Girl Trouble (Ellie)

[Peyton Turner]

backdated to Dec 30th, 9pm, several hours after this thread

True to his suspicions, Peyton hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. Ever since he'd run into Olivia, his one-track mind had gone from how to ace this test on Thursday to how to get Liv... back? That seemed to imply that they had been something solid before, which they really hadn't. But he wanted them to be.

She'd told him he had some things to think about, and that was all he could do. He'd returned to his dorm room, with all of his study materials abandoned in a corner, and had pondered how to make things right. He just didn't know. He wanted to talk to her, to ask her, but he knew that asking her what to do would just make her mad. And besides, it was too early, right? She'd basically told him to wait, to give it time, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He was still pale, withdrawn, a little sick-looking, thanks to his weeks of straight studying - practically disappearing off the face of the earth except for classes, actually disappearing from campus for the six days he'd had with his family right around Christmas. Peyton hadn't texted in nearly two months, hadn't had a real day off while at Hammel, except for the three days surrounding Thanksgiving, and hadn't had a solid social interaction since... well, aside from today, since Thanksgiving. Every hour not spent in class was spent studying for the biology intensive/chem placement, in the hopes that he'd finally be with his grade for science come next semester. Or eating, or sleeping, or talking with his parents (and even that was rare).

But today all of that was tossed aside because he needed to make things right.

Heading down the hall (thank god it was a short walk, or he might not have felt up to it in his mopey state), he knocked weakly on the door of Ellie's dorm room. She was really the only person he'd met in his short time at Hammel that he felt he could ask about girl things. He'd brought the gift he'd intended to give to her for Christmas (a guitar strap and mug with several packs of hot chocolate), stuffed into one badly-wrapped box, almost like a peace offering, or a 'please help me I don't understand girls' offering.

[Elisia Lark]

Having just gotten back from New York, Ellie figured she was out of the loop with her friends. Her birthday had been fun, the holidays were mostly over and she didn't have to worry about her god awful mother for another few months at the very least. Patrick and Tim were both trying to keep her away from Margaret as often as possible as well now since clearly Ellie wasn't as willing to have a relationship with her mother as she used to be. Not that they could blame her, it wasn't like Margaret felt the need to have a good relationship with her daughter anyway.

The only thing that made the trip even worth while was being able to talk to Jack and Skype him. It made her relax and feel happy because she literally found one of those guys that just seemed to understand her. Guy had been a good date experiment, too, but this time she felt like she could actually keep up with the dating thing. Being a girlfriend. Whoring around simply wasn't for her, so it was good that Jack had been willing to take her back even after she kept ruining things with everyone else. Welp, like mother like daughter she supposed. Though she didn't necessarily end things because the guy was gay, so there was that.

Elisia was just sitting on her bed, texting him and scrolling through her pictures because he had asked for one. She definitely didn't look good enough to send a current picture, so she settled for an out-dated one. Of course she knew he'd notice, but that was all part of dating. He'd just have to suck it up and wait until he saw her again. The drama-free zone of her room was filled with a soft piano piece in the background that made her keep up with the happy feelings she had been feeling since she got back to Vermont and she closed her eyes as she listened to it.

She was snapped out of her little slice of peace and quiet when she heard someone tapping on her door. She didn't know who to expect. Alex, Carter, Callie, maybe Olivia. When she opened the door, she was a bit thrown to find Peyton instead. The last time she saw him, she was de-stressing herself by throwing darts at a bunch of paint-filled balloons. Well, this was bound to be interesting because by the look on his face, this wasn't just a pop in and say 'hi' kind of visit. "Uh, hey, Peyton. What's up?"

[Peyton Turner]

He was surprised how glad he was to find her in her room. "I need help." There was definitely a pleading in Peyton's face - a sort of puppydog begging with wide eyes, and his hands fidgeted nervously. "It's about a girl." Ellie would definitely be better at interpreting girl-isms than, say, George. Definitely better than admitting anything to Reece.

His fingers twitched again, his toe tapping a bit as his Adderall was wearing off, and he suddenly became aware of the present in his arms. He glanced down at it, then back to her as he held it out. "This is for you, by the way, merry belated Christmas."

[Elisia Lark]

Elisia looked at him in confusion as he declared the real reason he was there. He needed help, and by the look on his face, she had a feeling it was something she wouldn't know what the heck to do. After all, she wasn't exactly up to snuff when it came to social stuff. She was awkward in the most awkward sense of the world and didn't know what he expected from her. Then again, if ti was something small like he needed help opening something or maybe something musical, she could totally help with that. Or maybe if he needed some sugar...though she didn't think she had any that wasn't already in a product.

Oh god, then he admits to it being about a girl. Ellie had to keep her face as friendly as possible without giving away that she was completely incapable of girl advice. Maybe she should direct him to Carter...wait...no that's a bad idea. Carter didn't do relationships and something about the way he was all nerves and fidgeting like a madman told her that this was important. "Erm, here, c'mon in. If you want we can go back to my room or just, uhm, stay in the common area I guess. It's up to you," She said slowly, probably sounding confused and simple-minded because she didn't quite know what to make of the situation.

Before he walked in, he handed her a present and she looked down at it with an arched eyebrow. "Uhm, thaaanks," Shoot! She knew she'd been forgetting something! Fudge monkey, she'd have to get belated presents, too. She grabbed the present and started backing up so he could walk in before she shut the door. "So uh, what's the problem?"