-she rolls her eyes- God you look like a queen when you do that. I’d rather be pasty and goth than a sparkly vampire princess. -she grins a bit and shakes her head- Yeah I’m pretty sure Casper’s head isn’t just up Cobb’s ass if you know what I mean. Anyway, where have you been? Haven’t seen you ‘round here in a while.
Oh my gawd you noticed! I was trying to look more alluring for you. -snickers and winks; I aint no sparkly bitch ass vampire though. You see glitter anywhere on this flawless body ‘cause I certainly don’t. -lifts up his shirt for a few seconds and glances pointedly; But ugh Mac I wanted to pretend that shit didn’t exist. I don’t need to know any more about Cobb’s ass and Casper’s anything else. -shudders; I’ve just been around, you know? -shrugs;
Vampira is better than a Cullen, she’s badass. You’re right, I’m fucking amazing. Rusty isn’t the word for it, but I can’t think of anything else at the moment. How’s your keeper? I’m sure he’s been missing his little errand boy.
Well like I said, I’d rather hang by a rope until I’m dead than be a Cullen. I’m just basking in your Vampira glory, trying to be as pasty and goth as you. -grins; I don’t know where that guy is, though. Trying to crawl further up Cobb’s asshole maybe?
The snark is a family trait, besides I can’t be little miss sunshine all of the time El you’d get bored of me. -she smirks a bit- Insults are like my bread and butter of course. Although I’m a little rusty, sadly.
I don’t think me getting bored of you would ever become a problem, Mac, but alright. I seriously can’t believe you’d ever be rusty at snark, but if you want to practice you’ve always got me, Vampira.
I’m pretty sure I haven’t been closed off for that long for you to forget. Besides how could you? I am the Mackenzie Murray, aren’t I? -she smirks- A mercy killin’ eh? I’m not sure about that. Sounds like a pussy way out if you ask me.
Well it isn’t so hard to believe that I’d forget. Sometimes you can be sweet… When you want to. Though I much prefer this snarky side of you; insulting me all the time. What’s not to love? -he laughs; And if I’m a pussy for wanting to die rather than sparkle then so be it.
Excuse you, Edward. You’re paler than I am! Do you sparkle too?
Oh shit! I forgot this kitty’s got claws.
If I ever start to sparkle, just murder me with a chainsaw, yeah? It’d be a mercy killing.
Well shit, it feels like I haven’t seen the outdoors in forever. And it’s nighttime, great.
That explains why you’re skin’s so white, huh? Fuckin’ casper over here.
She stiffened at first, possibly because of the undying need to gulp in the oxygen around her to bring her down from the funny daze she had placed herself in. In retrospect she had no clue as to what this situation was going to turn out to be. It brought about a new direction in their lives but she wasn’t sure if she was going to veer onto the new path or not. Granted the paranoia she felt as the moment was suffocating but she managed to let her body slump just enough to wrap her arms around the boy and tighten her grip. She felt a sense of warmth surge throughout her small frame which only made her struggle to keep him in her arms further. The closeness that she felt opened her eyes a bit, removing the daze ever so slightly from the corners of her eyes- which had stopped tears but left the redness behind. In truth the moment that had passed pulled her into a one eighty spin to who knows where. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next which frightened her more than anything. It was hard to be the type of person to always keep people on her toes but when Elliot did this- as often as he did, it was something to lose breath or skip a heart beat over.
She swallowed hard, feeling as if she was trying to make whatever it was go down her throat with ease but that was hard to do so upon the situation. She had never been good with anything that involved feelings nor was Elliot which is why they got along and fought like hell when they were with the other. They had the same passion in aspects as to they loved and loved hard while doing whatever they could for the person no matter the circumstance or consequences afterward. It was the bases of their friendship and they lived by it for so long that it became a way of life.
The words hit her harder than expected even when they were merely a breathy sigh in her ear. Warm and sweet but the bitter sweetness you get from a sour candy. She was nervous, the kind of nervous where you could bite your nails down to its bud then chew on the cuticle. She licked her lips only to be pulled away from him to look into his eyes. Hers were huge, she could tell without looking into his own to reflect her surprised reaction. Love, they had said the word before but with the context of a friendship unlike any other. Sure, they were friends but the two never simply thought of it that way. Best friends? Yeah, but they were more than that. They kind of people who would do anything for each other- like previously stated, and maybe even die for one another. But not that bullshit Romeo and Juliet romantic dying where they knew each other for a few days and that was that. No, it was more than a friend or a family kind of love that never really bothered her until now. Things would change now that she knew this and coincidentally only a few days before Valentines day- what a cliche. She groaned at the thought, internally of course while keeping her face blank but she looked down and then back up at him again wondering why he was telling her this. It stirred inside of her, twisting and turning her inside out for him to see like he was pulling off more layers than she wanted him to. Yes, he had seen her at her bests and not so best but this was different, this was etching at her heart. “You..you what,” she sucked in a breath a little uneasy. She loved him, but in what way she wasn’t sure. He knew he meant the latter being the love love you see in movies and she couldn’t figure out what that meant to her at all. “I-..wow okay,” she stammered feeling like a fool. She had never felt this way before, weak and defenseless wasn’t her strong suit especially if she couldn’t find the words for it which hadn’t happened to her in knowing him. “You’re not bullshitting me..you aren’t..right?”
