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MISS AMERICANA | CHAPTER THREE

"Leave with my head hung, you are the only one Who seems to care"

-Still reeling from meeting Ellie at the party, and seeing her again, Y/n now is dealing with complicated feelings and thoughts of Ellie, all while getting closer and forging a friendship with her.

2.0k Words | sfw

Content Warning: Cursing, drug use, anxiety, slight homophobia, lmk if I left anything out!

Tags: @pillowprincessleia @milahnoz (reply to post to be added <3)

Semi-proofread

“You want me to stay with you, hon? I can stay for like an hour or two.” Oliva offers with a small smile, and you shake your head before smiling wryly.

“It’s okay, Liv, I’m okay. I’ll see you around.” You say softly, turning around to walk up the steps of your house. Olivia watches you go up steps, your feet heavy and your head hung and she frowns, but still begins to reverse out of your driveway, waiting for you to get inside before pulling off.

The house is dark when you get inside, and the air is still, which is expected; but it always throws you off anyways no matter how used to it you are.

You lie out on the couch, thoughts racing.

Is Ellie a lesbian?

Is Ellie a lesbian that’s interested in me?

Does Ellie want to have sex with me?

You’ve heard things about Ellie before, but they’ve never stuck in your head, and you never been one to truly engage in gossip and drama; not to mention you had your own shit going on.

You heard your friends whisper about her, you heard neighbors and parents talk about her and condemn her.

The things they say about her are awful; and it’s all because she’s a lesbian.

And now she’s a lesbian that’s possibly interested in you, which could make sense actually. No one’s done anything nice for you out of the goodness of their heart since freshman year. Everyone’s always trying to work an angle with you, play the long game, figure you out and use you. It would make a lot of sense if Ellie defended you, and was so nice to you to get into your pants.

But you’re not a lesbian, though.

You’ve been dating Grayson since you were both thirteen (courtesy of your mom and his); but even then, you’ve never even thought about another girl in a romantic way. You know who you are- and some random girl you just met can’t uproot that and  “turn you out”.

But still, you can’t stop thinking about it, or her in particular. Ellie is pretty, to say the least. Truth is, she’s gorgeous, even with the mullet; and the tattoos, scarred pink lips and slit brows only add to her charm. Ellie’s not like any girl you’ve ever met…she’s not like any person you've ever met either. If there’s a slither of a possibility that Ellie defended you because she’s a good person and is being friendly to you because she wants to be your friend, a part of you wants to believe that.

For another hour, you drive yourself insane thinking of Ellie before you turn the tv on to drown out your thoughts of her.

Until you flick the tv onto another channel, and your once favorite show is on.

And you start to think of her, your mother.

All of sudden, the television isn’t interesting anymore, and you quickly turn the tv off, before stalking off to your room; burrowing in your bed and forcing the heavy duvet over your head as you will yourself to take a nap.

You dream of Ellie while you sleep.

You dream of her freckles, the dots on her creamy skin, and her skin against yours. Her scarred lips on your lips, and her tattooed arms and hands, holding yours. Ellie laughs in your dream, a soft laugh, and it brings a smile to your face.

But somehow, it sends a chill down your spine, and you’re shooting up from the bed like it’s on fire, covers splayed across the floor and a sheen of sweat on your forehead and chest.

You’re panting, and panicking, sitting down on the floor as you swipe your hand through your messy hair, gripping at the strands as you try to think clearly but to no avail.

You dreamt of her.

You dreamt of her kissing you, holding you, smiling at you and it sent the butterflies in your stomach in a tizzy.

“Fuck no, fuck no. That was a nightmare, right?” You whisper to no one, trying to gather yourself, but the panic isn’t subsiding. You sit up on your knees, trying to lean and reach your phone, feeling for it and pulling it off the cord when it’s finally in your hand.

You unlock your phone with shaky hands, and you’re incessantly tapping on contacts as you search for Ellie’s.

You call her, without any hesitation, and when she picks up, you switch to speakerphone, your breathing heavy and audible.

You think of what to say for a moment, but it doesn’t matter, because nothing can stop the words from flying out of your mouth when you finally speak.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” You ask heavily, the words said quickly and the moving on the other side of the phone pauses.

