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“ELLIOT, SVEGLIATI!!” A male voice shouted from the floor below.
“Ugh..” I sit up slowly, scratching my tangled fluffy hair.
A familiar warm smell wakes me up a little more. The warm aroma of fresh pizza crust fills my nose. I drag myself out from under the covers, warm summer air washing over me.
“Arrivo papà…” I rubbed my face, groggily making my way to the dresser. I took out a baggy red polo shirt and black pants.
A month ago, my father and I moved to New York, New York. Aren’t I lucky? The rest of our family is staying back home in Italy. My father, Builder, is the owner of a popular pizza parlor, Builder Brother’s Pizza . He heard New York was booming with opportunities, and what not a better place to start expanding than in America. We live in the building above our restaurant, the one me and my papa run.
I made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, hair, and scrubbed my face before putting on my clothes. I slip on my shoes by the door, yawning on my out. Making my way downstairs, I hear the clinks of pans and the rush of people coming in. I quickly hurried down the stairs, putting on my apron and started taking orders at the counter. My father works in the back, making the famous meal. I stay up front, taking orders and keeping customers happy. I know more English than my papa, so it’s only fitting.
“What can I get you?” I asked an older gentleman with a cane.
“Oooo…. Hmmm….” The old man hummed. “Pepperoni please.”
I nodded, “It’ll be done soon.” I ended with a smile.
The same thing happened all day, the rush, the slow, a break. Today was like every day since I moved here. I do get the occasional bigotry comments, stares, delighted faces, disgust, or praises from customers. Finally, the sun was on the verge of disappearing, and soon I could go to bed.
“Vado a letto. Ce la fai da qui?” My papa asked.
I nodded, watching him go up the stairs. I sighed to myself, glancing around. The only living soul was a drunkard in the corner, passed out. This is the most boring ten minutes of my life. Suddenly, a loud bang against the wall outside startled me. I bumped into the counter behind me, hitting my side.
“Oww….” I winced.
The door opened, and a loud chime rang out. Two boys and a girl laughing at each other stepped into the restaurant.
“I’m sorry! It was just too good not to tell her.” A boy with blue hair said.
The other boy shoved his arm into the other’s arm, red in the face. “How dare you- you promised not to tell anyone !!” The bother boy fumed.
The girl behind them was caught in a laughing fit. While the two bickered, she finally got her breath back.
“Guys! Just stop.” She snickered, “Let’s order, I’m hungry.”
These guys sure are…what's the word? Animated? Yeah, animated…
I tiredly pull my best smile and take out a pen and paper. “What can I get for everyone?”
They murmured to each other in a group. While waiting, I inspect every person better. The girl has medium brown hair with two bows. Her green blouse was wrinkled and her skirt wasn’t any better. She had pearl earrings, a purse and black heels. The other boy had dark amber hair. He wore a white button up shirt, black striped pants, and a black jacket. His tie looked like it was snagged loose around his neck. The blue haired boy stood out like a sore thumb. His skin was pasty white, dark blue hair, black eyes, and a bruise on his face. He wore a white buttoned shirt with a vest. His jacket sat on one shoulder and had a cap on his head. The girl walked up, but the brown haired boy intersected her path.
“We will have a pepperoni pizza, please. Can you make half sausage?” He asked, the smell of alcohol flushed into my face.
“What was that for?” She poked her head around him, angry.
“No woman should have to do such a thing! Not when I’m by your side!” He exclaimed, going in for a hug. She quickly jabs his side before he could get any closer.
“Sure can. I will get it started.” I interjected. I try my best to force a smile, nervously sweating.
I quickly turn around and begin placing the toppings on it, then placing it in the oven. I return back to see them all sitting at the counter table on stools chatting. The blue haired boy beckoned me over a few times. I awkwardly shuffle my way in front of them, trying my best not to fiddle with my hands.
“Hey, you new around here?” He asked.
My words clogged in my throat. I haven’t met anyone around my age yet here, and when I did they weren’t the kindest of people. I don’t want to mess this up. I nodded, my throat still not functioning.
“I’m Guest 1337. Sorry they’re so loud, they just got back from the bar.” He smiled. “I’m watching out for them.”
“Oh that’s…” Oh no. I’m forgetting my words, crap. “Mannaggia...” I whispered.
My face was completely red, everyone was looking at me now. “I-i-” I coughed, “Sorry, I’m still learning. I’m Elliot, Elliot Builder. Nice to meet you Guest 1337.” I look over to the other two. “And what are your names?” I asked, changing the focus to someone else.
“I’m Molly. This is Matt.” She says, leaning into him.
“Yo!” Matt waves.
“How long have you been here? I got stuck in a hospital for a few weeks and, poof, there's a new restaurant in town.” Guest said the last part jokingly towards his friends.
“A month. Not long. How abou-”
Matt makes an obnoxiously loud shocked noise. “Dude! Your English is amazing, lad! Did you learn as a kid?”
“Oh, um thank you very much. Did my accent give it away? I learned a little English as a kid, I studied it in school too. Taking orders has helped. I work as a translator for my father until he gets better.” I raise my forearms and shrug.
Matt was about to open his mouth and answer Elliot’s question, but Molly butted in. “Wait, what were you going to ask him before he butted in?”
“Oh um.” I paused, trying to remember. Oh yeah! “If you are not bothered by me asking, where are you from? I’ve never seen anyone like you in my life.” Hopefully it didn't come off as offensive, I pray.
“Ha! I’m from here. I’m a Guest, never seen anyone like me before either. Besides for my parents, obviously.” Something in Guest’s eye tightens at the last part.
“Oh wow.” I said softly.
“Well how bout you mister? Where’ya from?” Matt questioned, putting an elbow on the counter and leaning forward.
“My father, and I are from Italy. We made it big over there, now we are hoping to make it big here too.” A warm smile creeps on my face.
“Well, then I can not wait for the pizza!” She rubbed her hands together, excited.
Confused by her words, I asked. “You can’t..?”
“I can! I’m just joking.” She smiled. “People say those kinda things to emphasize what they mean or something.” She shrugged.
I vaguely understood what she meant, but not really. I stand there stupidly, nervously nodding my head trying to pretend I understand. No one buys it. Crap.
“I’ll be back with your pizza.” I cut the silence before it even began.
Inside the kitchen I pull the pizza out, lay it out on a cool metal pan and start cutting it. I made decent slices, only four pieces were unbalanced. Grabbing the pan, I head back out to the group.
“Here you go. Enjoy yourselves.” I smiled. I took a step forward, but Guest’s voice halted me.
