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Elle Peterson

This was never part of the plan.

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a character in “Last of the American Girls”, as played by Imaveronica

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"Adventure was never part of the plan."

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Name:
Elle Amanda Peterson
Nicknames:
Ellie (by siblings)
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Ethnicity:
American




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"Looks are nothing if the heart is cruel."


Appearance:
Standing at 5'6", Elle may appear to be unathletic. However, blessed with strong legs and a quick pace, she can run rather quickly. Her outfits may be what keep her strength so under the radar. She dresses simple, usually in sweat pants and a jacket with some worn out t shirt underneath. Elle bares a tattoo on her inner wrist of 5 small silhouettes of birds flying towards her palm. Each bird represents a member of her family, and this tattoo is an important reminder to her of them. She has long wavy and constantly tangled brown hair. Elle resembles her mother, and it is something she is very proud of.




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"Act only on good thoughts and you will perform noble deeds."

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Personality:
Growing up dirt poor Elle has learned to take pleasure in small things. Whether it be acts of kindness, a free meal, or a conversation with someone new. She's always considerate and her heart is constantly open to giving out love. And in her eyes, generosity, hard work, and love are the three most important things a person can remember. Elle was a typically shy when it came to being at school, she never developed any really friendships, only with her siblings in which case she was loud and sarcastic. She could spend hours laughing at the dumbest things, and lamest jokes.


Talents:
Ability to lie on the spot -
Can fall asleep anywhere -
Is not afraid of risks -
Patience-
Running -
Weaknesses:
Takes things to heart -
Asks to many questions -
Believes the first thing she hears -
Fears:
The truth of her family -
She will loose a clear vision of right from wrong -




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"it's quiet uptown..."


History:
Elle was born in the heart of Brooklyn, New York to a poor young couple. Growing up the oldest of 4 she was given responsibility at a young age. Whether it be babysitting or cooking dinner for the night, Elle shined. As a child Elle strived at making her mother proud and taught her 2 younger sisters to do the same. The Peterson family lived in a 3 room apartment. Kept in tight quarters, Elle shared everything she owned with her sisters, it could be clothes, nail polish, or make up, they shared it all. Her brother, possibly the family favorite due to being the youngest of the four was often stuck in hand-me-downs. He got lots of winter jackets and jeans from his older sisters. Elle's father provided the income of the family, working as a night guard at a small bank in Brooklyn, while her mother waitressed part time during the day.

As Elle grew to be 18 years old, her father uncovered a secret to her. He had gotten hold of a family heirloom, a gold cross with blue jewels going up and down it, that was worth $50,000 alone. When the cross was flipped over, and a small latch was undone it opened up a compartment just large enough to fit a single folded piece of paper. On the piece of paper contained all the necessary information and codes to unlock a safe. Elle's father told her that the money in that safe could last a lifetime, and could fill all the needs they could ever think of. He also told her that all he had to do was sell the cross in order to get the money to fly to the safe, located Alsace, France. After that he then planned to buy back the cross.

As Mr. Peterson searched out the proper person to sell to over the span of 2 years, he came across the wrong group of people. When the realized the crosses worth, they threaten to take the life of each person in the Peterson's family if he didn't hand over the cross, with in that week. Instead of doing as told Mr. Peterson ran home and hid the cross. 3 days later, now 20 years old, Elle came home to an empty house, her family gone. Elle packed her things and left, aware of what her father had caused. She filed a missing persons case for every one of them and lived in shelters across the city, waiting. Several weeks later Elle concluded the fate of her family and set off to find and steal back the cross.




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So begins...

Elle Peterson's Story

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In hindsight, she really should have bought a more inconspicuous car. She'd sold her old, scarlet, sensible car for a fair price, and had then bought a sleek black convertible, the back seat of which was now filled with bags of her belongings. But it looked so good, and besides, it was completely different to her old car.

