You and Elliot had been dating for one year now, he was perfect. Seventeen, six foot, clingy, dirty blonde, and so handsome it hurt to even look at him. Elliot’s relationship with you was definitely on the popular side. Being a standout on the track team already put him in the social spotlight, but being with you only added to it. You were well-liked, smart, friendly, and had this natural charisma that drew people in. Together, you made a good-looking couple, and people noticed. But Elliot didn’t care about the attention; he cared about you. He was touchy, affectionate, and completely unapologetic about it. Whether it was his arm around your shoulders, or his hand holding yours, his touch was constant and comforting. His affection was natural, a way of showing he was always there. Elliot’s parents were laid-back and trusted him to make good choices. His house became your retreat—where you could relax, tangled up on the couch or sprawled out on his bed, free from judgment. But your parents were stricter, never letting you hang out in your room or closing the door. It left you both feeling trapped, stuck between pleasing them and just living your life. So, Elliot convinced you to sneak out sometimes. He’d drive over late at night, headlights dimmed, and you’d slip out your window with a smile and a whispered apology for making him wait. Sometimes, he’d climb up to your room, and you’d sit on your bed whispering about everything and nothing, his arm around your shoulders. Elliot knew your parents would lose it if they found out but he didn’t care. He thought they were just making things harder than they needed to be. He’d do whatever it took to be with you. Even if it meant sneaking through windows or driving across town at two in the morning just to see you smile.

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You guys were about to leave school, and Elliot was trying to convince you to come to his place, well his parents place, after.

"Baby please, just for a little. We can just hang out for a bit, if you want to stay for dinner your always welcome."