Hello, Kitty!

Pink. Pink everywhere. He couldn't help it, it just came out: "Hello… kitty."

She didn't mind. She didn't even seem to notice. Then he saw the shelf of Red Bull. How a girl like him needed energy, well that was beyond him. It wasn't for studying, he was sure of that. Her book for Callahan's class wasn't ever unwrapped. But she kept going, she kept fighting. Even when he threw all of her things out, she still laughed and smiled.

But soon he grew fond, even had a new appreciation for the color pink. The desk stayed a desk, now covered in different shades of pink Post-It notes. And by the time thanksgiving came along, he also had a strong liking, he would even go so far as to say a love for the bunny's favorite energy drink.

"Grandma Bootsie?" He laughed as Elle closed the door to her room.

"I know right!" She giggled. Emmett saw that she had good mind. It was a bit one tracked, he admitted to himself, but it was very sharp.

"You're going home for Thanksgiving?" He asked, shocked. It didn't take much to get her to stay.

"Why are you always right?" She laughed.

"I'm not always right." He defended before adding cheekily. "With you I just am."

"Elle gasped and through a stuffed toy at him from out of her dog's bag. Bruiser ran after it before Emmitt through it back at her. She laughed and through one of her many pillows at him. And with that, he had his first pillow fight. They fell to her bed, studies forgotten for a few minutes. Elle took his hand when he told her it was his first pillow fight. Elle took his hand, squeezed it and said quietly: "Stick with me, Emmett. I'll teach you a thing or two."

Then Christmas came around.

"Ho! Ho! ho…" He said when as he enterd the now familiar room. She was with another woman, dancing and twirling around. He didn't understand why her hair care was such a big deal. But he was thrilled that she liked it. And the Warner came into her room and asked about Vivian. And she became that girl that got kicked out of class on that first day. So he pointed it out and she studied like he had never seen before. There night together was almost over and she stopped him from their debate about the rights of anonymous sperm donors. She handed him a box wrapped in paper with cute reindeer on it. He gingerly undid the paper, determined to save it. Inside was a dark green, soft sweater. It had to be the nicest thing that he now owned.

"It's forest green." She smiled. "To replace the sweatshirt you gave me. I don't want to give that back. It's too comfortable."

"Thank you Elle. I do still want that sweatshirt back." He chuckled. He usually got small things for Christmas. But he never owned something this nice.

"If it gets dirty, bring it to me. I'll clean it." She said fiercely. "I mean it."

"Okay!" He said softly, fingering the ribbed border of the sweater.

"Are you busy for New Years?" She asked.

"No, no I'm not." He replied.

"Do you want to spend it with me and my friend Paulette?"

"Sure!" He responded eagerly. "Who's Paulette?"

"The woman helping me studying when you came in."

"Oh. Sure! That sounds nice."

"Great!"

The two of them settled into comfortable silence before returning to their argument. Elle was going to prove everyone wrong.

And Emmett was proud to help her do just that.