we're ever so shy;; trace

[elena m. platt]

LETS GET WASTED

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"oh, definitely. i'd love to hang out sometime. but i've got to go- my friend just fell. i'll talk to you soon, yeah?"

[/color] the slim blonde girl smiled at the complete stranger, while watching the familiar figure of her friend grin at her over the strangers shoulder. smiling as the stranger nodded and yelled something about getting in touch, elena platt walked away from him and towards the tall, dark figure of trace carter. "you're a complete ass, and i hate you. now he thinks i'm actually interested in him. you owe me."[/color] she accused him, while pulling down her dress that she'd borrowed off her dorm-mate. she had to say, this was not her thing. clubbing. for the better part of the her teenaged years, ellie was awkward, gawky, and to put it just plain and straight, ugly. boys wouldn't have even looked her way twice up until last year. she wouldn't have expected them to look at her either. she was, after all, nothing special. and girls that were nothing special were designed to stay inside and away, hidden away from the places that were designed for attractive guys to pick up attractive girls. she felt as though she was defying the natural order of things by being here, and was pretty much drawing a massive target for god or something to strike her down. and she felt uncomfortable. there were just so many things wrong with this. her dress was so short she was sure that if she bent down she'd be flashing her knickers to the world. her heels were so high she was wondering how she was managing to even stand up in this place. her hair was stiff from all the styling product that had been applied, her eyelashes 'sky high'. she was wondering how some girls did this every single weekend, because to her, this was not fun. especially since trace was showing absolutely no remorse for the humiliation he had caused her. instead, it looked as though he was entirely amused. you could never be sure with him though. honestly, the things you did for friends.

elena had known trace for probably the latter half of her hogwarts years. although they were only a year apart at hogwarts, he was in a different house and was entirely different too her. where elena was awkward, quiet, and a little shy, trace was loud, irresponsible, confident. it was no surprise that they didn't cross paths immediately, and elena would be the first to admit that she was surprised when they did become friends, but it was fast and cemented quick. she almost, in some ways, regarded him as an older brother. not the cool kind, though. the annoying kind that would make their younger siblings do all sorts of shit that he knew they didn't really want to do. for trace, the equivalent of getting ellie to empty the dishwasher or something was the equivalent of getting her to talk to strangers. or climb trees and drop out. or, well, any of the things that he did that he often encouraged her to do with him. and despite the almost constant complaints and 'i hate yous' she delievered to him through these ordeals, she had to admit though, being able to do some of the things he did made her feel braver and more confident, and she could totally see why he lived the lifestyle he did. the adrenhilin? amazing. and while sometimes she looked at him and couldn't fathom as to why she was friends with him, she was glad she was. her life would be particularly boring without him.

now looking him directly in the eyes waiting for directions on what they were doing next, and wondering what he was now scheming up (because, lets face it. this was trace and trace was always thinking up some new plan that would leave ellie wondering whether or not this was a dream), elena couldn't help but let her mind wander. she began thinking about sawyer, and their night last night. while she was aware that their 'relationship' of sorts was about as casual as it could get, and a secret as well, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to him when she got a free moment, nor could she stop himself from staring at him in the lectures, often ignoring his words and taking everything else in. she couldn't help but wonder what he was doing now... and although she knew it was highly unlikely and almost impossible, she wondered if he was thinking about her too. her mind very quickly stepped away from these thoughts as she noticed trace's mouth was moving, and he was obviously talking to her about something. suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings again and feeling some guys hand move over her ass, she was suddenly very focused. and annoyed. "what was that? i was too busy getting molested."[/color] ellie shouted out to trace, having to yell over the music to be heard. clubbing was so much hard work. why he couldn't have just strapped her to a trolley and be done with his 'new experiences' bit for the day was beyond her. but, whatever it was he was, or wasn't, planning, ellie was sure it was going to be fun. at least, in the long run. one day, she'd look back and laugh at it. one day.

we're so stupid.

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traaaace/kori | outfit here | lyrics to general fiasco with ever so shy | merp sorry it's lame and short and crappy. | 900 words

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