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A/N: Okay... I am daring to continue this story, hopefully I'll get a better following with this next chapter. As always, if you like what you read, let me know. I will stop writing this story if I don't feel no one is enjoying it, so if you want to see more of this story, write those reviews! Now... on with the show...

"Fluorescent Adolescent"; Arctic Monkeys

Ellie was lounging in her living room, looking over at the pile of dirty clothes that needed to be washed for the past week. Just as she was switching the channel on the blue tube, Marco came out of the shower. He smiled at her, "How are you in the same position as you were in when I went in there?"

Ellie scoffed, "I'm not in the same position. I was on the other side until ten minutes ago."

"Wow... nice change of scenery." He tied his towel tighter as he came closer, sniffing the air, "What's that smell?" He found the pile, smacking his lips, "Dude... that's gross."

"I'll get to it later." She slumped down further into the cushions, "I promise."

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis

Marco turned off the television, "Okay... maybe I've been delusional or drunk the past morning, but I distinctively remember that you have a date with a extremely hot musician tonight."

Ellie folded her arms, "I don't feel like it." She looked over at the window, "I just feel don't like being around people right now."

Marco rolled his eyes, "So what am I, chop liver?"

"No... you're Marco. I have to deal with you." She stuck her tongue to his laughter.

"Real nice, El." He plopped next to her on the couch, "Is everything okay... for real?"

Ellie sighed, "I don't know... I'm just in a slight funk." She shook her head, "You know how I get." She trembled slightly, looking at her reddened wrist.

Marco sighed, "Your mother called, didn't she?"

Ellie avoided his eyes, nodding, "She's in a slight funk herself. I don't know... it's kinda contagious."

Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking a Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?

Marco threw an arm over her shoulder, "Don't let her get to you."

Ellie turned to face him, "Yeah, I know. But... it's easier said than done."

Marco rubbed her shoulder, letting her lean her head on shoulder, "What did she say?"

Ellie shrugged, "You know, the usual. She's getting better with the withdraws, but it always boils down to the same thing, the same tendencies." She looked down at her wrist again, "Old habits die hard."

Oh the boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up...

Marco sighed, "Get up."

Ellie's head snapped up, "What?"

Marco stood up with his arms folded, "You heard me. Get your lazy ass up. Stop feeling bad for yourself. Put on a hot dress, do your hair and meet that hot guy at the bar." He watched Ellie as she chuckled slightly at his take-charge attitude. With final swoop, Marco grabbed Ellie by her arm and dragged her to her room, slapping her rear in the process. "Go!"

"Fine, fine." She walked into her room, slamming the door behind her. She went to her vanity, looking at her few sticks of lip gloss, the ones she bought with Ashley when she was still in town before she went with her new boyfriend, Jimmy, to New York last fall. She smirked at her minimal lifestyle, from the color of her wardrobe to her mass collection of books that seemed to be the only furniture she really possessed besides her bed and easy chair. She liked that she didn't need a lot to make herself feel at home. She took pride in the notion that she could be the type of person who didn't need tons of clothes or accessories like Marco and his best friend and her polar opposite, Paige. She only needed was her pen and paper, a good book and air in her lungs. But was mornings like she had with her mother that made her existence seem trivial, seem unfulfilled and made her resent living such close proximity.

Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she's told she's gonna get it
I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn't going but she went still
Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle
Was it a mecca dobber or a betting pencil?

She went through her closet, seeing nothing to wear for this supposed 'date' she was going on. She smirked secretly, thinking about the person she was going to be seeing in a matter of hours, remembering the soulful glances he gave her throughout the night. She blushed slightly, trying not to dwell on the idea of him staring at her through his entire set. She thought she may had overlooked it a bit, flattered that he found her attractive, but after he came to her, sitting next to her and actually making an effort to get to know scared her a little. She couldn't comprehend anyone so... well... striking take an interest in her. She always reveled that she was not exceptionally beautiful like Ashley or Paige, she was just Ellie. Her red hair always got her noticed but that's where it usually ended, and she accepted that. She always tried to win guys over with her intelligence, her cynical outlook on life and the rare but always welcome jokes she'd make, trying to make herself appealing in other places where her other peers lacked, depth.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You're just sounding it out
You're not coming back again.

But as she recollected that night before, how this Craig guy seemed to see past her facade and efforts, how he actually saw the beauty that she wasn't aware she possessed. She had seen looks like that given to other girls, prettier girls with the full lips and wide hips, the big boobs and the 100 watt smiles. She had never been that girl to anyone, never exactly wanting to be but secretly wishing that she could. But as she pulled down a black wrap dress, pairing it with a black cardigan and her favorite dark green chandelier earrings, she thought that maybe for tonight, she could be that girl, at least for a little while.

And that's it for now... I wanted to have a chapter from Ellie's perspective. I'll have a few chapters like this from either one perspective and one with both, like the next chapter. Hope you guys stick around to see what's next.

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