“Pretty girl? What the hell are you talking about?” Her raspy voice finally fills the space in your room, and you can’t ignore the flash of weirdness you feel at the sound of her voice.

“Why do you call me that, Ellie?” You ask, exasperated and she chuckles.

“I don’t know, ‘cause you’re a pretty girl. You don’t like it?” She asks and you close your eyes for a second before sighing.

“No, I- I didn’t say that.” You say softly and you can hear slight crackles from her end of the phone before her voice becomes clearer.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ellie asks, her voice softer now, a tint of concern in it and you lean your head against the wall.

“I don’t know, really. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” You say, about to hang up the phone but she interrupts you.

“No, stop. Don’t do that, I told you to call. I’ve got a joint, I can come over and we can smoke if you’re comfortable with that?” She suggests and you smile a little, taking a deep breath before responding.

“I thought you told Grayson you don’t let just anybody smoke your stuff?” You ask and she chuckles.

“You’re not just anybody, Y/n.”

You open the door for Ellie, and she steps in smoothly. She’s wearing a wife beater, and a pair of shorts, her muscles on display, and you get that feeling in your chest that you had the first time you saw her, all over again.

“Make yourself at home.” You say quietly and she nods and sits down on the couch, before reclining, propping her feet up.

You hover, not really sure what to do or how to move, your body rigid and she looks at you and laughs, before patting the empty space next to her.

“I’m not gonna bite you, I promise.” She says with a grin and you nod before plopping down next to her, glancing at her for a quick second before averting your eyes to a random wood spot on the coffee table.

“So, what was all of that about on the phone? Are you okay?” She asks and you groan, moving your hands over your face.

“That was so stupid, I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I called, but I definitely don’t know why I asked you that. I let my friends and Grayson get in my head, or whatever.” You say, panicked, and she leans forward before turning to face you.

“What did your friends and Grayson say?” She inquires and you finally meet her eyes.

“Grayson said that I shouldn’t hang around you…I guess because you’re a lesbian or whatever; and my friend said that you probably want to have sex with me or something, I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You say quickly, shaking your head and Ellie laughs before scoffing.

“Y/n, I’m not blind, you’re a pretty girl, why do you think I call you that? But I’m not some creep trying to get into your pants. I want to be your friend, if I wanted to fuck you, I’d literally just ask if you wanted to fuck.” She says, shrugging and you nod slowly, her words seeping into your brain.

“I swear, people in this town are so bored. Still talking about me being a lesbian like it hasn't been years since I came out.” She says and you put a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t care…if you like girls or anything. You’re a nice girl, Ellie, what you like doesn’t change anything for me.” You say softly, and a blush blooms beneath her freckles and you smile at the sight.

“I appreciate that, pretty girl. Now, ready for this?” She asks, pulling a baggie out of her pocket and a lighter.

Ellie helps you like she did the first time, placing the joint between your lips and lighting it for you, while she coaches you through the process so you don’t hurt yourself. When you finally get the hang of it, she takes it back to take a hit herself, and you finally get comfortable on the couch, spreading out.

“How’d you get this scar?” You ask, lazily moving your hand up to touch at the scar, hands moving on the soft skin of her lips, sending shivers down Ellie’s spine.

“I-I got into a fight. He got me good, but I kicked his ass.” She says softly and you hum at her response.

“Are you always fighting people?” You ask, scanning her face with lidded eyes and she gazes at you before blinking.

“Only people who deserve it.” She says, taking another hit of the joint before giggling absentmindedly.

“Why are you so nosy?” She teases and you giggle yourself before cocking your head to the side.

“Just curious about you, that’s all.” You say softly and she nods slowly, eyebrows furrowed like she’s deep in thought.

“Everyone already seems to know everything about me.” She says quietly, and you shake your head before moving closer to her, closing the space on the couch.

“Fuck everyone, Ellie. Everyone’s full of shit, they don’t even try to get to know you.” You say wholeheartedly and she leans her head back against the cushion of the couch, her eyes closed.

“You’re my friend now, Ellie. You were the first person I called, and I know I called for a stupid reason, but it means something to me.” You say softly and she opens her eyes again, turning her head towards you.

