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Break. What exactly did that word mean? Were they still technically "boyfriend/girlfriend?" Were they dating other people, or just not dating each other? Could Ellie really kiss Craig at midnight, or would that be considered a skanky thing to do? After all, she certainly didn't want to pull a Manny and move in on a guy whose availability was questionable. For all she knew the two of them could hook back up on New Year's Day, and she didn't want to do anything she might regret later.
But then again, she couldn't say she was particularly surprised by their "trial separation. " Craig and Manny seemed to have a nasty habit of being temporarily infatuated with one another, followed by the inevitable destruction of whatever sort of relationship they were in at the time. For instance, they were all "butterflies in the stomach" for their first date way back when, but Craig was sick of her immaturity before they could have a second. Then they were all for screwing the night of Paige's surprise party, but afterwards Craig went running back to Ashley was soon as she would have him. And remember their perfect secret love affair? Yeah, that ended well. And not to seem redundant, but weren't they all ready for a "happy family" when Manny was pregnant? But once the baby was out of the picture, so were they. So it only seemed natural that they wouldn't last long this time around either, the poor things just couldn't help it.
With these thoughts bombarding her already frazzled brain, Ellie emitted a groan of aggravation as she pulled the black lace top she had just put on right back over her head and threw it on the ground along with the others.
Stupid Manny, for making crushing on your best friend's ex even more complicated than it already was. Stupid Craig for making her all giggly and girly and weak in the knees whenever he glanced in her direction. And stupid her for letting a stupid boy mess with her that way!
And good Lord, why the hell had she ever bought that god-awful skirt! She snarled to herself, yanking the horrid thing off and hurling it wrathfully across her bedroom.
And stupid Marco, for making this party back and white attire only. Originally he had wanted to make it all-white, with silver accessories (who did he think he was, fucking P. Diddy?) but he knew that stipulation would send his already resistant bosom buddy over the edge and away from the party. Ellie Nash, dazzling the crowd in a designer white party frock, can we act real for one second here people? But there she was, trying on and discarding outfits like your stereotypical teenage girl with her panties in a twist over some pimply high school horndog.
This certainly wasn't her.
Ellie Nash didn't care what the rest of the population thought about her, especially when her style of clothing was concerned, so why did she give a fuck now? And how come she had back at the wedding gig? (Seriously, a dress? Who the hell was she kidding!) And how come she cared tonight? How come this boy MADE her care?
Sinking miserably down to the floor, Ellie was all set to have herself one royal first-class pity party, when an odd sound from downstairs caught her attention.
It was strangely familiar and comforting, like a friend she had once been used to and had taken for granted, but had lost contact with over the years. It was a laugh. Her mother's laugh, and not the low, sarcastic chuckle she gave when she was ripped out of her mind either. It was high and bubbly, loud but not to the point of being false, just the sweet, clear, genuine laugh that had once belonged to her Mom. And there it was again, followed by a string of indistinguishable conversation. She was talking to someone on the phone, but who? Sneaking out of her room much like she had at her old home all those nights so many years ago, Ellie crouched down at the top of the staircase hoping to gain a bit more information about the mystery person making her Mom laugh. Soon, her mother's voice drifted towards her as she walked out of the kitchen, phone to her ear and a long-lost smile adorning her prematurely-aged face.
"Oh, of course I'm looking forward to it Louise! I've missed our New Year's Eve parties dearly since we moved, and I think it's about time we all got together again! Well, almost all of us of course," she faltered, thoughts briefly returning to her husband and his current location. The lapse was only momentary, though, as she shook her head and took back up the discussion at hand. "Why doesn't everyone get here around nine-ish, we can serve dinner and have a few drinks. What? Oh no, I doubt Ellie will be home, I'm sure her and her little friends will be out causing some kind of trouble tonight. Well I can't wait to see you either, Good-bye! "
A party, eh? At their house, without even a drunk Dad to restrain her even more intoxicated Mother? Maybe Ellie would have to re-think her plans for the night.
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