hello! this set of writing explores elliot's character, a boy we see in only one episode, but he's shown to be a player, a liar and an all-around rather unlikable individual. yet, he's also an individual who gets mistaken for danny phantom by the government, and that's got potential for development that we didn't see in canon. this one shot collection will be loosely interconnected, and will be updated as i discover more about elliot along the way. meanwhile, i hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading! :)

He slid a palm along the firm flesh above her hips and pressed his legs against hers, crowding her close against the wall, but he cupped the back of her neck with a gentle hand, keeping his lips on hers slow, tender. Girls like her loved being treasured. True to her nature, she gripped his arms and deepened their kiss, arching her chest into his.

In their proximity, the warmth of her body permeated through her fitting clothes, the rosy scent of her hair filling his lungs and her breathing figure slotting comfortably into his arms.

It was heavenly. The Valentine's gift paid off, a distracted part of him thought, his hand exploring the curves of her waist. Worth every dollar, that dumb bouquet-

The girl pulled away, slender fingers digging into his forearms surprisingly tightly, like blunt little claws.

"Hey," he murmured, thumb stroking her jaw as he leaned back in.

"Wait," she said. Her dark eyes watched him. "We're going a bit fast, I think."

Parting his hands from her skin, he took a step back. Her shoulders relaxed and he tilted his head. "I thought we weren't." When she pursed her gloss-smeared lips, he took her hands in his and said, sincerely, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but really, I thought we weren't."

A humph escaped her. "You know," she said, voice stilted, though she stayed where she was, "some people warned me about you."

That threw him for a loop. "What? Who?"

"Elliot Gregory," she continued, her tone sharper than before, "watch out for him. He gets around plenty."

A quick review of his memory of their past week together told him nothing about what he might have done, what could have brought this on. "I don't know why they said-"

"Weird." She slid out from between him and the wall, tugging herself out of his grasp. His fingers curled in the sudden chill of the classroom. "The first thing you asked was who."

No defense leapt to his mind.

"Are you sure you don't know why they're saying all these things about you?" she asked. There was a bite to her statement, though he could no longer tell if they were meant to be sarcastic.

"'course not," he said instead, but when her thin brows furrowed he knew he had been too hasty. "Listen, babe. I like you. I like you a lot." No response. He tried again, the words tumbling out from between his lips before he could give them thought. "Whatever the others say, I'm better than that, I promise."

"Wow."

Christ. "What?"

"I saw into your ex the other day."

His mind whirred with the different scenarios. Which one? he didn't say. How do you know her?

"I talked to her. She told me that you-" A glare. "-told her the exact same thing."

"She talks about people behind my back," he said. Linda, I bet. Or Jamaica? He realized it didn't matter. "I know her."

Contrary to what he had hoped, the girl's shoulders slumped and she breathed as if it was difficult for her to do so, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. "I can't believe it. I really wanted you to be different. I thought-" She heaved a sigh, wiping at her mouth harshly. "I don't know. But the more time I spend around you, I'm… I'm just not feeling this anymore, okay?"

"Wait, babe-" he started, but she had already turned away, long legs taking her across the classroom towards the door. Once she slipped out, it shut with a bang and a shake to its frame, and the silver of light that had spilled from the hallway disappeared. It left him in the dark.

"Man, what a pain." He slumped against the wall, glad for its solidity against his back. Where had things gone wrong? Bumping into one of his ex-girlfriends had tipped her off, and he realized not only had he read her wrong, but he hadn't planned this well at all.

Next time, he thought.

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The following week, he caught sight of the girl in the cafeteria out of the corners of his eyes. Sitting with her friends at a table, their heads turned towards him, though what expressions they wore- he couldn't give a damn.

Clinging to his arm, a pretty freshman craned her neck to steal a glance at the girls. "That the crazy ex you were talking about?"

"Yeah. Hey, wanna come over to my place today?"

Her skin, on his, was warm.