“You wanna come eat with us? Doesn’t look like there’ll be anyone else coming at this hour.” Guest smirked.
I hesitated, unsure. “I guess I can have a slice, I can’t pay you back though.” I frowned.
“All good. It’s all on me.” Matt said, pointing to himself.
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The drunk guy eventually left on his own. I ended up spending an hour after closing time, hanging out with the trio. They explained their night in better detail, they told me stories from not too long ago, and I told them about my dog back home. Matt stole the last slice from Guest, they wrestled until Guest gave up.
“You’re lucky you’re my friend.” Guest looked annoyed.
“Oh~ I know I am.”
I coughed, getting their attention. “Okay, seriously. I need to close up now. Thank you all for everything.” Elliot smiled, grabbing the pan.
“We’ll stop by sometime soon. When are you free?” Guest lifted himself from the chair.
“Heh.. Until my father gets another worker. Ordering is tiring, not everyone can keep up fast or speak Italian.” I didn’t realize how tired my body was until I said it out loud.
“Hmmm… I bet you’ll find someone, New York is filled with lots of different people. Get some rest. See you!” Molly dragged Matt out the door after he paid for the pizza.
Guest looked back to his friends and then to Elliot. “I might know someone who could do the job. He’s one of my friends back at the orphanage. He knows some Italian. A quick learner too.”
“Oh that’s-” I paused, thinking of the right words. “That’s nice! Stop by when you can!” My smile could leave my face even if I tried to push it down.
Guest walked towards the door, tilting his cap towards me, bidding me farewell. “Nice meeting you, Elliot.”
I smiled and waved goodbye. “You too.” The door shut and the bell rang one last time for the night.
Notes:
First person pov?! That's new, hopefully it's not bad.
Hey if u like pizza punch, u should check out my other book :DTranslations:
“SVEGLIATI” -> “WAKE UP”
“Arrivo papà” -> “I’m coming dad.”
“Mannaggia” -> A type of “darn/ dang it”
"Vado a letto. Ce la fai da qui?" -> "I'm going to bed. Can you make it from here?"
Chapter 2
Summary:
Chance and Guest have some fun before getting into a fight. They go and checkout the job offering that Elliot talked about.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
A flick to my forehead startled me from my sleep. “Wha-” Groaning, I reach over to rub my forehead.
“Wakey, wakey~” A familiar voice called out.
“Ugh…” My eyes flutter open.
Sitting up, I glance around at my dull surroundings. Chance kneeled on the floor, giggling into his hand. Everyone has already left for breakfast down stairs. The wallpaper is as dull as ever, cracking in certain areas. I move my feet off the bed and onto the cold wooden floors.
“What was that for?” I said, annoyed,
“Dunno, bored I guess.” Chance shrugged.
“Dude. What time is it even?” My voice is deep from just waking up.
“Hmm, quarter till eleven. You’ve been snoozin like a baby all day.” He chuckled.
Quarter till eleven!? I hurriedly looked at a clock nearby, reading exactly that. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“Yep. Now, let’s go do something that's not twiddling with our thumbs.” Chance smirked, standing up and putting his hands on his hips.
I nodded and rushed to get dressed. The old wood creaked under each step. I chose a similar outfit to yesterday’s, but spiced it up with black suspenders. I slipped on my shoes, almost tripping on the way out of my room. Downstairs, we ate the painfully bland food the orphanage provided us. We ran out of the building, jumping down the worn concrete stairs leading to freedom.
“Hey- you still on about the whole working thing?” I nudged Chance once we were on the sidewalk going nowhere in particular.
“Hmmm… Yeah. Find me something, did you?” Chance said, not expecting a real answer.
“I met a fella that’s looking for a worker, the job that fits you perfectly.”
“Reaalllyy? What do they pay?” A spark in his eyes and that shit eating grin appeared on his face whenever something catches his attention.
“Not sure, didn’t ask.” I shrugged. “Wanna stop by?”
He twirled around, then stopped in the middle of the path. “Naahh, let’s have some fun before we talk anymore about business matters. Yeah?” Chance didn’t bother for a response, and started running through the crowd, knowing Guest would follow.
“Hey-! Wait-” He always does this… I sigh, smiling, and running after him through the city.
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The sun was setting by the time me and Chance finally had our fill of excitement. Chance snuck us into a casino; we drank and gambled for a good four hours before finally being caught by a guard. Now, we sat on the ledge of a fire exit staircase outside an apartment building. I took off my jacket to enjoy the warm breeze. Chance sat next to me, enjoying his stolen corn dog, waving it in my face.
“Oh come on! I know you want some~” He playfully sang.
“For the last time- I do not want a bite…” I shook my head.
“All high and mighty, eh? Is it because you didn’t pay for it?” Chance smirked, knowing he’s right.
I sigh. “ No, I just don’t want any.” I stubbornly lied, shaking my head. Chance isn’t wrong, I can’t stand to look at myself when I steal.
“Suit yourself then.” Chance chewed mid-sentence.
A casual minute passed before I remembered about the pizza place.
“Hey, do you want to go to that job guy now?”
“Ugh, yeah I guess. I completely forgot about that.” Chance frowned, dropping his empty stick into the alley below. “Where is it anyways?”
“There’s this new exotic Italian shop not too far away. They need a person to take orders.” I smirked, a perfect opportunity to tease him, but my lips stayed sealed.
Chance slowly turned to meet my eyes. “Really..? That’s the job?” He said, unimpressed.
“It’s easy money I bet. Plus, they might pay you a lot. Not all foreigners know the basic minimum wages here.”
“True… alright, let’s go! If I could get my hands on some money, I’ll be a millionaire just you wait!” Chance puffed out his chest, and dropped down.
I took the ladder, landing swiftly on my feet.
“This way.” We started jogging to the restaurant.
The sun was beginning to set, I prayed we’ll make it back to the orphanage in time. We have to be back before sunset or we’ll get in trouble, forced to stay inside supervised for a day or two. Passing through another alleyway, a loud metal cover crashed on the ground. Sounds of a struggling woman could be heard faintly around the corner. I looked over to Chance, he was thinking the same thing as me. I took a deep breath in and a deep breath out and stepped forward. Chance’s hand grabbed my elbow, stopping me.
“You seriously can’t just go barging into every fight, Guest! What if he has a gun you idiot!” Chance whispered with urgency.
I looked back over to the noises and back to him, then shook my head. I ripped my arm away and walked around the corner.
“Let ‘er go.” I announced, readying my fists and circling my shoulders.
