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@elliotcameron && @lvnnons

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         he’d kind of been doubting the whole weather being lockdown worthy until he’d actually stepped outside and seen how intense the winds and rain had become. he was alone, the only light around him being illuminated from a light overhead of one of the backdoors. it had been nearly impossible to light his cigarette, but his craving for one had been more unbearable than usual, and he’d needed a few attempts, shielding himself from the wind in his jacket so he could light up. the smoke filled his lungs and instantly calmed him down from the irritable attitude that had been brimming since jagger had called him out for his substance abuse. the backdoor suddenly opened, and elliot frowns, sure it was jagger coming to finish the conversation, but his expression softens when he finds it’s not who he’d been expecting, but lennon, joining him outside. “well, you found me this time. a nice surprise.” he says, smiling a little as he leans against the brick wall. “this is some angry weather; wonder what we did to piss off mother nature this time.” 

          “hey! there you are,” elliot places a hand gently on lennon’s shoulder once he’s finally found her, a big, intoxicated grin spread across his lips. “been looking all over this hell hole for you. did you go to high school here? i hate it.” he tells her, leaning against a row of lockers, his left foot tapping out of instinct as he tried to think of something to say to peak lennon’s interest. “so, i’ve been drinking and smoking practically all evening, and i absolutely appreciate your moral code of not wanting to fuck me when i’m too far gone, but what are your thoughts on finding an empty classroom to make out in for a bit? ooh, we could find some papers to grade, help the teacher out a bit.”

“so,” he starts, reaching around behind her for his bottle of shampoo, squeezing a small amount into his palm and starting to lather it up in his hands. “are you planning on spending the night again, tonight?” he blurts out, surprising himself by even bringing up the topic. he’s aware it’s going to throw her off, but he wants to know -- get in her head and understand what her thoughts had been on the accidental sleepover they’d had the last time she’d stayed over so late without asking the actual question. “i only want to know because i know i’m a blanket hog, and i just want to make sure i get you an extra blanket before you get too cold and leave like last time. i mean, that’s why you left, right? too cold?” he’s grinning, leaning his head back into the water to rinse out each and every bubble. “i’m just messing around.” elliot says, shaking his hair a little, moving around a little bit so that he’s not the one directly underneath the water, and lennon is instead. raising a hand, he gently pushes a few strands of her now wet hair behind her ear, a smile settled on his face. “i don’t mind if you stay or go, i’ve never minded and i probably never will. it’s your comfort levels i’m worried about. can’t have you going around telling everyone i’m going to steal the blankets at night, it’s bad for my image!” he says playfully, a laugh spilling from his lips as he’s placing a hand over his chest. elliot leans against the shower wall, admiring lennon for a moment, wanting to voice how happy he was that she was here with him, and how she was giving him butterflies with how beautiful she looked underneath the water, but he knew that would just scare her off, so he says: “that was some top notch sex we just had, if i do say so myself. maybe our best yet?”

name: lennonringtone: uptown funk - bruno mars

?? for a strange/vague text          elliot 3:11am: can you believe how fucking pathetic i am          elliot 3:43am: ignore that. ► for a text not meant for you          elliot 3:45pm: ok you seriously want me to walk all the way to mcdonalds JUST to get you a fountain coke ?          elliot 3:45pm: that was for jag. i’d walk a thousand miles to get you a fountain coke↕ for a scared/worried text          elliot 7:20pm: can you not leave me on read after a text like that? i know i get clingy and i’m sorry. i’m just always worried something bad is going to happen to you. sorry. i don’t mean to be like this. sorry.