Summary: "I'm not gonna apologize for liking you."

Disclaimer: Not mine. The quote in the summary, not mine. The quote in here by Marco, not mine either. Yeah, yeah, you know all this already.

A/N: Drabble. Pretty much. Needed to get it out of my system. I also needed to write something Crellie. Enjoy. As always, review. Those make me happy.

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Apologize? Apologize?! He actually said he wasn't going to apoligize for liking me?

Okay, so maybe it shouldn't be that shocking to me. But someone not apologizing for something good? This was new.

The only things I never got apologies for were bad things.

Marco felt bad about the whole gay thing and not being able to kiss me back. But it wasn't his fault he rolled the other way. He tried. He couldn't. Oh. Well. I'm over it.

Sean? Sean just left. And didn't really apologize for it. He kind of had this sorry look in his eye, but that's about as close as I got to an apology.

And Craig? Ha. Don't make me roll on the floor.

The only thing Craig ever attempted to apologize for was picking Manny. But remember, I said attempt here. And this was all over another girl. But with Jesse it was about me.

That's right. Me.

Ellie Nash.

Not macro-slut Manny Santos.

Not look-at-me-I-whine-about-everything Ashley Kerwin. (And yeah, she is my best friend, but is it not true?)

So sue me for being shocked at the attention for once.

And I mean genuine hey-I-like-you blunt attention here.

We can safely say Jesse is the king of blunt. I'd like to think it comes with the whole "I'm the editor of The Core" thing.

We can also safely say Craig is the king of oblivious. I think he was just born with that.

Wow polar extremes much?

I would have to agree with you on that one.

So we've got Jesse. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Writer type. Editor. Totally gorgeous.

And we've got Craig. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Musician type. Singer. Totally gorgeous.

Dilemma? I agree on that one too.

We've forgotten one little detail though.

Jessie is here. Craig is not.

And this has to play a factor. Right...?

So then why the hell am I on a plane to Vancouvor right now?

Uh yeah. You. Tell. Me. Because I have no fucking idea.

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Alright, I think you may deserve some background here.

I'm with Jesse. Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. Say it with me this time. Jess-eee.

And I've told him about almost every person who is/used to be/somehow affected me/ in my life.

He's heard about Marco and Dylan. (That was after inquiring who the two boys I was living with are.)

He's heard about Miss Whiney. (You know who I'm talking about, yes?)

He's heard about Jimmy. (That explanation came with the Miss Whiney one.)

And Alex, Jay, Manny (I went off on a rant one day), Paige (she called when we were ahem in the office.) And yes, he's even heard about Sean.

He's heard about my dad and his soldier history. He's heard about my mother and the alcohol thing.

Notice anyone missing? Maybe a shaggy haired musician kid that came up after mine and Jesse's (almost) first kiss?

(Ahem), and I quote here "Guess this means you're officially over Craig?"

That inquiry came from Marco.

However, I didn't really think about his question. (I think he meant it to be retorical anyway.) Not right away.

I did think about it right before I kissed Jesse the first time.

And I did think about it the one time that he tried to tickle me.

And I also thought about it every time he called me fraush. Doesn't it creepily sound (almost) like Nash?

Fraush. Nash. Nash. Fraush.

Yep. I'd say so.

And it's not just that it sounds similar. It's the fact that it was a nickname. And not the ones I got behind my back in high school. Vampire girl, blood sucker, miss doom and gloom, freaky cutter girl, yeah. You get my point.

But it was an actual nickname. Something I responded to. I told Jesse to stop. Not only because it labeled me as Slut-Of-The-Core-2006 but also because everytime he did it was like Craig calling me Nash. Weird. I know.

And I'm thinking about it now. Now as I'm on this goddamn plane to Vancouvor.

Where is Father Marco when you need him?

Everyone, please buckle up, we're about to land in Vancouvor. Thank you for flying with Canadian Airlines.

We're landing? Shit. I always hated that part.

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A/N: What'd ya think... Drabble is fun. A plot is more fun...