The cops had told her that she had time, that running was more a precaution than anything else. She'd told her parents she was going on a road trip and that she'd be back in time for university in the fall. Nobody would know her exact location at any one point, and that suited her just fine. And besides, she'd always wanted to travel.

She was, however, also pissed that the only protection the police could offer her was a bulletproof vest and a gun. Because she wasn't officially working for them, they were limited in the protection they could offer. Sure, she had half the force on her side, but she'd been hoping for at least a safe house and an attractive cop to keep her company.

As her car came to a stop at a red light, she checked her reflection in the rear view mirror. Her aviators hid a comforting amount of her face, making up for what her ponytail exposed. She wasn't dressed any differently than usual though, completely unwilling to give up that aspect of her personality. And it wasn't like her clothes would give anything away- literally three-quarters of the girls in any one of her classes wore ripped jeans and plain vest tops during the summer. She'd been working on her tan since classes had finished, she wasn't planning on covering it up any time soon.

She glanced at her fuel gauge and swore to herself. It was getting dangerously low, and she didn't know where the next gas station would be. So she pulled in at the nearest gas station and started filling up. As she did so, she swore that she could hear shouting from only a short distance away. She tried to ignore it, even as she finished.

But as she got into her car and went to leave, she found herself watching the streets until she found the source of the trouble. Her common sense told her to keep driving- but she'd never really listened to that. She slammed on the brakes, pulling out her gun and getting to her feet. The gang seemed to be focusing on one girl, who appeared to be around the same age as Abby.

"Get in the car!" Abby yelled at the girl, firing a warning shot above the heads of the rest. She honestly didn't know why she was doing it. Maybe because she knew that she would want someone to do the same for her if she ended up in that situation.

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Elle was running, that's all she was doing, running as if she was seconds away from crossing the finish line. Running like her Mother was cheering for her from the sidelines. Never mind what reality was telling her, she had a race to finish, but the ending was no where in site.

With a sharp left Elle was racing down an alleyway, one hand clutching her arm, which earlier had been wounded, the other holding onto her backpack strap tightly. Behind her followed three men, all of which continued to scream thief! thief! in hopes of catching a cops attention. Their efforts were useless though, as the streets were empty. Empty except for one car, which at first had appeared to be driving away, was now slowing down to a complete stop. Elle squinted at the driver as she stood up holding a gun. God help me... She thought looking for another route to take. Before she could switch her course of action though, the girl yelled to her ordering her to get in the car. Elle's eyes widened in confusion, but when the girl then fired toward the men, she stopped second guessing and flung the car door open.

Elle looked back at the men and sunk low in the seat. Her heart beating rapidly, she tightened her grip around her upper arm, she could see blood beginning to seep out from in between her fingers.

"Shit sorry..." She mumbled to the girl, catching her breathe and doing her best to keep the blood from falling onto the seat of the car.

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As soon as the girl was in the car, Abby climbed back in and floored the accelerator. As soon as they were clear, she shoved the gun back into the holster on her hip and looked over at the girl in her passenger seat. "Fuck, are you okay?" She asked, seeing the blood starting to seep through her fingers. As they stopped at a traffic light, she reached back and found something black, before tossing it into the girl's lap. "Wrap that up, and I'll get you to the hospital," she said. "Can't have you bleeding out in my car, it's still new," she joked.

"I'm Abby, by the way," she said by way of introduction. She was starting to wonder if she was insane- if she hadn't stopped, she would have been out of town by now. But instead, she was heading for the hospital with this stranger. Was she going soft in her old age? Or was it just because she'd saw herself in the other girl? If the tables were turned, she would have wanted somebody to do the same.

"I'm guessing it's not just books in that bag," she said, mostly to distract herself.

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"I'll be fine..." Elle groaned taking the black clothe, which appeared to be a scarf, and wrapping it around her arm. Her black jacket was no good anymore, she'd have to ditch it at the next pit stop and possibly invest in a new one. The tank top she wore underneath probably wouldn't get her through a cold night. Elle wiped her bloody hand off on the scarf as the girl began speaking again.

