Ellie's heart felt like it was beating out of her chest as you ran out of the room after bumping into a few people. Jackson was at a party and everyone was more concerned with dancing than paying attention to you and Ellie sneaking from the shed to be alone.

You end up in the garage that Ellie had made her room, closing the door behind her as you laugh. At some point you guys ended up on the couch sharing a joint and Ellie's brain has more weed than thoughts.

Ellie's tattoo is visible as she leans over to take the joint from your hand, and you just love the sight of it. The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she blows smoke out.

The vinyl record she likes plays very quietly, just enough to keep you entertained. Ellie hums the song and you discover once again that you love her voice.

Ellie feels pathetic. She doesn't want to think about it too much, but she could swear she saw you staring at her lips the whole time you were dancing earlier and if she is really right, she doesn't know if her heart will be able to take it.

Because Ellie has been trying to forget you since you became friends, but it didn't work and she kept wanting you as something more, even with Kat she couldn't take her eyes off you, and now, completely single, she had no reason to police herself.

She watches you talk about something and laughs, pretending to be paying attention when in fact she hasn't registered a word in a while. She needed you so bad, no one has ever had this effect on her before.

You were talking about something nonstop, but all Ellie's brain could think about was what it would be like to lean in and kiss you.

What? Of course I'm listening to ya. Ellie says when you complain, watching you raise your eyebrows at her as if you don't believe a single lying word coming from her mouth.