before you even understood yourself as a lesbian, ellie was there.

she's always been an example of many things for you. that person who you look up to, whose opinion matters more than other's.

unapologetically herself, she knew everyone knew she was gay — from her style to behavior, just... such a fucking homosexual. and, she's never been afraid of that, cautious, not afraid.

she'd been there the first time you questioned yourself, the first time you even thought about sexual orientation and gender (you'd had hooooour long discussions about that, she's way to good to talk to), she's the one who arranged your first kiss, helped you with your first date, and when you came up to her and said "i think i don't like boys", she baked you a batch of motherfucking cupcakes. gay cupcakes. cupgaykes.

so, you surprised everyone when you came out, except for her. they'd never expect that from someone that presented like you — feminine —, who would suspect someone who comformed? except you didn't, and once you started understanding yourself, you did even less. less woman, more lesbian.

"oh, a carabiner? wild." ellie poked fun at you, standing behind you in front of the mirror, arms crossed as she analyzed your outfit choice surgically. she loved to spite you, to see you squirm, that's just the annoying kid in her.

she's the kind of person who can motivate and inspire anyone, while also being the artist that makes everyone feel seen.

so, while you got ready to leave for a little dinner gathering at one of your friend's houses, she watched you (with a lot of criticism, just to keep you on your toes).