"Oh no, no hospital... really I'll be fine. Just a first aid kit and a gas station bathroom and I'll be perfectly fixed." Elle insisted looking over at the girl beside her. Many many things happened at a hospital. People start asking questions, the police could get involved, not only that but she could not afford a hospital right now. Imagine if she needed stitches, that could be hundreds of dollars. "Yeah no hospital." Elle sighed and leaned forward clicking the glove compartment open to reveal a small white box with a large red cross on it. "Can I borrow this?"

Oh, Abby... That's a nice name. She's probably a really nice person. I mean she already proved that by pretty much saving my ass... She does have a gun though, which is causing me to rethink all this.... What was that thing we learned as kids... oh yeah never get in a car with stranger...

"Hi I'm Elle." She responded smiling, but only with her cheeks really. Abby spoke again.

Yeah Elle... what's in the bag? You going to tell her? She could jump you -no she could even shoot you so easily right now, I mean who wouldn't want $50,000? Play it cool, don't freak out

"No, no books!" Elle laughed nervously. "I mean well of course what they want is in here... But also all my own stuff. I don't have a gun though!" She blurted out the last part accidentally.

"I'm sorry you don't have to drive me, where are you headed?" Elle glanced to the back seat and could only guess she had caught the poor girl in the middle of moving day.

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The girl was definitely nervous- perhaps understandably so. After all, Abby did still have her gun on her person, and they'd always been warned about getting into cars with strangers as kids.

She nodded as Elle asked about the first aid kit. As bad as her arm looked, Abby wasn't surprised that she didn't want to go to the emergency room. Hospitals had a tendency to ask questions and get the police involved.

As Elle asked where she was going, she sighed. "A... road trip, of sorts. Getting out of town for a bit, you know?" She said, glancing over at the other girl. "What about you? I'm not just abandoning you by the side of the road- I'd be damned if those guys ended up catching you after me making my daring rescue," she said, grinning a little. "Especially because you don't have a gun. You honestly don't look like the type to get yourself into that kind of trouble," she remarked. "And if this is all for some guy or girl or something, ditch their ass. That will never end well. Trust me on that," she continued.

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As Abby began to talk Elle nodded along. "I'm just trying to get as far away from here as possible..." She responded shifting her position in the seat. "It was a pretty good rescue." Elle added laughing slightly as her heart beat began to return to a steady rate. She pulled her backpack off and placed it in front of her between her feet. From of one the side pockets she pulled a water bottle out and took a sip.

"No, this definitely isn't for any girl..." Elle trailed of thinking back to the one shitty relationship she'd ever gone through. "It's more of a... family thing... maybe I can explain it better to you later- pull over here." She motioned to a somewhat empty gas station and when Abby had stopped the car Elle grabbed her backpack and pushed the door open, first aid kit under her arm. She stood awkwardly for a moment outside the car. "Well I guess I'll be right back." She stated. Assuming Abby doesn't change her mind about ditching...

Elle went directly to the bathroom, as bad as it smelled she'd still choose this over a hospital. She hung her backpack on the door and placed the first aid kit on the sink. Next she began to pull off her jacket. The clothe was pressed into her wound slightly and so Elle groaned as she pulled it away. Underneath she was wearing a loose black tank top, luck enough to be completely clean. Her jeans looked okay as well so that was convenient. She threw the jacket into a nearby trash and then stepped in front of the sink.

The water was cold and she moaned as is rushed over the gash. A little disinfect and faint bandage wrapped around three times later, she was as good as new. Elle pulled out a brush and redid her ponytail. Then swinging her backpack over her shoulder, made her way back to the car.

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Abby just nodded at Elle's explanation, pulling into the gas station. She nodded as Elle said she'd be right back- but as soon as she was gone, Abby was climbing out of the car. As she walked, she tucked the holster of her gun inside her jeans and pulled her t-shirt down over it, adjusting her ponytail as she headed into the shop.

