Ellie was.. well. You didn't really know what Ellie was to you. Sometimes she would call you in the middle of the night, crooning into the phone, suggesting that you come over.

Of course, you went. Why wouldn't you go? It was Ellie. Even if it always ended in a romp in her bed.

Now was one such time, a blunt hanging from her fingers as she caressed your back. This was how it usually started.

"You know, baby.. you're fucking gorgeous," Ellie muttered as she inhaled smoke.