An older man in dark clothes stops in his tracts, looking over at me. The man relaxes his grip a little on the woman, eyeing the new threat.
“S-sir… H-hel-” She struggled out.
“Shut your trap!” The man yelled at her. “Let me take care of this. Be quiet or you won’t make it home.” He threatened, slapping her.
“You don’t talk or treat a woman like that! Do you have any respect?” I approached closer. “Let her go. Fight me instead. Or are you scared?” I said, pushing his limits.
The man scoffed, throwing the woman to the ground. She hit the empty garbage bin, knocking her purse to the ground. She scrambled after it and ran away in a blink of an eye, only glancing back once mouthing a thank you.
“You’re messing with the wrong man, kiddo. A guest like you won’t last a second” He grinned, pulling off his hat letting locks of bacon hair cover his face.
A bacon. I swung first like a fool, fueled by the insult. A hit landed on my side, hunching me over. Quickly, I blocked his other punch, and kicked him on his thigh. I landed a hit to his jaw, making him stutter for a second. I tried again, but was dodged, and hit in my mouth. Fuck that hurt. I spit out the blood seeping from my busted lip onto the dirty ground. The man swung again, missing and hitting my upper arm. I tried to kick again, but he tripped him, landing with a oof. He got down and grabbed me, his arm around my neck, unrelentingly cutting off my air.
“Ugh… Y-you b-bastard!” I yelled out.
Chance steps out, exposing himself and rushes in to help. He moved behind the attacker and tore him off of me. I hit the floor, and quickly picked myself back up again.
Chance wrestled with him, both trying to gain control of the other. Chance twisted the man’s fingers and held the man down. “Phew…” Chance sighed.
Suddenly, the man shoved him off, making Chance off balance, and falling. I quickly come in to punch, knocking him back down to the ground. On his back, I sit on his arms so he can’t move. One punch, another, and a few more, mindlessly hitting despite the growing warm blunt sting in my knuckles. Two hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me away.
“Relax man, you already knocked him out. We don’t need a murder charge on us now.” Chance nervously chuckled.
I panted, out of breath. “I’m… sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Save it for later- look we better start heading back. Kay?” Chance held his hand out.
I gingerly took his hand, lifting myself up. “The shop is just at the end of this alley.”
“Are you kidding me!? We could've just ran by and never got in a fight in the first place!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
“I still would have helped that lady. You on the other hand could've." I smirked.
“Pshh well yeah, but I knew you were gonna get beat up as usual. Seriously, you’re giving me too many heart attacks every time I see you on the ground dude!”
I huffed a laugh and headed towards the shop, dragging Chance behind me. Warm light shined into the darkening street, making a welcoming presence. We walked in and Elliot was leaning against the counter, drawing on a piece of paper. He looked up, his posture perked up, surprise plastered on his face.
“H-hello! Welcome back.” Elliot smiled, shoving the drawing below the counter.
Elliot took a double look and worry filled his face. “Oh mio Dio! What happened?” He rushed from behind the counter, meeting them halfway.
“Hey! It was nothing. Had to deal with some prick that picks on women.” I quirk a smile, but a sharp sting made it fall.
“Oh…” Elliot glanced at the two of them, thinking. “I have medical supplies in the kitchen I can go grab. Just wait a minut-”
“No, no. It’s okay. I can get-” I was cut off.
“Scimunito” he said under his breath. “Just wait here. I’ll be back.” He didn’t wait for a response.
“This place is… interesting.” Chance whispered behind me, probably eye-balling everything.
I didn’t bother to reply. Elliot came back shortly after, supplies in hand and a wash cloth.
“Come. Sit.” He said, taking my hand and dragging me to a stool. “So, is this the friend you were talking about?”
“Yep. That’s me, name’s Chance.” Chance held out his hand, which Elliot eagerly took.
“I’m Elliot Builder.” Elliot grabbed the cloth and started to wash off the blood from Guest’s face. “Are you interested in the job? We pay good money.”
“Well yeah. What kind of good money are we talking about?” Chance said charismatically.
“It’s thirty five cents per hour. You’ll roughly work about eight hours or more. Days will change, but alternating days would be a good start. So… you’ll take it? How fluent in Italian are you?” Elliot said, grabbing my hands and cleaning them carefully.
“Heck yeah I’ll take it! I know some, I learned it from my casino buddies. Those Italian folk sure have taught me a few things.” Chance smiled.
Elliot paused, turning to look Chance up and down. “Casino buddies you say? Are you even old enough to go to a casino?”
Chance scoffed. “Well duh.” His tone agitated at the accusation. “Why, do I not look the part?”
Elliot shook his head. “Um, I guess you do. Anyways, my papa is still learning English. You’ll have to speak and write orders to him. It’s simple. Ask people what they want, write it down, and do it over and over. Clean occasionally when it’s slow business.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” Chance shrugged, finally taking a seat next to me.
“Great. Come by tomorrow around ten, and you can talk to my father.”
“Aight. So I got it?”
Elliot undid the roll of gauze, setting it gently on my knuckles. “Well, no. Most likely though. My father runs this place, he decides. Be charismatic and friendly, that's mostly what we’re looking for.”
“Mmm… Alright. Place looks good by the way. What’s your dad’s name?”
“Mr. Builder. Or you can call him sir.” Elliot stood up after wrapping my hand. “Alright next one. Does it hurt?”
I shook my head, letting my hands be messed with. The two talked for a bit longer, about what- I’m not sure. I spaced out during their conversation, watching Elliot’s hands work around mine. Elliot had a few scars on his hands, his fingers are long and medium sized, and a little dirty from cooking. Both of them laughing woke me from my spell, so did the loss of Elliot’s warm hands from mine.
“You okay? Rethinking your choices?” Chance joked.
I smiled, and stood up. “Not even a second thought.” I glance outside to see the sun barely peeking over the horizon. “We better get back soon or we’ll be late.”
Chance yawned. “Yeah I’m tired. And we are definitely going to be late.”
I turned to Elliot. “Thank you very much. You are too kind, I’ll be in your debt. If you need help with anything, you can count on me.”
“I’ll be sure to find you something.” Elliot joked. “It’s no problem.”
Chance grabbed my hand, yanking me towards the door. “Come on, I don’t want to be even more late.”
“Gez, okay, okay! Good night Elliot!” I yelled out before being dragged out into the night.
Elliot waved back, watching us walk past the window.