Inside, she picked up a few bottles of energy drink, a few bottles of Coke, some healthy-looking granola bars, and some other road trip essentials. As she shopped, a crazy idea hit her. One that was potentially dangerous, but if they pulled it off, could keep her safe long enough for everyone connected to the gang to be arrested and for her to be able to return home safely. It would also possibly keep Elle safe- or as safe as she could be with Abby and all the trouble she brought.

The supplies paid for and packed into a few cheap plastic bags, Abby headed back out into the car. She was back before Elle, and so climbed into the driver seat. She slid her aviators up and sat them in her hair as she took a swig out of a bottle of Coke, throwing the rest of the supplies into the back seat.

Once Elle reappeared, Abby grinned at her. "So, I have a crazy proposition. Fancy tagging along on this little road trip of mine? Two girls travelling together is a hell of a lot less noticeable than a girl travelling alone. I know you've only just met me, but if I was going to kill you, I've had plenty of opportunities to do so already. And I will tell you the real reason for this road trip, and if that makes you want to bail, then so be it. Let's just say I feel like we both could do with going incognito."

It wasn't hard to tell that Elle was in some kind of trouble, much like Abby herself. And if they stuck together, things might be a little easier. And a little less lonely as well, perhaps.

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As soon as Abby started speaking Elle's eyebrow was raised. She made some very convincing points right of the top of her head and Elle could even name a view more in her own. Being incognito would not hurt anything and Elle hadn't planned very far beyond stealing the cross back. Taking a road trip would definitely be better than bumming it in the next homeless shelter for who knows how long.

"Okay, I'm in." Elle agreed opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. "And I figured there'd be a bigger reason. No one brings their whole room with them on a road trip." Elle laughed slightly. She turned herself around to see Abby's many bags. Many bags. It honestly didn't look like the girl planned on returning anytime soon.

"So let's here that story." Elle said looking to the girl on her left and leaning back into the seat.

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She laughed at Elle's comments about her bags, starting the ignition and pulling out of the gas station. "Yeah. Okay, so a few years ago, I met this guy. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous- dark hair, light eyes, piercings, that whole bad boy aesthetic. Except it wasn't just an aesthetic. He was involved in this gang, and after a while, he introduced me to it. Of course, they didn't take me seriously at first- but once I proved my aim with a gun and showed them exactly what I could to, they realised I was a valuable asset. So I started working in the background. I was smart, though- never left any trace that it was me doing anything, never showed my face with them in public. Half the gang didn't even know I was involved. But then my boyfriend decided to be a cheating bastard, so I got my own back. I went to the cops and started working as a mole. The cops paid me to give them information, and the gang paid me to do my job. It was a perfect balance. Once I knew that the cops were planning on making a move, I told everyone that I'd gotten intel that the cops were onto me specifically and were going to try and grill me for information. So they weren't surprised or suspicious when I disappeared out of nowhere. And there's hopefully going to be an arrest in the next few days, and the cops have promised to cover my ass. But I've got to disappear for a while, just in case that somebody figures it out. So, I'm making a run for it. And I'm planning on staying away until I go back to uni in the fall."

She grinned a little and looked over at Elle. "So, you still want to stick with me?"

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Elle sat in silence listening to Abby's explanation. Elle knew nothing about except her deepest secret... and it was about a gang. She did way in the fact that the police were on the girls side, that was a plus. Not coming back until fall would give Elle more than enough time away from the city. The few facts she had gathered from Abby in the last hour all seemed to make it sound okay that she went along. It was definitely the cheapest way of transportation and company wouldn't be the worst thing.

"Okay, I'm with you. I understand what you've got yourself into. You're pretty lucky you got out without them following you." Elle said leaning back in her seat, she turned her face to the sky letting the sun hit it. As they picked up speed down the street wind passed through her hair and she grinned.

"You'd better have good taste in music."

