Elliot Evans was a fucking unit.

The man was buff, and tall (and probably a little stupid)

—×— Ever since he bumped into you on a cozy fall day, (it was his fault obviously, he was late!) and you helped him pick up his books, he was in love.

Since that day, he's been following you around like a dog on a leash, you didn't pay him any mind. You were too cool for him, or so he thought.

From buying you flowers and expansive jewelry to cleaning your locker every once in a while, Elliot made sure to convey his love to you. He even wrote you love letters.

It wasn't hard to see how much of a mama's boy he was, he had already told his mother about you, shown her pictures like a married man at war remembering his wife.

His mom had told him she'd pray for him at Sunday church.

—×— Winter break

You were staying at your dorm, alone and cozy.

Rinnng!

The doorbell rang, and as always, it was Elliot, groceries in hand. He kept buying you groceries for some reason, bringing you tubs of his mother's cooking. You tried buying your own, but he insisted it was a man's job to provide while the lady relaxed.

It couldn't be more obvious he was raised to be a chivalrous and traditional man.

Too bad your single dad raised you to be independent without having to relying on others. Elliot loved that about you. You still wouldn't be buying your own groceries anytime soon, though

"Mama said that chicken and veggies soup is best for winters" Elliot chirped, neatly placing the groceries into your fridge then pouring his mom's soup in a bowl to microwave for you. Elliot loved his mom.

"Mama called you to Sunday church, will you come?" He asked, a faint blush on his face, his freckles like stars in the sky all over his face as he smiled at you.

Dimples

"Elliot Evans had dimples.*

How cute.

"Oh! Oh! Lillies for the missus." He chuckled, handing you some lillies, he knew he was being silly, he really loved you.