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I stood there for a minute too long, staring at my feet. That was… interesting. There's a knot in my stomach that I’ve never felt before. I mean, I’ve felt it before, but this is stronger. Strong enough it makes me want to curl over and hug myself. I force myself to flip around the open sign, clean up and head back to my room, trying to ignore the feeling. Before I go upstairs I remember my drawing. Reaching under the counter, it crinkled a little but nothing major.
I sigh, looking at the face in my drawing. I’m not the best drawer, but I have urges to draw sometimes. I drew that unique boy, Guest. He’s been running through my head all day long. I was hoping this would help, but thinking about his features just makes that knot worse. Much worse. I groan, folding the paper and heading upstairs. I slipped the piece of paper in my underwear drawer, and changed into different clothing. Once settled in bed, I tossed and turned. I’m not sure how many hours passed until I finally felt a weight on my consciousness, leading me into a deep sleep.
Notes:
Chance and Guest remind me of Steve Rodgers and Bucky Barnes tbh. maybe in a different universe they're together...
Translations:
"Oh, mio Dio" "Oh my god!"
"Scimunito" "fool/idiot"
Chapter 3
Summary:
Guest helps Elliot and they plan to go out with friends. They end up talking to each other instead. They hangout the next day and it's very cute.
Notes:
oh man college hit and so did the a03 curse. My bad for no updates lol. I make up for an overly long chapter that's longer than the previous two chapters combined.
P.s. btw they r like 16 or 17 here, I haven't decided yet.
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Chapter Text
Chance easily got the job and started a few days after they met. Chance did know a good portion of Italian already, so it was easy for him. Elliot’s father took a keen liking to the cheeky kid. Business was running smoothly. Today though, was running like a snail. Only 10 people showed up in the past four hours. Elliot internally groaned into his arm, praying for a customer.
Mr.Builder must have noticed, and had sympathy for his son.
“Elliot, perché non prendi qualche aragosta dal mercato? Posso cavarmela finché torni.”
Elliot eagerly nodded, thankful to do something. “Certo papa!” He hastily grabbed him some money and headed out in a rush.
Elliot traveled down several blocks of busy people, shoving to their destinations. Red brick buildings tower over the street, smoke in the air. A few cars were on the street, making their way to wherever. Once Elliot arrived at the fish market, he made his way down to the docks. The cement stairs going down were cracking from overuse. Looking around, vendors were selling various types of sea life; salmon, crabs, shrimps, and other exotic marine foods. He spotted the vendor he was looking for.
“How much for two lobsters, Sir?”
His calculating eyes stared at me for a second. “A dollar.” He huffed.
“What? A dollar? That’s far too much! The highest I can do is thirty five cents each.” Elliot said, annoyed.
“Look. I don’t negotiate prices. It’s a dollar or nothing. If you don’t have the money then scram kid.” He flicked his hand.
“But-”
“Ralph, I’m certain you mean twenty five cents for both. Right?” A slightly familiar spoke behind Elliot.
He turned around, Guest standing right behind him, arms crossed. Guest wore a dirty striped shirt, black pants and worn down boots. He put on his hat that was in his other hand. Walking closer, the seller recoiled back. An annoyed expression plastered on his face, knowing he had been caught.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He flicked his hand at Guest, shooing him away. “Twenty five cents for both.” He held out his hand to take the coins.
Stunned, Elliot reached into his bag, pulling out thirty cents and handing it over. Guest grabbed the lobsters, and put them in the bag. He handed them over to Elliot and smiled. They both walked away from the vendor.
Elliot looked up to Guest. “What was that about?”
“Not everyone in America takes kindly to foreigners. They think they can rip off people who don't know their way around here.” Guest sighs. “I would know. I fell for them when I was younger. Even though I grew up here, they think I don’t know the gist.”
“Well, thank you. My dad would've killed me if I spent that much. I knew the price wasn’t right…” Elliot glanced at Guest’s clothes. “What are you doing here?”
Guest reeked of salty water, fish, and sweat. Elliot had to consciously tell himself not to plug his nose. Guest shrugged and gestured around.
“I work here. Not what one would consider the funnest thing in the world, but I’m good at it.” Guest smirked. “Plus, the ladies love the muscle I’ve built over the years.” Guest further proves himself as he lifts his sleeve showing a decent amount of muscle
“Must be nice… The girls from my country definitely didn’t appreciate my build, ha! If anything, I’m better on my feet.” Elliot somberly thought back to the time a girl in his school declined him. He never asked anyone out after that; too embarrassed.
Guest sensed his sadness. “Don’t worry. When you get a bit older you’ll look handsome; girls will be all up on you. Not to say you aren’t already!” Guest laughed, slung an arm around Elliot’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
Elliot’s heart quickened. It always did that when he got complimented by Guest. Last time Guest visited the restaurant Guest told him his hair looked good when he styled it. Elliot had to leave for a second to stare into the mirror, blushing madly at the compliment. His heart almost jumped out of his chest by the way it was pounding. Maybe he just gets shy easily? Yeah… that has to be it.
Elliot glanced down at the ground, praying his cheeks aren’t red. “Thanks… anyways I should get going… thank you again.”
Guest released him. “No problem.”
Elliot turned to walk away when Guest called out. “By the way, me and my friends were going to a bar tonight. Would you like to come with us?”
Elliot turned around. Parties aren’t really his thing, but he would like to hangout with Guest more. Maybe even get to know his friends too. He contemplated for half a minute before agreeing.
“Sure. You know where to find me.”
Guest nodded his head and put on his hat, walking into the crowd. Elliot stood there for a minute watching people move around. It was mesmerizing.
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Elliot arrived back at work and began where he left off. It was painfully boring the rest of the day. Barely anyone came in to eat. Elliot felt butterflies in his stomach thinking about tonight. Hours dragged on as the sun lowered itself over the city. It was nearly purple out when we noticed a group of people walk by. It was Guest and his friends.
Guest said something to them and walked in; the bell chiming as he walked through.
“Hey Elliot! You still up to going out?”
Elliot perked up. “Yeah! But I’m still working… I thought you guys would go out later in the night.”
“Oh, I forgot about that.” He came closer, resting his arms on the counter. “When do you get off?”
“Well, usually around eight…” He glanced at the clock. 6:10 Pm. “It’s okay you can head without me.” Elliot internally cursed his job for the inconvenience.
Guest was silent before looking Elliot in the eyes. “I’ll tell them to go without us for now. I’ll stay here until then. How’s that sound?”
“No, no, no it’s fine! I-”
“No, I insist. You look bored out of your mind, the least I can do is entertain you a little bit. I’ve known those guys since I was little. It wouldn’t hurt to hangout with you for a bit. Afterwards I can show you where we’re going.” He smirked.
