![]() "Why won't you talk to me, Elle?" Octavio pouted. "Te extrañe Elliott!" He started to cry slightly, and Elliott awkwardly tried sitting up, rubbing his eyes. "ELLIOTT?!" Octavio lunges towards Elliott, who falls onto the ground, and Elliott looks away, turning a bright cherry, red. Once they saw face-to-face, they both stammered backwards. He looks down at him, not able to tell who he was due to his long hair falling on top of his despaired face. As he knocks, and knocks, hours disappear until it's 11:00 P.M.Ī man walking nearby with a bartender apron approaches Octavio. He sat along against the wall, every minute or so, knocking the door, so gently, so nervous, he couldn't hear himself knocking. "Elliott?" He whispered, knocking on the door ever so daintily and scared, like not trying to disturb a bear during hibernation. It was an inside joke between Elliott and Octavio. While he walks up the stairs, he stops and thinks: He approaches a slightly shady building, a apartment complex, and turns the knob. He walks into a bright, sun-filled neighborhood, with kids playing on the streets, and dogs running after balls. By passers on the street stared at the stressed man oddly. Why isn't Elliott responding? He has absolutely no reason to ignore me!" He yelled. He was sick of this, so, he put on his sweatpants, a loose tank top, and heads out the door. Octavio laid on his bed, stalking both Elliot and Ajay's social media's.
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