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She shrugged at Elle's remark. "I've always been good at getting myself out of awkward situations- but there's still no guarantee I'm in the clear. I think a big part of it is that they don't know exactly how much I know, so they're afraid of pissing me off in case I spill all of their dirty little secrets," she said, grinning a little.

At the comment about music, she laughed a little. "I use the old "driver picks the music, passengers deal with it" rule," she remarked. "But mostly I just find a decent local radio station. Or a pre-made playlist on Spotify."

After a while, she glanced over at Elle, still grinning. It felt really good to not be having to do this by herself, and Elle seemed pretty willing to stick by her through everything. "Okay, so. You got some details about me, now you spill. You honestly don't look like someone who would cause a lot of trouble. Is this also revenge on an ex? Or are you on some Indiana Jones type mission?" She asked, taking another mouthful out of the bottle of Coke.

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"Sure, sure" Elle nodded at Abby. "As long as there's no screamo...or worse. Country." She giggled watching the landscape go by quickly. Elle may be 20 but not once had she traveled out of the city. There had never been a reason too and so seeing the industrial layout fade away was quite amusing. She was only snapped back to reality when Abby began questioning her. It was only fair for her to explain herself.

"What? I don't look as tough as you?" Elle asked sarcastically. "Yeah no ex, and no Indiana Jones... but I wish I was Indiana Jones, that'd be cool." She pondered the thought. "Look my family's dirt poor okay. My dad got a hold of this family heirloom, a gold cross worth tons of money, he was going to sell it for money, and with that money, fly to France were a safe is with even more money." She paused. "The passwords to get into that safe are in the back of the cross." She looked over to Abby for reassurance that she was following along and that things were making sense. "My dad got into business with the wrong people. One day I came home, the cross was gone. My family was gone. And I just knew I needed to get that cross. Two months later today happened." Elle sat facing forward watching the ground disappear under them as she drove on.

"I've been hopping between Far Shelter and St. Therese's Shelter for the Homeless, if you've ever heard of them, for the last 2 months. I figured I'd get the cross and get out of town. The train had been my original plan." Elle scrunched her eyebrows together. "But this is much cheaper." She joked.

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Abby listened to Elle's story. Even if the girl claimed she wasn't Indiana Jones, her story certainly sounded like something from a movie. Backstabbing, mysterious crosses worth shitloads of money... It made her story positively boring in comparison. Mostly because she was filling in the gaps by herself and embellishing the details, but still.

She laughed at Elle's comment about this being cheaper. "I was planning on making you pitch in for gas money, but now that I've heard your story..." she grimaced a little, but quickly replaced it with a grin. "Maybe not. But I'll find other ways for you to earn your keep," she said, still grinning. It would be a lot easier to blend in this way, to act normal.

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Elle pushed a strand of brown hair off her face and turned to look out into the distance. The sun was setting slowly but surely. She silently wondered how long Abby would continue to drive as it became darker. Of course being the tough girl she appeared to be Elle was figured they still had quite a ways to go before Abby called it a night.

"Well I'll pay you back as soon as it's safe to fly to France and open the safe... I just can't right know, but I will...." She trailed off looking over at Abby. "Double even! I'm sure you could use it with school and everything..." She quickly added shrinking into her seat slightly.

Elle watched Abby's face as she drove. Despite her tough appearance, at better look her features were rather soft. She was focused on the road and her hands sat relaxed on the steering wheel. Elle decided she could get use to this, and maybe things were going to be alright.

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She laughed lightly at Elle's response. "You don't need to pay me double. Money isn't that big of an issue for me, and besides, both the cops and the gang were paying me at one point. I'm doing fine for money," she said. But she grinned as she glanced over at Elle. "You can buy me dinner, though. Think of it as a reward for saving you," she said, sitting back a little as she turned her attention to the road.