“I mean, if you insist I don’t mind company.” Elliot warmly smiled, touched by the offer.
“Great. One second.” Guest headed outside and talked with the group.
A few of them looked disappointed and others didn’t care. There were a few other people he didn’t recognize. A girl in particular kept looking at him, no expression on her face. She has beautiful hot pink hair and a red dress. Elliot looked down at the counter, waiting for Guest.
The bell chimed again; it’s just Guest and Elliot until 8pm strikes.
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The two talked about various subjects. Elliot learned what exactly Guest does at the docks. The labor, the people he’s met there, and some of the unique catches he’s seen. Elliot told him more about his old house and family back in Italy. Guest learned he hilariously had a dog named Formaggio and some traditions. They drifted further into their personal information.
“Your favorite color is yellow? I’ve never heard that one before.” Guest smiled.
“Yep. I don't know what it is about the color, but I love it! If I could wear it everyday, I would.”
“Mine is probably blue. I fell in love with the sea when me and my family would go to the beach. The bright clear blue always drew me in.” Guest fondly remembers that moment; he isn’t sure he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight.
“That must have been nice.” Elliot leaned in closer over the counter; his smile full of sincerity.
“It was…” Guest sighed.
The memory of his parents always struck a spike in his heart. His father and his mother were shot in an alleyway late at night. If only they left the outing ten minutes earlier, they would still be alive. Guest wouldn’t have to stay at the cold orphanage and worry about income once he turned 18. Guest looked up at the clock, it read 8:45pm.
“Oh shoot! It’s fifteen till 9!” Guest shoved his face into his hands.
“I assume we missed it?’ Elliot cautiously asks.
“Yeah. Chance is probably the only one still there. Finding himself a girl as usual.” Guest rolled his eyes and stood up.
“I-I’m sorry. You didn’t get to hangout with any of your friends.” Elliot looked at the ground.
Guest smiled. “It’s quite alright. I had fun hanging out. We should hangout more often.”
Elliot grabbed his own arm, face warm. “Really? I did too. I’m free every wednesday, thursday, and friday. Come and stop by.”
“I’ll come by tomorrow then!” Guest smiled at him.
“I’ll be looking forward to it…”
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Guest showed up the next day as soon as the restaurant opened. Elliot eagerly ran down the stairs, tripping out the door to put his shoes on. Guest, thankfully, caught him on the way down. Guest stared at Elliot as he got his shoe on, his fingers twitched wanting to fix his hair. He’s never seen Elliot out of work clothes yet, and that see-through white t-shirt makes him feel a certain way. It’s not entirely welcomed.
“Where do you want to go?” Elliot asks.
Guest cartoonishly pondered with his face. “Hmm… How about we go to this park I love. It’s a bit far away, but nothing terrible. You said you’re better on your feet, yeah? Let’s see if you can live up to that!” Suddenly Guest was off.
Stunned and unsure of where he is going; Elliot tries his best to follow Guest. He is definitely at a disadvantage here. Elliot easily catches up to Guest, but has to stay next to him since he has no idea where they’re going. It felt freeing, running like children with no boundaries around the city. The air blew through their hair and their breaths were heavy.
Soon enough, they find an area with more green than the rest of the city. Elliot pushes forward with his burning lungs and crossed through a gate that he believes is the park entrance.
“Yes!!” Elliot shouted excitedly.
Turning around, he finds Guest holding onto his knees and trying to catch his breath. After a minute he makes his way next to Elliot.
“Wow, you really weren’t lying… You’re like a god damn cheetah!” Guest breathed.
Guest’s tank top rode down a little until he fixed it. His skin is shiny from sweat and his chest is moving up and down for large gulps of air. Elliot grabbed his hand and walked into the park with Guest.
“Lead the way.”
Guest nodded and continued on a path. Trees of various kinds littered the ground. Flowers of all shapes and colors lined the path. The grass was tall and unkept. Guest didn’t realize they were still holding hands until they were almost there.
“O-oh sorry-” Guest released his hand.
“O-oh y-yeah. My bad.” A blush peaked on Elliot’s face.
After another minute of walking the two come across a large, decaying staircase. Moss covered the stone sides and steps besides in the middle. They ascended up the stairs and found a beautiful garden. There were three benches with arches over them, covered in vines. A stone circle in the middle that held a broken fountain. Off to one side is a make-shift playground. The seesaws were hand made, swings were rusted beyond repair, and the slide was definitely not safe for use.
Elliot stood there shocked. “This… is beautiful. How did you-” He was cut off by a finger pressing against his lips.
“Shhh. A man has his secrets. Me and Molly found this when we were walking around looking for a flower. She begged me to find this specific kind Matt loved.” Guest huffs a laugh. “When we found it, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her squeal louder.”
Elliot smiled. It must have been nice. “Wow, those two have been together since they were kids?”
“Yep. Love at first sight, or what- a soulmate? Not sure, but they’re in for the long run.” Guest paused looking down at Elliot’s hands.
He dreamed of the day he’d find a wife and get married, but as he got older the less likely it seemed. The first problems being that no girls were interested in him. When he got older, girls would gladly be next to him if they got to touch him. Always for his body and not himself.
Secondly, something he hates admitting, he’s never been into a girl. He tried so hard to get a girlfriend he loved. Sure, he dated a few, but they never felt more than just a purse to carry around at his side. He felt nothing when he had his first kiss, though there was an exception. A beautiful rich girl named Daisy has been the only one to spark something in him.
It was being with her while it lasted though. Guest would sneak out to surprise her at her window. They wrote letters back and forth when her parents forbidden her to go out. It wouldn’t last. She came to him one day, crying. Daisy told him she was planned to marry another boy the following year by her parents. He tried his best to stay and be with her, but his heart was broken and ceased contact with her. He hopes she’s doing well now.
A voice cut through his thoughts. “Guest?”
Guest shook his head. “Hmm? Oh sorry.”
“All good. Like I was saying, what do we do here?”
“We can play around like a bunch of little kids.” Guest snickered.
Elliot must have taken it seriously. He looked uncomfortable, contemplating, but gave in and walked towards the playground. Guest followed behind. Elliot headed straight to the swings and cautiously sat down.
“I swear to god if this breaks, I’m blaming you.” Elliot hissed, kicking his feet to start swinging.
“I guess we’ll have to see if it does.” Guest ran up behind Elliot and pushed him higher.
