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valerie casablancas x elijah hewson
chapter seven || 🎬🤍🦢

❝ you should be mine tonight! ❞

      valerie and elijah had been happily walking around for an hour, making stupid jokes, sharing childhood stories and laughing whenever valerie would trip over her own two feet, before elijah had his hand on a tree and was complaining about the 'worst pain' he had 'ever had'

     "no, valerie, i think i'm actually gonna die." he pouted, making the girl hold back a laugh. she didn't wanna laugh in his face, but if he kept making that expression she would.

    she let out a shaken breath, "you're not gonna die."

    "i can feel my insides about to explode."

"you're fine!" she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him back to the sidewalk. elijah was still mumbling about how he was going to pass out as she slid her hand into his and waved their interlocked hands back and forth as they walked, "you're just an ibs warrior and that's okay!"

"not the warrior shit again." elijah said sadly, "we should get food."

her mood instantly picked up at the mention of food, "yes, we should!" she giggled, "pizza?"

"fuck, yes."

     "let's go!" she sang.

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"did you know, i hated pizza until i was, like, twelve cause my dad loved it so much and i wanted to be different so bad." valerie said before taking a bite of her dollar pizza that definitely was not a dollar.

"are you joking?" he asked, looking disgusted.

     val shook her head, "why would i joke?"

"that's so weird. i could never fake liking pizza." he gave her a judgy look. a crinkle between his brows while one was raised.

"oh, shut the fuck up." she mumbled, rolling her eyes.

elijah burst out laughing and knocking his shoulder off hers, "i'm joking."

"you're an ass."

"yeah, but you don't mind."

"i actually like when guys are sweet." she said, trying to hard to hide her smile as she gave him her biggest puppy dog eyes.

     elijah held back from rolling his eyes at her expression, "i am very sweet."

    "you're the opposite."

     his face immediately changed and he stopped walking, "i am nice. i'm very nice. i'm a dick, but im nice."

     valerie stopped as well, and stood in front of him. she craned her head a small bit to look him in the eye, "do you believe that?"

elijah was confused. what? did he believe that? of course he did!

"of course, i do."

"than who gives a fuck?" she tugged at the sides of his jacket before going back to eating her pizza and dragging him up the street once more.

"me. i want you to think i'm sweet." he admitted, his arm falling over her shoulders.

falling into a comfortable rhythm and being comfortable around each other seemed to be easy for the pair. it may have been weird for anyone else, but valerie had always had a very easy going personality and could adapt to anyone. so when elijah came into her life being all introverted and smiley was very easy for valerie to relate to. well... relate wasn't the word. valerie was far from introverted, but she was very smiley! she never had a frown on her face unless she was driven to that point by someone (cough, elijah, cough.)

"i think you can be sweet." she smiled, "you bought me pizza and stopped me from getting ran over by a cyclist." she held onto his wrist that lay across her shoulder.

"i can't have you dying in my watch."

"everyone would kill you."

"bobby would kill me." he said it like it pained him, which made her giggle.

she snuggled further into his side, her free hand (that had a crumpled up napkin in it) slid around his waist, " i want to meet him. you always say shit like that and i think it's very funny."

"you're never meeting him. josh and ryan? yes. robert? fucking, God, no. he's a scary cunt. never." he shivered as he spoke, making her laugh.

    "he can't be that bad."

     he shook his head, "he's evil. he's obsessed with you."

     "are you scared he'll be able to swoosh me away?"

    "yes!"

i'm seventeen and afraid of bobby skeetz ☹️ (i can make these jokes now. it's my birthda)