@ElderGod-Carrots
Elide gave Phoebe a small smile and her hand a squeeze, “Do you want to head back out there or go for a walk somewhere else?”
Elide gave Phoebe a small smile and her hand a squeeze, “Do you want to head back out there or go for a walk somewhere else?”
Phoebe stared at Elide’s hand for a moment. “I’m going to stay in here, whether or not you do is up to you.”
She inhaled shakily. “And in case you had the wrong idea—— Josh and Jane— it’s not that they don’t care— I asked them to stop— you know what it’s a long story. Basically they aren’t terribke people and want to help me but I won’t let them.”
Elide looked up at Phoebe softly and sorrowfully and nodded, “Okay. I didn’t think they were terrible people. Can- May I please help you? If you don’t want me to then that’s fine but… please.”
Phoebe looked away again. "What is there to do? And I'm fine regardless."
Elide shook her head and took a step back, "No. You're not fine, I can see you're not…" She said quietly.
“I’m fine in the long run. There’s nothing wrong with my life. I’m fine,” Phoebe insisted, twisting her hair.
“I’m fine in the long run. There’s nothing wrong with my life. I’m fine,” Phoebe insisted, twisting her hair.
Elide shook her head again, taking one more step backwards, "Fine. Whatever then…"
“Let’s go back to the cafeteria.” Phoebe slipped by Elide and back out into the hallway, stomach twisting. She was probably disgusted. At everything she’d told her. And how weak she was.
Elide stayed in the bathroom a little longer, thinking. If Phoebe wasn’t going to tell her what was wrong then that’s fine. If she didn’t want her help then Elide would have to put up with that. She sighed and headed back to the cafeteria.
Phoebe has already finished a short, silent conversation with Jane and Josh by the time Elide returned. She gave them one more meaningful look before turning back to Elide. “I could get you something from the cafeteria if you want?” An apology.
Elide shook her head and sat down, “I’m not hungry, but thanks for offering.”
(Skip?)
(Sure, to when?)
(Uhhhhhhhh what about they both get invited to a huge party? Josh and Jane don’t go? One of them has an anxiety attack? )
(Sounds fun)
(Great
Uhh maybe Phoebe stops by Elide’s place to pick her up because they’re busing?)
(Sounds like a plan)
(Okie dokie)
Phoebe didn’t know why she was so nervous, ringing the doorbell of Elide’s house, but for some reason there were butterflies in her stomach and doubts in her head. You’re going to some party. With like half the grade. It’s not actually a big deal. Still, she found herself playing with strands of hair that had escaped the clasp she’d used to put it up, framing her face, and fiddling with the neckline of her shirt. For the thousandth time, she wondered if she looked okay, with her floral print rubbed top, almost off the shoulders but not quite.
Elide checked herself in the mirror one last time. She curled her hair a little and pulled it half up. She’d opted for a strapless navy blue dress with good patterns on the hem that fell to just above her knees. She slipped on her flats and grabbed her phone before heading to the door, “Hey.”
(I said rubbed top above, I meant ribbed lol sorry)
Phoebe stood there for a moment, unable to speak. Elide looked… stunning, with her dress and hair all done up. All of a sudden, she felt very drab in her top and black skater skirt, as well as exposed. "H-Hey. You look nice. Ready to go?"
Elide blushed at the compliment, “Oh um yeah I’m ready.” She shut the door and locked it, “You looked very nice yourself.” An understatement, Phoebe looked beautiful to her.
Phoebe noticed the blush but quickly brushed it off. It's probably the heat. It had been about a week since the incident in the bathroom, and to her relief Elide hadn't brought anything up since then. God, she's beautiful… "Thanks."
“Y-You’re welcome.” Elide brushed down her dress, suddenly feeling very self conscious and was having second thought about the party. She bit her lip as they walked.
"The stop is just up ahead," Phoebe informed Elide as they walked. "How are you?" She resisted the urge to gawk at the other girl, sternly reprimanding herself.
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