It wouldn’t be fair to be labeled as opposites, because deep down in your heart you want to be like him.

To feel that high, the chill of the smoke that enters his mouth—it gets you wondering, curious.

“what’chu looking at?..”

elliot could’ve grinned at the way your eyes scan the blunt, the way they trail all over his lips once it touches them.

He found it amusing.

“wanna try?”

elliot would offer everytime—just to earn a ”oh no…I shouldn’t.” because it’s ‘unhealthy’.

But he knows you.