A/N- Chapter three, finally.
Mucho thanks to Peppermint Schnapps for the wakeup call on Elise's nationality... I mean... I knew, but... Sometimes when you're typing you just slip up, yanno? So... it's fixed. Sorry for the small typoish thing... *coughs* I really need to find me a beta reader... or something.
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It was eight o'clock at night when Elise woke up. 'So much for a small nap...' She thought. She sat in bed a minute, staring at the ceiling and just thinking nonsense thoughts while the grogginess left her body. It finally clicked in her head that the noise from outside was Zoe and Psymon, talking in muffled tones. She stood up (without the help of a crutch, thankyouverymuch!) and walked over slowly and carefully to put her ear against the wall.
"...but I dunno, I don't really like it, Psy." Zoe was saying.
"He did seem less twerp-ish before they were together." Psymon agreed, and Elise blinked. Did everyone feel like they had to voice their opinions about Eddie and Marisol right outside her room? She shivered a bit when she thought about the couple, and a feeling in the pit of her stomach, like ice, spread throughout her body. Closing her eyes, she willed it away. Elise wasn't one to get weepy, and though she had a day before, she usually kept her cool.
But this was different. He was her friend, she had thought, anyway. Was he just pretending to be her friend the whole time so he could do this? She shook her head, removing the thought entirely from her mind. Eddie had been great. Funny, gentlemanly, always willing to teach her something new---always beaming when she ASKED him to teach her how to do something like him. They used to talk for hours on end, having debates filled with ridiculous banter, arguing about whether or not Oreos should have chocolate filling... . Elise shook her head once more. Back then they could fight all they wanted, scream nasty things and each other, and as they glared at each other, couldn't keep a straight face. Every single time they had fought, it always ended the same way. One time like this had been right before he fell for Marisol.
*"Elise, you stupid, dirty bitch!" they both snickered, and then she glared once more.
"You shouldn't talk, manwhore!" A second of silence, before they burst out laughing and trying to keep each other from falling to the ground.*
But the whispers outside weren't that of her and Eddie, and she snapped back to reality.
"What is she trying to prove?" Zoe's voice floated in, sounding slightly concerned.
"She's trying to prove to that she has a better wardrobe than Elise." Psymon's light tone made Elise smirk, and she walked over to the door before opening it and walking out. She blinked a few times, trying to look slightly tired.
"Hey Lise, have a nice nap there?" Zoe smiled, trying to look like she wasn't just talking about her.
"Yeah..." She nodded. "But, uh, can you guys help me downstairs? I'm kinda hungry." They agreed, and walked her down the steps. She hobbled to the kitchen and down the hall, not realizing what she was about to run into.
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It was an accident, really. Seeiah and Marisol had gone shopping, Zoe and Psymon were in the game room, Moby, JP, and Luther were watching television in the living room, Brodi was up on the roof, and Mac was in his room playing FFX, with Kaori cheering him on while she drew.
Notice anyone missing from the above list?
Eddie? Bing-o, you got it. Elise didn't see him until they had successfully rammed right into each other, and they fell back.
"Ow…" Elise moaned, trying not to move since her leg was in enough pain. Eddie's eyes widened, and she almost smiled at his innocent look filled with apologies.
"Sorry! Oh my God, Elise I didn't see you I swear…" He helped her up carefully, and she raised an eyebrow, a hint of pain still spread across her features.
"You better not let your girlfriend hear you talking like that, I don't think she understands what "compassion" means." He looked down, then back up.
"Elise…I'm sorry about your ankle, I didn't mean to push you so hard the other day." She shrugged.
"It happens." She walked--wobbled-- towards the kitchen, and he helped her after a minute. She pulled away and turned to look at him. "I don't think you're comprehending the enemy thing your girlfriend's telling you to follow. I can draw pictures if it helps you understand." She pointed to him. "You." Her finger moved towards herself now. "Hate me. That's how it works, you better give up this "Sorry Sorry Sorry" thing."
