As I cleaned the dishes later that night, Elliot stumbled through the door, shoulders slumped and head hanging low. Blue basketball shorts hung off of his hips and a white wife beater clung to his torso. He set his keys on the countertop.
“Well you look exhausted.” I commented, turning the water off and washing my hands with a towel.
He nodded his head. “I went for a run. Haven’t done it in a while. So. Out of. Shape.” He said, gasping for breath.
I raised an eyebrow. “You, out of shape? No way.”
“Yeah, I only ran a seven minute mile.”
My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding. Only?”
His lips curl.ed “I’m so upset with myself. I’m never going to let it happen again.” I rolled my eyes in response. “So how was your girly time with Rosie?” He asked, plopping down onto the couch.
I looked at him with disgust. “Did you seriously just sit on our nice couch when you’re drenched in sweat?” He simply shrugged, so I groan. “It was really good, actually.”
“Aw, that’s just so darn great!” He teases. “Where is The Rosanator now?”
“She and Carson took Charlie for a walk.”
“Oh, okay.” He put his hands behind his head and leaned back. “Could you get me a glass of water please?”
“Do I look like your personal servant?”
“Yep.” He said, simply.
I walked over to him empty handed and put my hands on my hips, glaring.
“Okay okay, I’ll get it myself. Jeez.” He mumbled under his breathe as he got up.
“Lazy ass.” I mumbled back, sitting down at the table.
“What was that?” Elliot asked, grabbing the water pitcher out of the refrigerator.
“Nothing.” I stated innocently, checking my phone.
He poured himself a glass of water and sat across from me. “What?”
I sighed. “I called you lazy.”
“Lazy…”
“Ass.” I finished, feeling his gaze on me as I looked down at the table.
“Last I heard, running doesn’t make you lazy. Actually, I think it has the opposite affect…”
“Oh shut up.” I said, getting up. Why couldn’t he just let things go? People do it all the time. I was sure that he is just trying to embarrass me and make himself feel better. I hated it.
I walked towards my room, eyes heavy and limbs sore from a long day of use. I was so ready for sleep, welcoming my tiredness like a warm hug.
“Stella!” Elliot yelled, breaking me away from my stupor.
“What?” I asked him with attitude.
He jerked back at my harshness, and I felt myself soften. “I was just going to ask you how your first day went. I forgot to ask you earlier.”
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The Runaway
General FictionEstella "Etsy" Finn was always there for the people she loved. She supported her younger sister, spent time with her parents, and watched as all of her friends started their new lives away from home. She was stuck in her same routine, unhappy and...
