on your thighs. she smirks again, drags her eyes up slowly to your own. "cmere." she says, eyebrow raising like she dares you to do so. so you do. you scoot closer. your knee presses against hers and your hands that are beginning to sweat sit pressed against the cold wood of the step under you.
"you wanna fuck me..." it's a statement left with the me fading. she wants you to reply this time. no more nods or actions to speak for you. but when you don't she huffs out a laugh and takes another hit. she holds it in and looks at your lips. your not breathing either. she reaches her free hand up and grabs your face, calloused finger tips pressing into the softness of your cheek. you look at her, nervous eyes flicking between the 2 green, confident eyes staring back at you. she leans forward. you swear she's gonna kiss you but she let's out a breath. the smell of weed hangs heavy in front of you and you close your eyes and turn away, her hand now pressed against your knee as she laughs. your eyes are watery as you smile slightly at her. the smell of weed, of her really, clings to the air between you and you can't help but laugh with her. you aren't sure why. maybe from shock because... what is happening? or maybe because you realized that if you didn't laugh with her she'd be laughing at you. but you laughed till hers died down.
