Ellie Williams' cold green gaze had immediately softened on you the second she saw you standing behind her with tears in your eyes; while she stood there, bloodied knuckles, bruised freckled cheek and a vexed expression with the boy who'd previously hit on you cowering beneath her with a damaged jaw.

And... That was exactly how she ended up on your sofa, her lovesick green gaze locked to your pretty face as you dabbed her wound and scolded her for hurting another person for you. The corners of her lips curled up, you were concerned about her?

Slumped there in her unbuttoned red flannel, grey wife beater shirt, camo cargos and battered converse. A shaky exhale escaped her lips at your soft hand smoothing over her knuckles. You'd been friends with benefits for years; whether the two of you would admit it or not, you loved eachother. While you struggled to say it; Ellie certainly didn't.

"Didn't like how he was looking at you, babe.." she rasped lowly, a frown.