[ Their knees are touching. Maybe it's Romero's weed kicking in, but she feels so incredibly aware of it, the thin layer of her long skirt and his black denim the only things separating skin on skin contact. It's distracting her enough from the laptop that she should pull away, but the tingle-thrill of it stops her, so instead she just keeps forgetting where she is in a string or typing the wrong number, stupid little mistakes that Elliot must be able to notice if he looks at her screen at all.
They're on the roof of her apartment block. She works up here a lot if she isn't at the fun-fun-fun-society building, because she lives with about six other people squeezed into two bedrooms, and there's never any privacy anywhere. Privacy is important to Trenton, little walled places within herself where she can plant secret gardens.
One of those is growing a crush, little pink buds slowly blooming. On both the Aldersons, really. Darlene is rough and raucous, always on the edge of a car crash but still so in control of the wheel. That captivates Trenton because she doesn't understand it. Elliot is the opposite, self-contained and quiet and in control of nothing and angry about it. Just like her.
Thinking of him causes her to glance across at his profile, the square of his jaw, and smile a little. She offers the joint over before she can get caught staring, sweet smoke curling hazily between them, blue in the light of their laptop screens. ]
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They're on the roof of her apartment block. She works up here a lot if she isn't at the fun-fun-fun-society building, because she lives with about six other people squeezed into two bedrooms, and there's never any privacy anywhere. Privacy is important to Trenton, little walled places within herself where she can plant secret gardens.
One of those is growing a crush, little pink buds slowly blooming. On both the Aldersons, really. Darlene is rough and raucous, always on the edge of a car crash but still so in control of the wheel. That captivates Trenton because she doesn't understand it. Elliot is the opposite, self-contained and quiet and in control of nothing and angry about it. Just like her.
Thinking of him causes her to glance across at his profile, the square of his jaw, and smile a little. She offers the joint over before she can get caught staring, sweet smoke curling hazily between them, blue in the light of their laptop screens. ]