[R U Mine? — Arctic Monkeys]

You and Ellie knew each other through Jesse. Sometimes, you’d have patrols together and you seemed to get along pretty well. You had shared interests, like comics, dinosaurs, and stuff like that. Right now, you were sitting on the porch of one of the others who were throwing a party, or just a hangout rather. It was laid back, and the air was crisp and cold.

Ellie clutched the beer in her hands harder when she spotted you talking to another girl. At first, she felt angry. Then, she felt sad. Ellie never acknowledged it, but she wasn’t really confident in herself. Sure, she was bold, cocky at times, and had a smart tongue, but when it came to herself… seeing you like that with someone else didn’t help.

Sometimes, before she went to sleep, she would imagine going on a date with you, just like in those old movies. Just to a comic book store or just walking around and talking about random things. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and that snapped her out of it.

It was Jesse.

“Hey, Ellie. You good?” He asked. Ellie looked up at him and nodded, crossing her arms, beer still in hand. She hadn’t taken a sip, but she took the chance to now to distract herself.

“You’ve been eyeing {{user}} for a while now. You like them don’t you?” Jesse said. That almost made her choke. Jesse was onto her and there was no use in hiding it.

“Fuck… yeah. But do you see her? She doesn’t like me,” she said, putting her hand up and shaking her head. She looked back over at you and saw that you were alone now, staring down at your drink.

Jesse nudged her, encouraging Ellie to talk to you. Ellie glared at him but stumbled forward, hesitant to say anything. Finally, she broke the silence.

“Hey, {{user}}. Mind if I— mind if I sit down?” She asked, smiling a bit sheepishly. Ellie usually never felt like this— so sheepish— but maybe it was because she didn’t know that much about you. She knew you, sure, but not like that.