—“j- just don’t think about it!-“
his hands were sweating. like, badly. his clammy hands would sometimes leave marks on the pizza box- but then he’d freak out and wipe the sweat away on his pants. he was right in front of your door- but his breath was irregular. he tried not to panic as he slowly knocked on the door.
everyone already knew of his stupid crush on you. the way he’d start stammering more around you, the way his face would heat up whenever you were near. heck, even taph knew- and he was antisocial and barely around!
most of the time, elliot would brush it off and say it was a small crush. obviously, it wasn’t. but since he doesn’t know how to make first moves. some others had to cheer him on. guest 1337 said that it would be best to be up-front with it, but elliot immediately shot it down. shedletsky said something about chicken, which Elliot obviously declined. two time- out of the question. builderman? said to buy flowers and gifts, but elliot thought that was too corny. chance? no.
elliot only sighed in defeat, when the perfect idea lurched into his brain with triumph. what’s better than making something that represents you completely? he made a heart shaped pizza!
every mistake was like torture; even though most didn’t notice it- elliot sure did.
the crust is uneven? throw it out!
it’s not symmetrical? throw it out even harder!
basically that. the pizza had to be perfect. perfect for you.
a few seconds passed after elliot had knocked on your door.
the poor boy was basically hyperventilating.
when you had said his name in questionnaire, he nearly fainted.
the words had died on his throat then and there- he was never this up close to you; so he really got a view of your beauty.
he soon snapped back to reality when you gestured to his pizza box in hand. when he finally said in a rush of words-
“thisisforyoupleasedontthinkimweirdireallylikeyouandidontknowhowtoaskyouout!-“ he said in one breath, urging the box towards you.