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Started November 12, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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“That’s still two times too many,” Elide’s looked at her softly but still worriedly, “No one should have to be subjected to those comments.”

Phoebe turned away so that Elide couldn't see her face, feeling more nauseous than she wanted to admit. She knew what Elide was going to ask; why weren't Josh and Jane here? The answer to that was… complicated. She knew that they had been doing their best to help a few months ago, that they'd been way over their heads, but she didn't want to subject them to that again, and besides that they didn't know how to help her so she'd told them not to try. It had taken a while to convince them to do so… but to her relief it had worked.

“Phoebe please… please talk to me. I need… I want to help you. Please…” Elide knew these signs. Someone who didn’t want to open up to people. She’d done it herself after her entire family had died, “If you don’t want my help I can leave…”

Phoebe looked down at the ground, her eyes tracing over the grooves in the floor tiles for a minute or so before she trusted herself to speak. "They– the rumours got back to my mom," she stated blandly. "She believed them. They didn't stop."

“Are they? The rumours?” Elide asked quietly, biting her lip.

(np dw)

Phoebe's shoulders drew up instinctively, quickly relaxing when it hit her who was asking the question. After a long pause, she answered briefly.

"Yes."

Elide nodded slowly, “Okay… that’s-“ She cut herself off before she could say ‘good,’ “Thank you for telling me the truth.”

Phoebe finally looked back at her.
“Anytime.” It was said as an almost whisper, her voice was hoarse but she had calmed down significantly.

Elide gave Phoebe a small smile and her hand a squeeze, “Do you want to head back out there or go for a walk somewhere else?”

Phoebe stared at Elide’s hand for a moment. “I’m going to stay in here, whether or not you do is up to you.”

She inhaled shakily. “And in case you had the wrong idea—— Josh and Jane— it’s not that they don’t care— I asked them to stop— you know what it’s a long story. Basically they aren’t terribke people and want to help me but I won’t let them.”

Elide looked up at Phoebe softly and sorrowfully and nodded, “Okay. I didn’t think they were terrible people. Can- May I please help you? If you don’t want me to then that’s fine but… please.”

Phoebe looked away again. "What is there to do? And I'm fine regardless."

Elide shook her head and took a step back, "No. You're not fine, I can see you're not…" She said quietly.

“I’m fine in the long run. There’s nothing wrong with my life. I’m fine,” Phoebe insisted, twisting her hair.

“I’m fine in the long run. There’s nothing wrong with my life. I’m fine,” Phoebe insisted, twisting her hair.

Elide shook her head again, taking one more step backwards, "Fine. Whatever then…"

“Let’s go back to the cafeteria.” Phoebe slipped by Elide and back out into the hallway, stomach twisting. She was probably disgusted. At everything she’d told her. And how weak she was.

Elide stayed in the bathroom a little longer, thinking. If Phoebe wasn’t going to tell her what was wrong then that’s fine. If she didn’t want her help then Elide would have to put up with that. She sighed and headed back to the cafeteria.

Phoebe has already finished a short, silent conversation with Jane and Josh by the time Elide returned. She gave them one more meaningful look before turning back to Elide. “I could get you something from the cafeteria if you want?” An apology.

Elide shook her head and sat down, “I’m not hungry, but thanks for offering.”

(Great
Uhh maybe Phoebe stops by Elide’s place to pick her up because they’re busing?)

(Okie dokie)

Phoebe didn’t know why she was so nervous, ringing the doorbell of Elide’s house, but for some reason there were butterflies in her stomach and doubts in her head. You’re going to some party. With like half the grade. It’s not actually a big deal. Still, she found herself playing with strands of hair that had escaped the clasp she’d used to put it up, framing her face, and fiddling with the neckline of her shirt. For the thousandth time, she wondered if she looked okay, with her floral print rubbed top, almost off the shoulders but not quite.

Elide checked herself in the mirror one last time. She curled her hair a little and pulled it half up. She’d opted for a strapless navy blue dress with good patterns on the hem that fell to just above her knees. She slipped on her flats and grabbed her phone before heading to the door, “Hey.”