“That means you have to beat people up for me, now. Like I was going to do for you at the party.” She jokes, a small smile on her face, and you nod your head profusely.

“I am so ready; I will beat everyone up for you if I have to!” You say, giggling and she passes the joint back to you, to which you accept, taking a hit.

“Nah, but I’m just joking. I don’t want you getting in trouble and shit for me; only one of us can be a fuck up.” She says, smiling softly and you blow the smoke out.

“You’re not a fuck up. Ellie, trust me when I say this, you can go and leave all of this shit behind. It’s never too late.” You say earnestly, before passing the now short joint back to her. Ellie doesn’t respond, only getting up to dispose of the joint, and you sigh.

“This was fun, but I should head home; but I really did have fun, seriously.” She says, hovering by the door and you smile, biting your lip softly as a swell of affection grows in you.

“I’m glad you had fun, but should you be driving right now? Aren’t you high?” You ask, concerned and she shakes her head.

“No, my tolerance is pretty high, and you’re not a smoker so I didn’t bring anything strong. I’m fine, I promise.” She says and you lean over the couch, putting your hand out.

“Pinkie promise? Don’t make me worry about you, Ellie.” You say, sticking your pinky out and she chuckles, smiling warmly as she approaches you.

“Pinkie promise. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay pretty girl?” She says, locking your pinkie with her and you nod. She grins at you, waves, and walks out the door, leaving you more confused than ever.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

WHOOO CHAPTER THREE YAYY! I'm actually excited because things are finally picking up and going in a good direction. I'm so excited to expand more on Y/n and Ellie's personal lives and add more to their friendship!

lmk if you enjoyed this chapter, and like always, like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this chapter <3

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MISS AMERICANA | CHAPTER TWO

"They whisper in the hallway, 'She's a bad, bad girl.'"

-Y/N has always been a good girl, practically the picture of what it means to be an all-american girl, with her perfect, all-american boyfriend and life. She's never strayed from the path others expect of her; but after meeting Ellie Williams, the girl the people in her town whisper about, her life begins to change dramatically.

1.2k words | sfw

Content Warning: None (90% sure)

Semi-proofread ofc, sorry this chapter is so short, things should pick up next chapter! <3

You awake to the sun peeking out of the blinds, causing your eyes to squint and shut, flipping over and feeling the emptiness in the space next to you.

Of fucking course Grayson’s gone.

You sigh, and unplug your phone, checking your notifications, rolling your eyes when you see you don’t have a single message from him.

“Used me for head and then fucking dipped…” You whisper to yourself before huffing and rolling out of bed.

You’re pissed of course; Grayson kept you out at the party all night, took you back to his house, begged for head, and then left you laying in his bed to go off and do other shit. You stomp downstairs, angrily yanking the fridge open when you get into the kitchen. There’s takeout in the fridge, which is expected since Grayson can’t cook, and neither can his mother. 

You plop the box into the microwave, tapping your foot impatiently as you check your notifications while the food heats up.

Nothing.

You sit in a chair at the table, quickly swallowing your food as you scroll through your contacts, trying to find someone who might be up and able to pick you up and take you home; but it's so early, and everyone is probably in bed, sleeping, or nursing a hangover. You’ll probably be here until Grayson decides to come back whenever he’s done doing whatever it is he’s doing. You frown at the thought and slump against the cool glass of the table, groaning. “Fuck Grayson.” You murmur to yourself.

About an hour later, Olivia finally calls you back and lets you know she’s on the way to come pick you up, and you’re literally floating in relief. You use the downstairs bathroom, rinsing your mouth with mouthwash, and trying to slick your messy hairs down with no avail.

Olivia pulls up and you’re hardly embarrassed to be bolting outside to her car in a pair of Grayson’s boxers, his shirt hanging off your shoulder.

“I could kiss you right now, I’m so pissed off at Grayson. He could’ve at least woke me up and took me home.” You say with a sigh as you get into the passenger seat of her car. Olivia laughs and shakes her head.

“Well, you’re not gonna be too thrilled…I gotta stop for gas since Grayson lives so fucking far out.” Olivia says with a pout and you slump into the seat in horror.