"Elise this isn't what I wan--"
"It isn't what you want anymore, Eddie. She treats you like a dog and you take it from her! And that's supposed to be what you want! If you think I'm going to keep my respect for you while you let her do that, you're wrong." She paused a half a second. "...No, that's not it. If you think I can be your friend and not succeed in ramming my size seven-and-a-half foot up her big ass for what she's doing, you're wrong. Now, I'm going to guess you want the bitchy Latin woman and not the bitchy Canadian one, and that is your choice, somewhere inside of you I know that you know I'd never take that from you, but just so you know, I'm not going to be the one who picks up the pieces if it ends in flames." She breathed in, not realizing the true meaning of all those words yet.
"El--" Eddie started.
"No, Eddie. It's done. End of conversation. We shouldn't even be talking, she'd pop a vein." They looked up as the front door slammed, signaling Seeiah and Marisol's returns, and Elise watched Eddie walk out quickly. She shook her head and returned to making herself dinner.
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"I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS… STUPID GAME I HATE IT…UGH…" Mac screamed at the television, and Kaori couldn't help but laugh.
"You had plenty of Phoenix Down to use, why didn't you?"
"Cos if you use it up, you won't have any when you need it."
"Unhuh." She giggled again. "I think you needed it." She put down the pen she had been inking the lines of her picture with and blew on it so it would dry quicker. Mac crawled over from his spot in front of the TV next to the bed, where she was laying and sketching random things.
"What're you drawing?"
"It's Marisol, Eddie, and Elise." She smiled innocently. "I couldn't help myself, it's been on my mind so much, I just wanted to see which looked better." A manga Eddie stared up at them from the paper, looking confused as a Marisol hung on to his side and a manga Elise stood off to the side.
"Wonder what made everything go ka-boom with them." He said, after a minute of looking it over.
"Eddie thinks he wants Marisol. Eddie knows he wants Elise too. He can't have both." She shrugged, and he flipped one of her pigtails up.
"Thank God I'm not Eddie. I'd rather be me." She smiled at him.
"I'd rather have you be you too."
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Marisol spun around in the fifth outfit she had put on now, and Eddie nodded, offering a smile.
"I like it."
"Really? Me too, I like how it..." Marisol was talking, Eddie knew, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about his previous encounter with Elise. She had spoken openly, the first time in a long time. Concerned about him, worried about how she was treating him. She used to be like that when he had first started going out with Marisol. But most important, she had forgiven him. "It happens" were her exact words. But it never happened before, and he wanted to kick himself for it. He'd hurt her again, too, running right into her and putting her in more pain.
"...Eddie? Are you listening?" She blinked, somehow in a different outfit. He hadn't even seen her go and change.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I just got lost in thought a minute there." She frowned, but finished showing him all the clothes and accessories she got before going to talk to Seeiah.
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"She has him feeling guilty, I know it. Everytime I look at him, he has that look. Every time I talk to him, he doesn't listen, he just looks like he's somewhere else and can't hear you." She paced back and forth, and Seeiah swallowed the ice cream that was in her mouth before looking up, since Marisol was making her nauseous.
"It's human for him to feel sorry, Mar. He's just not used to hurting her, is all." She thought of a way to approach this while Marisol started up again.
"Well he'll need to get used to it. I'm not gonna stand for them being friends like they were." Seeiah shook her head and stabbed her ice cream with her spoon.
"Marisol... Why are you doing this to them?" Marisol opened her mouth to protest but Seeiah cut her off. "Tell me the truth, how do you really feel about Eddie?"
"Eddie's a great guy! ..." She hesitated.
"But he isn't who you want. And you're using him to get Elise and JP jealous. Am I right?" Marisol nodded slowly, not looking at her friend. "Wrrrrroooooooong approach. Deal with JP your own way, or so many people are going to get hurt." Marisol shrugged.
"Just another day or so." she walked out, leaving Seeiah alone in her room, shaking her head. "Sometimes I wonder if she has any sense in that head of hers."