The rapidly darkening skies hadn't escaped her attention. Part of her wanted to just keep driving- but, whatever about Elle, Abby needed to eat. She'd missed lunch, and she knew that filling herself with junk wasn't the best idea. And besides, she had a tendency to get grouchy when she was hungry and tired. She didn't want to put Elle through that- she needed to minimise the grouchiness now that she had someone to accompany her. And she honestly really liked Elle- even if she was a little over-apologetic.

"Hope you don't mind, but I think I'm going to stop somewhere and get food. I missed lunch in all the excitement of leaving and so on, and driving on an empty stomach mightn't be the best idea. You have any preference about where?" she asked, glancing over at Elle.

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As they continued along Abby brought up the thought of lunch. Elle herself had had soup and bread for lunch before beginning her own adventure. She could definitely use some food in her stomach though. Elle spotted a tall metal post with signs of many different restaurants nailed onto it.

"If you get off at the next exit there's like five tiny diners to choose from. I bet they have decent food." Elle suggested. As the sun was disappearing for the night Elle suddenly became aware just how cold she was. After ditching her bloody jacket at the last gas station, she'd been left with just a tank top. Goosebumps crawled down her arms and she folded her arms together sucking in her breath. "You got an extra sweatshirt back there chance?" They pulled into the parking lot and Elle waited for Abby to turn the car off.

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She nodded at Elle's suggestion, taking the next exit. They reached the town surprisingly fast, and she just stopped at the first diner they encountered. "Yep, hold on a sec," she said as she pulled into a space and cut the ignition. Taking off her seatbelt, she turned around and rooted through one of the bags. Elle seemed to be about the same size as her, so at least that was one less issue.

She grabbed a plain black hoodie and a leather jacket, throwing the hoodie into Elle's lap and pulling on the leather jacket. She took off her sunglasses and left them in the cup holder, before climbing out of the car and heading in. She'd been expected a little bit of a greasy spoon- but she was pleasantly surprised. A girl who was only a few years older than Elle greeted them as they entered, and showed them to an empty table in the corner. Abby slid into the booth and started examining the menu.

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As soon as the sweatshirt was thrown at her, Elle began pulling it over her head. She was surprised at how clean and fresh it smelled. So far this trip had been nothing but benefical amd Elle was actually enjoying herself. Elle smiled to herself pulling her backpack over her shoulder and following close behind Abby into the diner.

Right upon entering the smell of fries passed by. Only a few people scatter the many seats. A truck driver sitting alone, a family of 5 squished into one booth. The waitress lead them to a table and slid the menus down in front of them. Elle gave her a bright thank you smile and then turned to the menu.

"So I've got like 200 dollars cash on me, but let's not spend it all in one place." She joked, not lifting her eyes from the menu. "I'm going to go with the BLT sandwich and some fries... and a chocolate milkshake." She took a napkin from the plastic dispenser in the center of the table and placed it nicely over her lap. "This is great!" Elle spoke, looking around the diner before turning her attention back to Abby. "So this boyfriend you had... you don't think he will catch on do you?" Her voice had lowered only slightly due to the lack of people nearby.

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At Elle's comment about money, Abby laughed. [color=#"660080]Damn, there goes my plan,"[/color] she joked, scanning down the menu. "Yeah, I think I'm going to get the chicken sandwich, fries, and a strawberry milkshake," she said, putting it down and leaning her head on her hands. At the comment about her ex, she rolled her eyes.

"Him? Please. Saying he's not the brightest crayon in the box is an understatement- but he was funny. And hot," she said, sighing a little. "But, unfortunately, also an asshole. Much like half the guys in that freaking group. Seriously, half of them had girlfriends, but you wouldn't know it," she remarked, smiling at the waitress as she returned. She told her her order, and turned back to Elle.

"Okay, so you know the deets of my shittiest relationship- now I wanna hear yours," she said, leaning in a little and grinning.

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Elle sighed listening to Abby speak of her past relationship. It seemed as though they would be safe then, if the gang was as stupid as Abby proposed. Of course there was a little voice in the back of her head reminding her to stay cautious and not become to trusting.

