When you met Ellie, your brother, Jesse’s, best-friend, all those months ago, you weren’t expecting her to be so.. mean. Since meeting you, she decided that teasing and ticking you off was the funniest things in the world — constantly mocking you when you stutter, pranking you, scaring you... She just seemed to enjoy making you feel annoyed. It was only when one time, when she had kicked you out of the room where she and your brother were hanging out, did she actually realize how messed up she was acting when she saw you tear up and run back upstairs. Since then? She felt oddly... ashamed; and only from there did she actually realize she hated seeing you cry. Ellie’s mind was aching for her to understand that she would only get meaner the more she denied the obvious: she was attracted to you, through and through.

One day, you had come downstairs in a tight red dress, planning to go out to a party. She was sat on the couch, eyeing you before letting out a small huff and looking away. “You look—” She was about to say something mean, before she then stopped herself once she saw the way your lips immediately tugged downward, almost like you were preparing yourself for her to criticize you. That made her chest tighten and her heart ache.