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Mucho thanks to Peppermint Schnapps for the wakeup call on Elise's nationality... I mean... I knew, but... Sometimes when you're typing you just slip up, yanno? So... it's fixed. Sorry for the small typoish thing... *coughs* I really need to find me a beta reader... or something.
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It was eight o'clock at night when Elise woke up. 'So much for a small nap...' She thought. She sat in bed a minute, staring at the ceiling and just thinking nonsense thoughts while the grogginess left her body. It finally clicked in her head that the noise from outside was Zoe and Psymon, talking in muffled tones. She stood up (without the help of a crutch, thankyouverymuch!) and walked over slowly and carefully to put her ear against the wall.
"...but I dunno, I don't really like it, Psy." Zoe was saying.
"He did seem less twerp-ish before they were together." Psymon agreed, and Elise blinked. Did everyone feel like they had to voice their opinions about Eddie and Marisol right outside her room? She shivered a bit when she thought about the couple, and a feeling in the pit of her stomach, like ice, spread throughout her body. Closing her eyes, she willed it away. Elise wasn't one to get weepy, and though she had a day before, she usually kept her cool.
But this was different. He was her friend, she had thought, anyway. Was he just pretending to be her friend the whole time so he could do this? She shook her head, removing the thought entirely from her mind. Eddie had been great. Funny, gentlemanly, always willing to teach her something new---always beaming when she ASKED him to teach her how to do something like him. They used to talk for hours on end, having debates filled with ridiculous banter, arguing about whether or not Oreos should have chocolate filling... . Elise shook her head once more. Back then they could fight all they wanted, scream nasty things and each other, and as they glared at each other, couldn't keep a straight face. Every single time they had fought, it always ended the same way. One time like this had been right before he fell for Marisol.
*"Elise, you stupid, dirty bitch!" they both snickered, and then she glared once more.
"You shouldn't talk, manwhore!" A second of silence, before they burst out laughing and trying to keep each other from falling to the ground.*
But the whispers outside weren't that of her and Eddie, and she snapped back to reality.
"What is she trying to prove?" Zoe's voice floated in, sounding slightly concerned.
"She's trying to prove to that she has a better wardrobe than Elise." Psymon's light tone made Elise smirk, and she walked over to the door before opening it and walking out. She blinked a few times, trying to look slightly tired.
"Hey Lise, have a nice nap there?" Zoe smiled, trying to look like she wasn't just talking about her.
"Yeah..." She nodded. "But, uh, can you guys help me downstairs? I'm kinda hungry." They agreed, and walked her down the steps. She hobbled to the kitchen and down the hall, not realizing what she was about to run into.
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It was an accident, really. Seeiah and Marisol had gone shopping, Zoe and Psymon were in the game room, Moby, JP, and Luther were watching television in the living room, Brodi was up on the roof, and Mac was in his room playing FFX, with Kaori cheering him on while she drew.
Notice anyone missing from the above list?
Eddie? Bing-o, you got it. Elise didn't see him until they had successfully rammed right into each other, and they fell back.
"Ow…" Elise moaned, trying not to move since her leg was in enough pain. Eddie's eyes widened, and she almost smiled at his innocent look filled with apologies.
"Sorry! Oh my God, Elise I didn't see you I swear…" He helped her up carefully, and she raised an eyebrow, a hint of pain still spread across her features.
"You better not let your girlfriend hear you talking like that, I don't think she understands what "compassion" means." He looked down, then back up.
"Elise…I'm sorry about your ankle, I didn't mean to push you so hard the other day." She shrugged.
"It happens." She walked--wobbled-- towards the kitchen, and he helped her after a minute. She pulled away and turned to look at him. "I don't think you're comprehending the enemy thing your girlfriend's telling you to follow. I can draw pictures if it helps you understand." She pointed to him. "You." Her finger moved towards herself now. "Hate me. That's how it works, you better give up this "Sorry Sorry Sorry" thing."