“Oh dio, troppo in alto! EEKK!!” Elliot tried his best not to move, fearing a twist will send him plummeting to the ground.
“You want to go higher? If you say so…” Guest said jokingly, trying his best to slow Elliot down.
He eventually got him to stop. Elliot playfully slapped his arm. Suddenly, Elliot fell to the ground.
“AH!” He screamed.
The swing finally broke under the strain. The two laughed so hard they both held onto each other.
“Follow me, I have something else to show you.” Guest beckoned Elliot.
Elliot followed Guest back to the benches, and onto another short path. There, a small wooden cabin sat vacant. They ventured into the dark house. Spider webs covered the ceiling and dust coated almost every surface.
“Stay here.” Guest walked into a room, rustling can be heard.
Guest walks back with a book and a few pieces of paper in hand. He set the supplies down on the table and lit a few candles around the couch.
“We can hang out here for a bit if you’d like. There’s plenty of books if this one doesn’t suit your fancy.”
“Woah… How did you even find this place?” Elliot questioned, he sat down and held the book in his lap.
“Me and Chance went exploring. We thought someone lived here until we tried sneaking in. It’s in perfect condition too, so we just kept coming back. It’s our secret spot.” Guest sat next to Elliot, smiling.
Elliot turned the book over to look at its contents. It was decent sized, but he still hasn’t mastered reading English yet. Elliot began reading, and Guest simply watched him. Guest pulled his legs up onto the couch, and took a hard board, pencil, and paper into his lap. He began sketching the playground they visited. A finger tapped his arm, taking his attention away from the drawing.
“What is….t-thor… ugh here just tell me.” Elliot looked annoyed.
He shoved the book in Guest’s face, his finger under a word. The line read ‘He brushed her hair thoroughly with the gold brush.’
“It’s pronounced thoroughly. It’s like when you do something with full detail, like… in-depth.”
Elliot tried to say it again and again but failed miserably. Guest barely kept his straight face watching the man.
Elliot growled and shoved the book back in his face. “Ugh… I give up. Thanks anyways.” He mumbled.
Guest smirked and went back to drawing. Suddenly, he was no longer interested in the drawing anymore. He flipped the page over and contemplated what to draw. His eyes drifted back to Elliot sitting with legs curled up to his side as he leaned on the couch. The candle lights brought out every feature and curve on his face. He never noticed how… beautiful his features were until now.
His nose stood out and so did his slightly curly yellow hair. The way his bright blue eyes sparkled the fire reminded him of that moment at the beach with his family. His fully hooded eyes and focused eyebrows drew him in. Before Guest knew it, his hand was moving the pencil against paper. His hand drew with determination on getting the picture just right.
Elliot tapped him again after what felt like ages. “What does… so- pahist- okay what does this even mean or sound like?”
Elliot gave up on trying to sound it out and hovered over Guest. Before Guest could say anything, the book disappeared from view and Elliot was openly staring at his drawing. Red rushed to Guest’s face, this is embarrassing.
“I-I ran out of drawing material- I-”
“You draw? It’s amazing Guest! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!”
Elliot carefully grabbed the drawing from Guest and analyzed every detail. Even Elliot knew he looked stunning in the image, he couldn’t believe it. Guest was taken back by Elliot’s response. Most boys would call him a weirdo and ask why he drew the other.
“This is beautiful Guest. Here- let me get back in place.” Elliot hurriedly moved back into his previous pose.
He held the book like last time and began reading again. Guest gulped, throat dry. He tried his best to continue and find that stride again. Elliot kept throwing glances at Guest, the two made eye contact several times. Every time, their hearts would beat a little faster. Guest finally finished and shakenly handed it over to Elliot. Elliot eagerly took it and grinned, all teeth.
“This is wonderful! Can I keep it?” He asked, now right beside Guest.
“I- uh yeah. Of course.”
“Don’t forget your signature. When you get famous I want to have a collectors item.” Elliot giggled.
Guest blushed at that. No one had encouraged his drawings this much before. “Right.”
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The two headed back out into the park. They walked for a bit longer and watched the wildlife surrey by them. At some point they tried to race each other, and unsurprisingly Elliot won again. On their way back to the entrance, Elliot tripped over a branch. His clothes were now officially dirty. Just great. Guest helped him up and the two passed the entrance.
The two continued to walk around until the sun touched the horizon. Elliot yawned as they rounded the alleyway corner to his house.
“I’ll see you later Elliot. Keep the drawing safe.” Guest smiled, hands in his pockets.
Elliot walked up the few steps to the back door and turned around. He smiled and ran back to Guest. He hugged him around the torso and kissed Guest on each cheek. Now that completely shocked Guest. Did- did he just kiss me? Elliot noticed his shock, and looked sheepishly.
“Sorry- It’s a common act we do in my home country.” Elliot drew on himself.
“I- I-it’s okay I just wasn’t expecting that... Don’t do that in public though, people might get the wrong idea.” Guest hesitated before doing the same thing back to Elliot.
He shakenly pecked each cheek and drew away. Elliot waved goodbye and ran up the steps and closed the door. Guest stood there stunned. This isn’t good. His hands were clammy and his heart was pounding, not to mention his face was on fire. That rare spark he felt with daisy lit in his chest.
This is seriously not good… maybe it’s just a one time thing. Guest thought to himself. On his way back to the orphanage thoughts of Elliot clouded his mind.
Notes:
"Elliot, perché non prendi qualche aragosta dal mercato? Posso cavarmela finché torni."
"Elliot, why don't you pick up some lobsters from the market? I can manage until you get back.""Oh dio, troppo in alto!!"
"Oh god, too high!!"
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Summary:
Years go by and the US joined the war. Guest gets drafted and the whole group goes out for drinks. Elliot ends up making a drunk mistake that Guest won't forget anytime soon.
Chapter Text
Summer goes, autumn flies by and winter arrives. Winter is always a trying month for everyone.
Another two years pass much the same. Elliot and Guest continued to grow closer as time passed. Guest eventually moved out of the orphanage and got his own apartment with Chance. Guest’s drawing abilities drastically improved. Elliot gladly volunteered himself to be his new subject for practice.
Meanwhile, Elliot moved to the kitchen while his father took orders up front. Builder has begun to become weaker as his age dawns on him. He got sick the previous winter and hasn’t been the same since. Elliot faced an increasing amount of bigotry from other people since he started to go out more with Guest. Guest though, claimed it was normal.
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Leafs fell from the trees, coating the ground in oranges and reds. Guest and Elliot lounged around the hidden cabin they’d found.
