4th Arrow [written/action-ish]

[threeweeksago]

Snow sucks. I don't get why people make such a big deal out of this season. Everything looks dead and everyone's freezing their asses off the moment they step outside. Where's the fun in that?

Seriously. Fuck winter.

[Ellie's walking as she's writing this (and any replies to comments), and isn't paying much attention to the decorations. Not that she'd really know what they were all about, so she could be walking right under a bit of mistletoe without even noticing...]

Comments

[threeweeksago]

[Well, that's just fine, because Ellie's absolute shit at talking to boys! Well, she could talk to Sam just fine, but that was different]

Just okay? [She tries to laugh it off, but her nervousness is clear in that sound.] Geez, I don't know if that's supposed to hurt my feelings or not.

[indirectcause]

Oh, shit no I didn't mean it...like that.

[Oh god can the floor just eat him now? Would that be ok? He blushes furiously, rubbing the back of his head]

I...I mean it was more than okay. [Oh great, the nervous squeaking voice crack has come back. He'd missed you, buddy] It's was pretty great, actually.

[threeweeksago]

Hey, don't worry about it! I was just trying to joke. [Is she not supposed to joke with this kind of thing??? Ugh this is so weird.]

Yeah... yeah, it was. [Pause.] Kind of feels like it was trying to give me a heart attack though. Is that bad?

[indirectcause]

Oh...yep, failed to get that. [God this is exactly why he doesn't talk to girls.

He feels the blush creep back, just as he thought it might be receding. No safe harbour for him, nope]

I- I don't think so. Me too...kinda.

[threeweeksago]

[There's a long pause before Ellie speaks up again.]

... So is this what it's like to really like someone?

[indirectcause]

[So awkward]

I...yeah. I guess so.

[threeweeksago]

Oh.

[Awkward so stifling you could cut it with a knife.]

So... what do you wanna do about it?

[indirectcause]

[So awkward, he clears his throat, shuffling his feet]

I...uh. What do you want to do about it?

[Partly out of cowardice for really saying what he wanted and partly out of trying to be a gentleman, he'll pass that buck onto her]

[threeweeksago]

[She huffs, crossing her arms.]

I asked you first, dude.

[indirectcause]

Yeah, well. It's supposed to be a ladies choice...thing.