"Well the one and only relationship I've gone through was pretty bad. But I don't think it beats yours." Elle smirked leaning back in her chair to begin the story. "So I didn't come out to my parents until last year, but in high school I was with a girl. She had a boyfriend, but the two of us would hook up. God, I really liked her, she was so kind and sweet to me. This secret relationship went on for months and things were starting to get really serious. The only 2 problems were that she was with this guy and I hadn't even come out." Elle crossed her arms comfortably over her chest. "So one day she asked me 'so should I break up with this guy?' And what did I say? 'No. No, you should stay with him really.' So it was over." Elle leaned forward pressing her fingers to her temples. "It was like I broke my own fucking heart." She looked to Abby, curious for her two-sense.

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Abby raised an eyebrow at Elle's story, sitting back a little as she thought. "Yeah, that sucks," she eventually concluded. "But at the same time, if she had dumped him, then things could have gotten messy- people could have worked out what had been going on, and then you would have both gotten a bad reputation, and so on. It sucks, but in some ways, that was probably the best thing to do," she admitted, shrugging a little.

"Or, at least, that's what I would have done. It's one of those times when your head has to rule your heart, you know?" She said. In reality, she wouldn't have done it for fear that her so carefully constructed image would shatter and she would once again return to being the outsider, the pariah. Not because it was the sensible thing to do.

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Elle nodded along with Abby's words. She had never really talked to anyone about that short lived relationship before. For the most part she had just grieved over it alone. Abby didn't seem to think it was such a big deal so why should Elle? Elle straightened her posture as the waitress was now approaching with their dinner. The smell instantly pained her stomach and she was beginning to realize just how hungry she really was.

"Are you planning on driving through the night?" Elle asked curiously as she looked over her food. There was nothing quite like a chocolate milkshake. She began to eat, quickly taking out the pile of fries. She kept her eyes down as she ate and her posture even hunched over slightly. She rolled up her sleeves slightly, glancing at her own tattoo on her wrist as she ate. Elle pondered the many questions about this road trip silently, as well as where Abby had in mind of going.

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She smiled at the waitress as their food came, taking a sip out of her milkshake. At Elle's questions, she shook her head, taking a bite out of her sandwich. "Nope- not worth risking burning myself out so early. And, no offense, but I don't trust you driving my car yet," she said once she'd swallowed, shrugging and grinning apologetically. She raised her eyebrow, grinning at Elle's posture. "Enjoying that?" She asked, before spotting the tattoo on the other girl's wrist. "Ooh, can I see?" She asked, holding out her hand.

She'd always kinda wanted a tattoo, but it didn't fit in with her overall image- and besides, her parents would have killed her. That and her dislike of needles was enough to dissuade her from actually getting one.

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"Don't worry I don't trust myself either." Elle continued to eat, only glancing up at Abby for a second. She decided to leave out for the time being that she never actually took Driver's Ed, and in fact did not have her license. That would be a conversation for another day. In the meantime Abby had become aware of the tattoo on the other girls arm and was now holding out her hand to see it. Elle nodded and rolled her sleeve back more to reveal the 5 small black birds flying towards her hand. She placed her wrist in Abby's hand gently, allowing her to get a good luck.

"Each bird represents a member of my family, I got it about a year and a half ago." She explained watching Abby examine it. "Hurt like hell when I got it." She added using her free hand to grab her milkshake. The noise in the diner was increasing as a group of truck drivers came in and the quiet road trip family sitting a few booths down had left.

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As Elle placed her wrist in Abby's hand, she leaned in a little to get a better look. At the explanation, she raised her eyebrow, before grinning at her remark. She let go of the other girl's hand and sat back, stabbing some fries and putting them into her mouth.

"Your family means a lot to you, don't they?" Abby remarked once she'd swallowed. She took a sip out of her shake, shrugging a little. "I mean, you got a permanent reminder of them inked onto your skin. I have a few photos of mine on my phone, and that's all," she added, laughing a little.