A/N: Yay! New chapter! Lol, please review!
Marco and Ellie drove home together to the apartment where he and Dylan lived together. They were talking constantly about wedding plans and it was beginning to drive Ellie crazy.
"Please, Marco, it makes the single life painful! Not another word?" she begged, throwing herself down at the table.
"Ah, is he talking about the wedding?" Dylan asked, entering the room. He kissed his boyfriend in greeting and moved further into the kitchen.
"Oh, well, you're no better!" Ellie stated, "All this hugging and kissing and—"
"El," Marco interrupted, "Get a boyfriend," he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, right," laughed Dylan, joining them at the table with his arm around Marco, "We'll take her shopping for one tomorrow. Honestly, we can't just find her one,"
"Well," Marco began practically, "It's easier because she's straight. It's not like we have to walk up to every girl saying, 'what's your sexuality?'"
"Guys!" Ellie broke in. "Seriously, just…stop! I do NOT need a boyfriend. I know this is hard for you two to believe, but I like being single,"
Marco rolled his eyes, "Well, you only say that because you are,"
Ellie knew that Marco and Dylan were happy together, and she did want that. She just didn't believe in searching for it. She felt that if the right guy was out there for her, she'd find him, or preferably, he'd find her. That way, she wouldn't have to do any of the work.
Ellie and Paige had decided….well, Paige had decided, and Ellie went along with the idea, that in order for their "friendship" to grow, they had to hang out together. So far, there had been a peaceful, yet, slightly awkward silence between them.
Paige threw in the first words she could fine. "So…am I allowed to call you Ellie, or is it Eleanor?" she asked curiously.
Ellie threw her the dirtiest look she could muster, "No one, I repeat, no one calls me Eleanor,"
"So, I gather it's Ellie, then?"
Ellie sighed, "Yes,"
"So, Ellie, what do you think of Marco's marriage?" she asked, trying to find a safe topic.
"Well," she said, cautiously, "I think it's great. I mean, he's twenty three now and he's been with Dylan since sixteen. They had their huge break up and problems along the way, but I think they can make it,"
"It feels unreal, doesn't it?" Paige inquired, finally taking her seat at The Dot,"
Ellie followed, "Absolutely,"
"Can I get you girls anything?" asked the pretty waitress. Paige guessed she was about seventeen.
"Uh, yeah, thanks….just water for me," said Paige, not thinking a bit.
Ellie rolled her eyes, "I'll have…hey, can you bring me the most sugary soda drink you have?" she laughed.
"Uh, well, I'll try," she said, confused.
"Please do, thanks, two,"
The waitress left, obviously finding the girls' behaviors very strange.
"Two, Ellie?" asked Paige.
"Water, Paige?" she questioned right back. "You're having my second drink. That's why I bought it!"
"No," Paige shook her head, squeezing her stomach. "Eww, I need to lose weight,"
Ellie looked appalled, "Lose another pound, Michalchuk, and you will lose your life. If anything, you need to gain,"
"No, I'm fat, Eleanor," Paige began to get dramatic again, and Ellie did NOT want to put up with it.
"You're so not," said the waitress, putting down their drinks.
Ellie smirked, "Thank you,"
"No problem," smiled the waitress. "Anything else?"
"No, thanks," Paige sneered.
She walked away with a slight frown at Paige's rudeness. Paige took a sip of water and pushed the murderous, stomach expanding, teeth-killing, soda aside.
"See, maybe this is why we aren't friends," Ellie said, obviously enjoying the liquid as it slowly rotted her teeth away. "You're sort of pathetic and you don't take risks,"
"Risks? Ellie, I would willingly jump out of an airplane,"
"And yet, a soda's too much for you?" she argued, laughing.
"Alright, know what? Fine!" she grabbed her soda, and drank about a quarter in ten seconds, sighing as she pushed it away.
"That was good," she smiled.
"Let's get out of here," Ellie left money on the table.
"That's it?" she asked, bewildered, "We're just leaving?"
Ellie sighed, "Fine, come with me," she grabbed Paige's hand and puller her into the cold.
"Eleanor Nash, I am not standing out here in this weather. Hello! November mean anything to you?" she shouted angrily.
Ellie smiled that oh-so contagious, yet no so frequent, smile of hers and Paige found her cold exterior melting.
"I offer my body heat," she said, still holding back the smile. Paige smiled, moving closer.
"Okay,"
She leaned into Ellie's sweet embrace, wondering why it embarrassed her so much. She was hugging a new friend. It was NOT a big deal at all. Something about Ellie made her feel…inferior, though.
Hell, Ellie was far from perfect. Paige knew that. And Paige was the closest, in anyone's eyes, to achieving perfection. Paige usually felt it too, but there in Ellie's arms, she felt weak. She felt like Ellie could do anything to her and she would not refuse. She felt…
She felt weird, and she didn't like it. She stepped away from the comfort and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Want to go see Marco?" Paige suggested, finding a common activity they had.
She nodded, "Sure,"
They arrived at the apartment, knocking loudly and waiting quite patiently for someone to open the door. Voices were heard behind it. Ellie and Paige gave each other a look.
A few seconds later, the door was opened to reveal a topless Dylan.
"Uh…wanna come in?" he asked a tad breathlessly.
Neither girl answered. They just walked in.
"Umm," Paige looked around, "Where's Marco?" She asked curiously.
"Umm," Dylan replied, rubbing the back of his neck, "Shower,"
She took a look at Dylan's face and decided, she really didn't want to know.
A little while later, Marco made his appearance and sat down on the chair with Dylan, half on the chair, and half on his boyfriend's lap.
"So, what brings you two here," he asked twisting the ring around on his finger.
"Well," Ellie began, cautiously, "We were just spending time…Paige and me, and we thought we'd come see you,"
Marco raised his eyebrows, shocked, "You two were spending time together…without the use of force?"
"Don't look so surprised, hon," Paige said. "Besides, Ellie's a cool girl," she said sweetly.
Ellie was in shock, and moved closer to Paige, smiling, "So…I'm ready to be showered with wedding talk again,"
Dylan looked at her, confused, "I thought you hated when we talked about 'romance crap' as you dubbed it,"
"Well," she eyed Paige inconspicuously, "I might be starting to enjoy it,"
A/N: I know, this was a stupid chapter. It had to be written, though. Please review