𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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THE SOUND OF a phone ringing is enough to make Ellie leap a foot out of her skin.
It's been this way for years. A phone rings, her heart speeds up, fear paralyzes her veins until she catches sight of the caller ID, she pretends she isn't on the verge of throwing up until the call is over. The cycle is neverending, the desire to chuck her phone from the sixth floor growing with the passing days, but she's familiar enough with the routine to negate fear long enough to check her screen.
Quinn.
"Hey-"
"I need a favor."
If only she could get paid every time she heard those words. Feeling a smile twitch at her lips Ellie unfolds her legs from beneath her, mentally preparing to hear either the most nonsense request or a question that makes her brain tired. She's never been one to judge, not even someone she considers a friend of a friend at best, but Quinn is a special variant of strange and unusual. "Mhm," she hums. "is this a 'play the role of distraction while I sneak out my ex' or 'run to that Chinese place down the road' kind of favor?"
"That was one time, thank you, and that Chinese place is closed on Fridays. I already checked."
Twice, though Ellie graciously doesn't rise to the opportunity to collect her well-deserved credit. "Right. So what is it?"
