Snippet #2644173

"Fine."

A squeal of delight burst out of Rebecca's mouth and she was very nearly grinning ear to ear, like a child who had just been let loose at Disneyland. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She happily squeaked, pressing her lips against his cheek without thinking.

As sultry and flirty as Bex could be, she also had a weird childishness to her. Always excited, constantly running at a million miles an hour. It seemed she had endless amounts of energy.

"I'll pay and treat you to something nice so you can buy more shit hipster bracelets later."

Elisa gave him a half hearted smile, knowing that the moment they stopped somewhere she was only going to disappoint him by ordering or buying something small...something normal people wouldn't consider a meal, but a snack or tiny appetizer. It was unlikely she'd eat all of it either. "I think you secretly like the hipster bracelet." She teased, sleep still in her voice. "Next thing you know, you're going to be growing a beard and wearing a flannel."

She wrapped her arms around his waist in a close little snuggle. "It's okay. I love you anyways, closet hipster." He was so warm next to her that she didn't want to let go, only doing so when they started to exit the vehicle. The air outside the car smelled different from the air at home - cleaner, crisper. It was evident that they were getting closer and closer to the beach, farther away from their city.

She lifted her arms up and stretched her muscles after sitting for those few hours, her shirt lifting slightly to show her stomach - far leaner than even tiny Rebecca's. She examined her surroundings, realizing that she had never been to this particular rest spot. "Oooh. I didn't know this place existed."

The smell of the food from all of the restaurants both enticed and repulsed Elisa, who was already getting palpitations at the idea of eating any amount of food in front of people.

Bex nearly rolled her eyes at Beck's glare, feeling as though he was too tightly wound. It wasn't that she didn't care or that she wanted to encourage her friend. She was as aware as anyone who so much as glanced at Elisa that the poor girl clearly had a problem. Rebecca just didn't have a very sensitive mindset. She was loud and indiscreet and clearly had no problem with calling someone out if she felt the need. It was both a virtue and a damning flaw.

"Bex, you're spacing out, come ooon, you gnome." Elisa called, already a slight ways away from the car.

"Not all of us have stilts for legs!" The brunette countered with a pout, looking at all the people in the group before jogging to catch up. She was just barely under the five foot mark and the height difference between her and the rest was pretty hilarious.

Elisa grinned and stuck her tongue out as a tease.

"I can always eat. This pitstop looks really cute too."

"Oh my god, I could kill for some pizza right now." Bex said to the girl. Like Millie, she could eat for days without a care. She didn't gain a pound, and while she wasn't as busty as the red head, she too had a little more meat on her than her friend. Then again, if she could eat an entire buffet and chase it with a bar, she would. She dreaded the day she grew old and her metabolism dropped.

Rebecca was enjoying Millie's company, as well as Elisa's, and couldn't quite understand why they didn't get along. Perhaps it was Bex who just didn't give a fuck about anything and would speak with anyone, but other than a stupid boy she wasn't sure why they hated each other...Then again, Elisa had always been quieter and colder than most people...it had just seemed a little increased with Beck's friends. She knew she'd figure out why one day, but she wasn't sure how to go about asking in a way that wouldn't make everything more awkward than it already was. She glanced back at Elisa and Beck, smiling. "What do you guys want?"

Elisa was uncomfortable with the question and looked over to Beck, who would likely have an answer. "I don't care. I'll go wherever." She stared at their hands, which she had twined together after getting out of the car.

Ever since the incident with Malachai, she had been clinging to Beck a little more. Like Jess, Elisa had had more than a couple of nightmares - some she had told him about in passing and others she had completely ignored. She felt safe next to the blonde and, more importantly, she knew that he was okay. Even miles away, she was afraid that someone could come along and ruin everything. She knew it was irrational and she wondered if she was annoying him, or if he thought that she was just doing it as a territorial thing against Millie - though that probably did play a small part. Anxiety was crushing her, on top of everything else in her fucked up world.