“Have you ever been with a dame?” Elliot suddenly asked, putting his book down.
Guest looked up, and thought. “Yes. A few actually. Why?”
“Chance told me dames like to dance with fellas. That they appreciate a good dance partner. Is that true?” Elliot rubbed his hands.
“Well… Yeah I suppose they do. You thinking about trying it out aye?” Guest smirked.
“Yeah… But I have no clue how to dance, or where to even learn.”
They sat there in silence before Guest stood up. “I can teach you. But don’t tell my friends, they’ll never stop teasing us.” He laughed.
He held his hand out for Elliot to take. He lifted him off the floor.
“Since guys have to lead, I’ll be the gal. But I’ll lead first so you know what to do.” A small blush Guest tried to hide on his cheeks.
Elliot nodded and placed his hands in the right spots. Guest then did the same. Guest guided them in a slow dance, swaying and stepping around the living room. They slowed down and reversed roles. Elliot’s first time leading was terrible, but he kept trying. They danced over and over again until skin to skin contact felt like the new normal.
By the last dance, Guest parted first. “Not bad. You’ll get there eventually.” He smirked and ruffled Elliot’s hair.
“Hey!” Elliot playfully slapped Guest’s hand away.
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Now, Elliot and Guest sat on the couch in Guest’s apartment. The curtain flowed in the spring wind. Guest sketched Elliot in his sketchbook while Elliot listened to the radio. He was in the middle of writing a letter to his family back home.
“Increasing concerns plague the American Robloxians. The Bacons invaded Czechoslovakia two days causing panic across Europe. Our president has yet to reply to our concerns of the overseas war. We have upcoming information that suspects Japan is planning an attack on the US…”
Elliot turned off the radio. The war has been a growing concern of his and everyone else’s. He hopes his family back home are okay. He doesn’t agree with how his home country has responded to the war.
“I wish the US would do something to help. I understand not wanting to get your hands dirty, but it’s the right thing to do.” Guest huffed; he was annoyed.
Elliot only nodded and continued writing his letter. Little did they know, this upcoming winter would change everything.
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A line of men flowed outside from a large official building. Powdery snow now fell slowly onto the ground. Chance, Matt and Guest waited in the long line, right at the door entrance. Japan attacked the US and now a mandatory draft was in place across the nation. Elliot also registered to the SSS, but only Chance, Matt and Guest were chosen from the lottery. They walked out with papers confirming their physical exams.
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Elliot fiddled with his hands, pacing around his room. He knew he was different; he wasn’t… correct. He suspected it before, but tried his best to believe it wasn’t true. He prayed countless nights, knees sore the next day. Being by Guest really hammered the nail in. Elliot likes boys, there's no more denying it anymore. He fell down on his bed, exhausted from over thinking. His father would be so disappointed in him.
Recalling all those homophobic jokes his dad would say and the glares he’d give fairies only made his heart sting more. He can’t let anyone know… not even Guest. Guest openly shared sympathy to queers once, but that doesn’t mean he’ll accept Elliot or not call the cops. Not to mention the possibility of being rejected. He’d lose his only friends; Matt, Molly, and Chance only hung out with him because of Guest.
The problem though, is it’s becoming increasingly harder to be next to Guest. Every time he sees his face, he has to practically force himself not to do something stupid. Elliot loves every part of him, admires him. When they walk side by side, or just sit next to each other on his couch, Elliot struggles to keep his hands to himself. Elliot groaned into his hands, shoving his face further into the blanket.
Another problem is that Guest is being drafted into the war. All wars are deadly. If the reports are true about the vast atrocities overseas, then it is a death wish. They only have a week together before his departure, and it’s tearing Elliot apart. What if he dies and he never gets to tell him how he feels? What if he dies? Elliot threw his covers over himself, protecting himself from his own thoughts and yearning. He can’t tell anyone.
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The group spent as much time together as possible. They hung out at Guest’s house, Matt’s house, and sometimes at Elliot’s restaurant. The final Saturday creeped closer. Everyone was in some way nervous, even those who weren’t transferred. On the last day, the friend group decided to go out for good luck. Almost everyone stood outside the restaurant.
Molly wore her gorgeous green dress that was definitely on the adult side. Chance wore a black vest, black dress pants, a white dress shirt, and of course his black fedora. Matt wore brown patterned pants, a beige wool vest over a white shirt, topped with a brown suit jacket. Elliot wore black patterned pants and a white tucked dress shirt, all tied together with a burgundy tie. Guest though, was the eye catcher. He wore matching deep blue pants and jacket. A textured dark tie wrapped around and down his white dress shirt. The dark colors made his hair and eyes pop.
Once they arrived at the casino (Chance’s choice) Chance quickly left them all to go do his own thing. The rest traveled to the bar next to the dance floor. A jazz band played in the background, melodies moving bodies. The place was busy; it seems like everyone else had the same idea to go out one last time. Molly quickly dragged Matt out onto the floor. His protests fell on deaf ears.
“She’s quite the feisty woman.” Guest laughed, sitting down on a stool.
“Definletly. They crack me up.” Elliot gingerly sat down next to him.
Guest called over the noob bartender and they both ordered their drinks.
“So… What are you going to do once I leave?” Guest asked.
“I’m not sure… I guess same old, same old until you get back.” Elliot shrugged and took a sip of his drink.
“Really? Not even going to try and get yourself a girl?” Guest teased.
“I… Yeah, I’ll try.”
Guest looked past his shoulder, eyeing something or someone behind him. “Or maybe… a girl will try to get you.”
Elliot tensed up and chanced a glance behind him. A red haired woman in a fitted dress staring directly at him. She noticed his attention and waved. Elliot awkwardly waved back, smiled, and turned to Guest. The same woman and another lavender haired girl appeared next to them in seconds.
“Hello boys, you guys look quite lonely over here. Mind company?” The red head asked.
The lavender haired girl shyly waved at them both, attention mostly on Guest. They each sat on both sides of Guest and Elliot.
“So what are your names ladies?” Guest asked.
“My name is Sarah.” The shy one said.
“I’m Stephenie. Just call me Steph.” Steph smirked, sipping her drink.
“Lovely to meet you two.” Guest said; Elliot nodded in agreement.
“What are two loving-looking men doing here, all alone?” Steph slithered her arms around Elliot’s.
“I’m enjoying company before I head off into war. I just had to celebrate one more time with my friends.” Guest enthusiastically said, wrapping his arm around Elliot’s shoulders.
“Yep.” Is all Elliot offered.