If asked later, Elliot wouldn’t be able to provide a coherent answer as to why he had decided to confes this particular bit of information to Mac at this specific point in time. He could say it was because Valentines Day was coming up and he was feeling the romantic tug at his heart, but anyone who knew the guy would know he probably hadn’t even been aware of the date. Elliot wasn’t the kind of person to get “side-tracked” by days, months, or years. To him everything just blurred together and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d even owned a calendar. Sure, he remembered things like Christmas, Halloween, and Mac’s birthday, but mostly because he really liked the holidays and that day was of special importance to the male. He never made a huge deal out of his friend’s birthday, though because he figured she preferred it that way. Of course he got her a gift each year and took her out, but it was never some big to-do. That just wasn’t them. And Valentines Day was definitely not them; a holiday Elliot usually forgot existed because it didn’t hold much meaning to him. And he would later on berate himself when he realized he’d confessed his love for Mac so close to the day. How sappy and awful, he’d tell himself, hoping he’d be excused and it wouldn’t color Mac’s opinion of him.
He was momentarily at a loss when Mac pulled into the hug, wrapping her arms around him so he’d stay close. The feeling was entirely surreal, something the male never really thought would be a reality. At least not under the current circumstances. And yet here they were, embracing. Elliot was going to take advantage of this as long as he could, but that didn’t mean he would go all soap opera on her. Elliot was still Elliot, in love or not so it should have come as no surprise when his mouth slowly turned up in a lopsided grin. He valued Mac’s friendship more than anything and knew that if he didn’t want things to become awkward when she gently let him down that he had to behave as if nothing would change. Yes, he’d just told her he loved her, but that didn’t mean he was going to become some lovesick puppy mooning over her. Hell, this whole situation came about from a heated discussion about Elliot’s apparent decision not to pine over Mac… sort of.
When she pulled back to speak, Elliot took in a breath quietly and held it for a while. He may have been acting like nothing would chsnge, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be the slightest bit disappointed or hurt if she totally blew him off. Sure he’d put on the face, but Elliot was certainly not bulletproof. Mac’s response wasn’t a blow off, but it still had the feeling of it and Elliot sighed through his nose, attempting to battle off the frustrated reaction which seemed almost automatic when it came to Mac. He cleared his throat and then spoke up. “Shit, Mac! Why would I make something like this up just to pull your leg?” His brows knit together as his expression flashed with just a bit of hurt that was swiftly masked after its initial apearance. “I wouldn’t bullshit you about this.” A few seconds earlier, the male had been all bravado kissing her out of the heat of an argument and now he felt a little too exposed, arms going a bit limp as his hands slid slowly down Mac’s own arms.
Elena almost flinched before she shrugged. “I am still normal. I just stared actually living in London and I guess that changed me a little.” The young woman chuckled somewhat bitterly before she looked at him. “What I was trying to say was that you can always make it up to them by untwisting their panties in a proper way so whatever you might mess up, undo the mess.”
Elliot was a little taken aback by her reaction to his joking and sobered some, nodding along to her explanation. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. Nothing wrong with being a little quirky.” The male smiled at her, tentatively, wondering if he’d accidentally said something wrong and set her off. After all, he didn’t really know Elena that well. “I think I’ll probably get chewed out, but overall I’ll live. Wont be able to lessen the blow no matter how much I try to fix the problem.” He gave a shrug, mouth pulling up on one side in a lopsided half-smile.
She scrunched her face and shook her head, feigning a hurt sigh and placing a hand over her heart, “Ouch Elliot, didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t saying better..well maybe I was but that isn’t the point.” She grinned lightly, nudging him and getting up to grab a bag of cheese balls, throwing it at him and raising and eyebrow, “You want a beer or somethin’?”
Elliot couldn’t help but laugh at the expression she made, finding it cute, but hoping she wasn’t exactly privy to this fact. “I know what you were saying. After all, I know you really well too.” He spoke matter-of-factly and slumped against the ratty couch that made its home in their “livingroom”, catching the bag of cheese balls deftly. “A beer would be great, Fox.” He winked at the girl as he responded to her question, shoving a hand into the bag to pull out a few of the cheese balls to examine them and dump them back in with seeming disinterest.
“And what makes you an expert on the topic?” He glancd at the other, his expression set to unamused because he just felt like being a ball-buster. Or maybe there was more to the low boil of animosity he felt toward Aiden. Yeah, there was probably more, but he wouldn’t bother acknowledging it.