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[indent][color=00d278][b]“Ellie, just go talk to him already!”[/b][/color]

Elliott was pulled out of what was definitely not a daydream about Miles Michaelson by his sisters voice in his ear, a stage whisper that damn near gave him a heart attack. He turned to face his twin, his usual look of annoyance plain as day. [color=d2005a][b]“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”[/b][/color] Elliott said, glancing down to the book he held in his hand, and focusing on the pages rather than his sister.

Ivy let out a guttural groan, one that drew the attention of other students for a moment, before they realized it was Ivy and continued about their day, plenty used to her theatrics by now. Shaking her head, she kept talking, despite Elliott’s obvious attempts to ignore her. [color=00d278][b]“You are insufferable. He is a boy! Not a monster! Boys are easy! Just go talk to him!”[/b][/color] Ivy exclaimed, her arms flailing about, expressive as ever.

Elliott looked up from his book and over at Miles, feeling his stomach clench as he pictured himself walking over to him. He looked back at Ivy, her expression having morphed into one that he knew all too well, the classic ‘You know I’m right’ face. Shutting his book with a harumph, Elliott walked over to where Miles was standing, putting up some flyer. [color=d2005a][b]“Heyyyyy! Miles! Nice...flyer. Really cool, uh, bear.”[/b][/color] Holy shit this was a disaster.

Turning his head, his mess of blonde hair following along with him, the artist gave that cheesy, adorable smile he was known for, [color=e6e6fa][b]“Really, man? Thanks!”[/b][/color] After stapling the flyer on the board, he [i]smoothly[/i] turned on his heel to face his junior, who gave him some good pointers in his writing and sophomore Shakespeare essays,  [color=e6e6fa][b]“It’s cute, not one of my best stuff, but hey. I’m a boy that helps his friends. Nero needed me, so how could I decline? Plus, doesn’t he remind you of a teddy?! Or is that just me…”[/b][/color] That was probably just him. Thanks, mom. His mom compared people to stuffed animals all the time, so in return, he does it too.  [color=e6e6fa][b]“Anyways!”[/b][/color] He took a step closer to the boy he was chatting with, his eyes finally meeting with Elliott’s. [color=e6e6fa][b]“What’s poppin’?”[/b][/color] 

Elliott’s breathing hitched. What’s poppin? What was poppin? Nothing, that’s what. Elliott had gone into this conversation with absolutely nothing prepared. [color=d2005a][b]“Oh, you know...stuff.”[/b][/color] Down the hall a few feet, Ivy’s face fell into the palm of her hand. How was her brother this hopeless? As Ivy resisted the urge to barge in, Elliott’s face flushed crimson, and he did something he hated doing. He looked to Ivy for help. It was a quick glance, but enough for his sister to understand, their unspoken communication practically impeccable by this point. [color=00d278][i]ASK TO HANG OUT[/i][/color] Ivy mouthed to her brother, about as conspicuously as could be.

Elliott looked back to Miles, an awkward grin now plastered across his face. [color=d2005a][b]“So, y’know, I was thinking, we could like hang out sometime? I don’t know, there’s that movie night at Captain Cuddles on Friday, could be fun?”[/b][/color] Elliott said, praying that Miles was oblivious to the fact that he was the most awkward person on the planet.

[color=e6e6fa][b]“Star Wars!”[/b][/color] Excitably, and loudly, Miles shouted. [color=e6e6fa][b]“Dude, I’d be so down. CC’s got the best pizza out there, AND I can bring my pillow.”[/b][/color] He loved his pillow. He needed to retrieve it from his locker. He’s been away from her for far too long. 

Why did Elliott like this child? [color=e6e6fa][b]“Yo, what if I see if some of my boys want to come along and then we can totally hit the arcade after the movie. From what I hear it’s open late and milkshakes are being served alllll night.”[/b][/color] ‘His boys’ were a bunch of geeks. 

How did he respond? Say no? That seemed rude. He didn’t want to seem rude. Elliott, in his best impression of someone who has their life together, smiled awkwardly. [color=d2005a][b]“Uh yeah, totally. Ivy and Victoria are probably gonna come too, so like, it’ll be a big thing,”[/b][/color] Elliott said. [color=d2005a][b]“So, uh, yeah. It’s a date. I mean, like, it’s a plan. An event. A rendezvous if you will.”[/b][/color]

[color=e6e6fa][b]“Radical!”[/b][/color] Miles grabbed Elliott’s shoulder and gave it a gentle shake, [color=e6e6fa][b]“Star Wars, pizza, milkshakes, and chill vibes. Can’t get any better than that. Oh! One last thing.”[/b][/color] Miles, after what seemed to feel like forever, took his hand off of Elliott’s shoulder and ran it through his unruly hair, cooly, too cooly, [color=e6e6fa][b]“Sometime soon let’s share our work, yeah? Maybe go to The Secret Tea Garden. My mom just added to the menu, but she hasn’t told me what’s new so I [i]got[/i] to go and find out.”[/b][/color] 

[i]Two dates in one, do you say yes?[/i]

Elliott very nearly fainted. The hand on his shoulder, and then the way Miles ran his hand through his hair, it should’ve been illegal it was so hot. [color=d2005a][i]Breathe, Elliott. Breathe.[/i][/color] Collecting his thoughts, Elliott smiled one last time at MIles, this one genuine, the awkwardness cleared away by the invitation to tea. [color=d2005a][b]“That sounds like fun,”[/b][/color] he said simply.

Off to the side, Ivy shot him a thumbs up. Maybe she had been right.

Ah, man. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, Miles hit his own head with the stack of flyers. He would’ve face palmed, but his hand held a bunch of paper. [color=e6e6fa][b]“Speaking of my work, I totally forgot it…”[/b][/color] He had to go to the library and make sure no one stole his pencils. And yes, his work. BUT. Those pencils were EXPENSIVE. His mom would [i]kill[/i] him. Okay, she wouldn’t. She’d give him a pouty face and whine a lot, but even so! Those were his favorite pencils and he didn’t have back up sketches for that volume! [color=e6e6fa][b]“I will see you later, Elliott. You, me, a few other people, Friday. Fun times to be had!”[/b][/color] Before Miles started to wheely away, he gave that charming, goofy smile of his and an adoring, playful wink, [color=e6e6fa][b]“See ya!”[/b][/color] 

As Miles rolled off, Ivy sauntered over to where a very smitten Elliott was still standing. 

[color=00d278][b]“So was I right, or was I right?”[/b][/color] [/indent]