“C’mon, Liv! Absolutely not, I’m practically naked!” You say, tugging on your shirt and she grimaces.

“You’re wearing something at least…but I seriously have to stop or we won’t make it to your house.” She says and you lean your head against the window with a frown as she finally pulls off, heading to the nearest gas station.

“I’ll be quick, honey, I promise.” Olivia says and you glare at her as she exits the car.

“You better!” You shout as she walks away, and you lock the door before leaning your head against the window.

You’re daydreaming and thinking as you wait for Olivia, when a classic red mustang pulls up beside the car, the top down.

And it’s Ellie-

the girl you met at the party last night.

In the passenger seat, is a pretty blonde girl, a joint hanging from her lips, and her long hair pulled behind her and braided.

Her music is loud, and she sits with the car running for a minute as she takes a drag from the joint when the blonde passes it to her; then she turns her head to the side, blowing out smoke, her eyes meeting your stare.

You blush and turn your head, but it’s not enough; she turns the engine off and steps out of the car.

“‘Sup, pretty girl!” Her freckled face is pressed against the window, and she is smirking. You heat up even more at the nickname, and you begrudgingly roll the window down.

“Hi…Ellie.” You say softly, and her eyes are watching your lips as you say her name; and you shiver at her stare.

“Is there something you need from me?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and she chuckles.

“No ma’am, there isn’t. Just wanted to check on you.” She says softly and you blink at her.

“Are you serious?” You ask, and her smirk turns into a soft grin, as she leans against the car.

“Those type of parties…I can’t tell that's not your thing, so yeah I wanted to know if you’re alright.” Ellie says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Thanks for asking, I’m okay, and parties are so my thing.” You say, rolling your eyes and she just snickers.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.” She says, and the bell on the store door rings, averting your attention, and you can see Olivia making her way towards the car, holding a small bag and a receipt, sending a flood of panic over you.

“Okay, well good talk…see you around, or whatever.” You say hurriedly, and she folds her arms, before looking at Olivia.

“Slow down, pretty girl. Yeah, we’ll be seeing each other around, but just in case you need anything from me, here’s my number.” Ellie says with a knowing grin before holding her hand out, to which you quickly plop your phone in her hand, as she types in her number and name.

Olivia finally approaches the car, a puzzled look on her face and Ellie chuckles. “I’ll be seeing you, Y/n.” She says before walking into the store.

You’re pointedly looking away from Olivia when she finally gets in the car after pumping the gas and she stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Why the hell were you just casually chatting with Ellie Williams?” She asks, and you sigh.

“Oh my god, why are people freaking out about this? She’s just a girl, what is all the fuss about?” You ask, exasperated and she shakes her head profusely.

“Y/n, Ellie is not just some girl! She’s a drug dealer first and foremost…and she’s, well…y’know.” Olivia says awkwardly and you turn to face her.

“Ellie sells drugs? That actually makes sense.” You say with a hum before Olivia side eyes you.

“Liv, what is your problem? It’s not like we’re best friends or anything, or even friends. We met at the party last night, she defended me from a weird, drunk guy, let me take a hit from her joint and that was literally it. When I said she was just some girl, I meant it. It’s not that big of a deal.” You say, reclining back in the seat and she bites her lip, shaking her head as she starts the car.

“So, why did she ask for your number, then?” Olivia finally asks and you freeze in your position before groaning exaggeratedly.

“I don’t know, honestly. Maybe…maybe she wants to be my friend. She was super nice to me, and she doesn’t even know me.” You say softly, your words airy now and Olivia snorts.

“That girl doesn’t want to be your friend…she’s a lesbian, Y/n. She probably wants to turn you out or something; I can tell you one thing for sure though…Ellie Williams is bad news.” Olivia says, and you turn your head again, before flipping the radio on and turning it up, desperate to shake Olivia and Grayson’s words out of your head.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Another day, another chapter! Tbh this was totally like, a filler chapter but an important filler chapter since the next chapter definitely kicks things off!

Anyways, regardless of this being a semi-filler chapter, if you enjoyed- comment, like and reblog!

Dividers by @cafekitsune