𝐊𝐉Æ𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄! 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐦

𝐱𝐢𝐱.

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- SØNDAG [ 20:32 ] -
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Elisia stood by William, clutching on to said boys' arm, a solemn expression on her face as she watched Chris engaged in a conversation with a girl across the courtyard.

When Elisia, William, and Noah had arrived at the park together at which the tree lighting would be held, her breath had hitched in her throat as she saw Chris standing by the food table, a cup of red punch in hand.

From that moment on, Elisia found she felt way better taking station attached to William's arm.

"Should I go talk to him?" She questioned aloud.

"I don't know." William began looking at the girl before he lifted his head to scour around for Noora. "But I do know that you're really throwing off my game being attatched to my arm like that and all." William spoke trying to free his arm from her grasp.

"But William," the girl lets out a whine before he sends her a brotherly look, the girl in return scoffing and removing her arm from his grasp, him walking off, leaving her solely alone.

Elisia looked around, finding Aleksander and Isak laughing at some unknown thing, Eva and Noora hunched over the phone. Noah's arm rested around Clove's shoulders; as William talked with a few penetrator boys all causing Elisia to sigh. There was no one to preoccupy herself with.

Turning to her phone, she began scrolling through her Instagram feed. She was screwed.

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- SØNDAG [ 21:47 ] -
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Elisia understood why she didn't go to too many parties. Mostly because they'd end up like this. Her sitting down on a bench, alone, her friends preoccupied with others significant people in their lives leaving her to indulge in the homeliness of her phone.

Standing to find something to drink, Elisia neared the snack table.

Figuring the punch bowl had been spiked, she decided against having that, pulling herself a blue cup as she unscrewed the lemonade cap, pouring the yellow substance into the plastic cup and beginning to lean on the table. She'd taken the persona of one of the outcasts who'd stand by the punch bowl in solitude at a party, like from out of the 90's movies, while she stared down at her phone.

Glancing up, she noticed Chris. He looked uninterested with the girl he was talking to before he noticed her gaze, catching her eye. Tilting his head up, he winked at her.

Chris wasn't focused on the conversation he was having with the blonde in front of him. The blonde most likely wanted to talk him up so they could hook up later, but honestly, he wasn't invested in that ideal anymore.

Now that there was only one girl on his mind - he still was trying to muster up the balls to ask her out again, but he knew she liked him back - he didn't need to try and hide away from being caught by wanting to be in a committed relationship. Sure, he was slightly intimidated by having a committed person that felt for him - problems with his parents sometimes caused him to have a traumatic experience with others - as long as it was Elisia, he knew he didn't need to be that intimidated.

Looking away from the girl, slightly nodding so she wouldn't catch on that he didn't necessarily care at the moment (most likely not even in any moment) he scoured the crowd for the brunette he really wanted to talk to.

Tonight was the night. He thought to himself. He'd spent the past week preparing for now, readying himself for what he'd planned to do. And hopefully, he wouldn't lose his burst of confidence and end up backing out of the whole ordeal.