"Elise this isn't what I wan--"
"It isn't what you want anymore, Eddie. She treats you like a dog and you take it from her! And that's supposed to be what you want! If you think I'm going to keep my respect for you while you let her do that, you're wrong." She paused a half a second. "...No, that's not it. If you think I can be your friend and not succeed in ramming my size seven-and-a-half foot up her big ass for what she's doing, you're wrong. Now, I'm going to guess you want the bitchy Latin woman and not the bitchy Canadian one, and that is your choice, somewhere inside of you I know that you know I'd never take that from you, but just so you know, I'm not going to be the one who picks up the pieces if it ends in flames." She breathed in, not realizing the true meaning of all those words yet.
"El--" Eddie started.
"No, Eddie. It's done. End of conversation. We shouldn't even be talking, she'd pop a vein." They looked up as the front door slammed, signaling Seeiah and Marisol's returns, and Elise watched Eddie walk out quickly. She shook her head and returned to making herself dinner.
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"I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS… STUPID GAME I HATE IT…UGH…" Mac screamed at the television, and Kaori couldn't help but laugh.
"You had plenty of Phoenix Down to use, why didn't you?"
"Cos if you use it up, you won't have any when you need it."
"Unhuh." She giggled again. "I think you needed it." She put down the pen she had been inking the lines of her picture with and blew on it so it would dry quicker. Mac crawled over from his spot in front of the TV next to the bed, where she was laying and sketching random things.
"What're you drawing?"
"It's Marisol, Eddie, and Elise." She smiled innocently. "I couldn't help myself, it's been on my mind so much, I just wanted to see which looked better." A manga Eddie stared up at them from the paper, looking confused as a Marisol hung on to his side and a manga Elise stood off to the side.
"Wonder what made everything go ka-boom with them." He said, after a minute of looking it over.
"Eddie thinks he wants Marisol. Eddie knows he wants Elise too. He can't have both." She shrugged, and he flipped one of her pigtails up.
"Thank God I'm not Eddie. I'd rather be me." She smiled at him.
"I'd rather have you be you too."
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Marisol spun around in the fifth outfit she had put on now, and Eddie nodded, offering a smile.
"I like it."
"Really? Me too, I like how it..." Marisol was talking, Eddie knew, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about his previous encounter with Elise. She had spoken openly, the first time in a long time. Concerned about him, worried about how she was treating him. She used to be like that when he had first started going out with Marisol. But most important, she had forgiven him. "It happens" were her exact words. But it never happened before, and he wanted to kick himself for it. He'd hurt her again, too, running right into her and putting her in more pain.
"...Eddie? Are you listening?" She blinked, somehow in a different outfit. He hadn't even seen her go and change.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I just got lost in thought a minute there." She frowned, but finished showing him all the clothes and accessories she got before going to talk to Seeiah.
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"She has him feeling guilty, I know it. Everytime I look at him, he has that look. Every time I talk to him, he doesn't listen, he just looks like he's somewhere else and can't hear you." She paced back and forth, and Seeiah swallowed the ice cream that was in her mouth before looking up, since Marisol was making her nauseous.
"It's human for him to feel sorry, Mar. He's just not used to hurting her, is all." She thought of a way to approach this while Marisol started up again.
"Well he'll need to get used to it. I'm not gonna stand for them being friends like they were." Seeiah shook her head and stabbed her ice cream with her spoon.
"Marisol... Why are you doing this to them?" Marisol opened her mouth to protest but Seeiah cut her off. "Tell me the truth, how do you really feel about Eddie?"
"Eddie's a great guy! ..." She hesitated.
"But he isn't who you want. And you're using him to get Elise and JP jealous. Am I right?" Marisol nodded slowly, not looking at her friend. "Wrrrrroooooooong approach. Deal with JP your own way, or so many people are going to get hurt." Marisol shrugged.
"Just another day or so." she walked out, leaving Seeiah alone in her room, shaking her head. "Sometimes I wonder if she has any sense in that head of hers."
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