originally posted to my tumblr. originally formatted to be more aesthetically pleasing, therefore no caps. presented as was posted originally.
i. " what's up … doc? "
whether he admits to it or not, that's kinda what spring launched the whole thing — the whole sweater thing.
the whole disaster at vivian's party, the playboy costume, warner, anything and everything elle had decided to vent about that night, they all started this — it was the party that had elle sitting out on the park bench all alone, it was the costume that left her so cold out there, shivering from both the temperature and her crying.
emmett never did get that jacket back.
ii. rain rain go away.
old habits die hard, and the two couldn't even walk across campus in the rain without elle silently fidgeting over her hair every so often — alright, she probably thought she was being very nonchalant about it, but it was hard for emmett not to notice.
emmett handed the umbrella to elle for a few minutes, before shrugging off his own jacket, holding it out for elle to put on instead, one arm, switch hands with the umbrella, and then the other.
the most important part, was for emmett to flick up the hood, which, while met with a quick protest, was probably for the better — with emmett taking the umbrella back, elle didn't touch her hair again, nor did it have any chance of getting wet now.
iii. happy finals.
it wasn't cold, not in the least, but finals anxiety was still setting in. elle may be doing exponentially well, but that didn't mean she was free from test apprehension.
elle woods was a strong believer in good luck charms, and her biggest problem was that she needed to figure one to help her majorily with her first finals week at harvard law.
that's how he lost another sweatshirt, with elle tying it around her waist, as she walked into her first class of that week, and proceeding to bring it with her each day after.
she aced every one.
iv. study group.
studying at emmett's was easier when they started early, before it got too late.
even so, they were prone to fooling around and getting distracted, and elle would end up staying there to all sorts of ungodly hours working on essays or whatever.
and when it got too late for her to head back to campus? that's when she'd grab yet another of her boyfriend's sweatshirts, and crash at his place.
his sweatshirt stock had been strangely shrinking lately. hmm.
v. wanna borrow mine ?
they're already plenty into spring, considering it's just the end of april, and with the weather being so far out of whack this whole year thus far, emmett was left sweaterless, jacketless on a bitingly chilly day.
there was a playful ( almost suspicious, if you asked emmett ) smile on elle's face, as she asked, 'wanna borrow one of mine?' before disappearing back to the closet.
emmett was about to start laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of him waking around with one of elle's sweaters, when a familiar blue jacket, soft and plenty worn, was thrown over his shoulder, as elle kept walking past him.
so that's where his sweatshirts have been going.