“Well if you’re both looking for a good time… Can I offer you a dance?” Steph leaned in closer to Elliot.
“I-I don’t dance that well-” Elliot stammered; he looked at Guest for help.
Guest didn’t catch his hint. “Oh come on, you’ve had plenty of practice. He dances real good.” Guest said the last part to Steph.
Elliot slowly got up and hastily dragged away onto the floor. Steph eagerly placed his hands in the right spots and started moving them. They moved half haphazardly, Elliot accidentally stepped on her heels a few times. His hands were clammy and tried his best to try under control. After what felt like forever, he was finally released from her grasp.
“Hmm, I bet we could dance more in the future. I can teach a few things…” She flirted, pulling his tie a little. “Sadly, I have to go. I’ll be seeing you around handsome. Meet me here next week, same time. You can practice a bit more with me.” She blushed, placing a hand on his chest.
“I- I’ll try, Stephenie.” He forced his best smile.
She kissed him at the edge of his lips and it tingled. He shakingly made his way back to the bar. Guest was gone, so he sat by himself, waiting for him. He looked out onto the dance floor and saw blue hair poking out of the crowd. Guest had also gone to dance with the other lady. From what he could see, Guest was talking to Sarah. Sarah was laughing and leaning into him.
An angry fire dwelled in Elliot's stomach. He turned around and ordered another drink. The liquor stung his throat and he felt the warmth settle in his stomach. Elliot repeated this process until his face felt hot and his surroundings fuzzy. Guest appeared next to him after a while longer.
“You okay there Elliot?” He laughed.
Elliot lazily swung his head into his crossed arms on the counter. He murmured incomprehensible Italian into his forearm and hummed. Guest looked back out to the floor, searching for Matt and Molly. They were nowhere to be seen, for all he knows they could have left an hour ago.
“Come on bud. Let’s get you home.” Guest huffed a laugh.
Guest supported Elliot with his arm and the two made their way outside.
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Elliot stumbled out onto the sidewalk with Guest holding him up. He leaned most of his body weight on him, basically dragging his feet.
“Don’t go limp on me now.” Guest lifted Elliot a bit higher for a better grasp.
“Mmmhmm…” Elliot nodded.
They clumsily make their way back to Elliot’s house, but Elliot stops him suddenly.
“Back door… front is locked.”
Guest led them to the back dark alley way. A bright warm light shined above the door casting harsh shadows down onto them.
“Do you need help or-”
Elliot placed a hand on his chest and stepped closer.
“No. I’m… fine.” Elliot closed his eyes.
He swayed there for a minute, Guest waited patiently.
“Why didn’t they choose me? I…I’m gonna miss you so much, ya know?” Elliot tilted his head down to his feet, wetness around his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when you’re gone.” He croaked out.
Suddenly, he looked back to Guest with new passion. “If you die I will kill myself and haunt your ass in the after life, got me?” Elliot poked his finger harder into Guest’s chest.
Guest laughed. “Whatever you say Elliot…I promise I’ll be back. I’m strong, I know I’ll be fine.” He took Elliot’s hand off his chest, amused by his sudden drunk antics.
Elliot stood there, contemplating hard. He gripped the fabric of Guest’s shirt. He looked sorrowful. Elliot pulled him into a quick fierce hug and let go.
“Guest… I’m serious… I’ve never… met someone like you before. You’re all I have.” He looked up into his eyes.
Guest didn’t know what to do. Should he express how he feels too? Elliot wouldn’t remember anyways.
Elliot then rose on his toes. “Mi dispiace. Ti prego… Perdonami…”
Guest was about to open his mouth, but another pair of lips crashed onto his. All the air in his lungs vanished; Elliot is kissing him. Guest’s hands shook at his side, stunned at the action. The kiss was short, just a small peck that lasted a few seconds. Elliot stammered back, almost tripping on a step. He hastily turned around and slammed the door shut behind him.
Guest stood there for a good five minutes. His fingers brushed his lips. That just happened. Maybe it was a mistake? Yeah…that’s what it was. Guest’s core shook, remembering the scene over and over again. It was wrong, so wrong, yet it felt so right.
He numbly backed his way out of the alley and made his way home. His brain drained of any previous thoughts. He went home, took a shower, and went to bed. Before he fell asleep, he ghosted his fingers across his mouth, remembering what Elliot did. Maybe Elliot was just too drunk and thought he was a girl. Maybe… Probably not.
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Summary:
Guest isn't feeling the best and has a bad first day at camp. Guest and Matt go to war. Now, Guest has to face something he really doesn't want to.
Notes:
Hhhhh I got the a03 curse idk when the next chapter will be out since this fic is just something I planned to do on the side. But man...I have SO MANY one-shot ideas it's scary. Idk if the next update will be here or a short story for my other book.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
When Guest set his personal bag down on the cold industrial train, he didn’t know how to feel. The ghost of Elliot’s lips on his haunts his own. He sat next to Matt; they were both heading the same way. Chance was stationed in another camp for training so he is on a different train. It’s early morning and the sun has barely made it over the horizon of the city scape.
“Y’know, Ima miss my pretty lady so much.” Matt smirked, “You shoulda see Molly last night Guest. God, she is the prettiest dame out there.”
Matt made lovey-dovey eyes, clasping his hands together. Guest turned to him and smiled. Matt is always head over heels for that girl, and he doesn’t blame him. Molly is independent and takes no shit from any man. Guest thinks that's why Matt loves her so much; because she's a force to be reckoned with.
“Yeah I bet you guys did.” Guest smiled.
“Hey, where did you and Elliot go yesterday anyways? Me and Molly kind of got um… side tracted and left.” A blush covered Matt’s face as he rubbed his neck.
Remembering the kiss, Guest froze. “He got a bit too drunk after he danced for a bit. I had to take him home afterwards. Dude could barely walk.”
“Too bad he didn’t show up to see us off this morning. Chance told me he said he wasn’t feeling the best, which makes sense.” Matt shrugged.
Guest nodded in agreement. Needing a distraction, Guest reached into his bag and pulled out a small, torn-up sketch book and a carpenter pencil. He drifted off into drawing under the rumble of the train leaving his home behind. Matt, being the charismatic guy he is, left to search for new card game partners to play with. Guest drew mindlessly; his strokes are careful with precision.
A window here, more shading there, and a few cracks in the pavement that people always swarmed through during lunch time. The paper contained a familiar street view of the apartment building he used to live in with his friends. It looked decent, but without the real thing, it felt a bit disproportionate from his memory. He flipped the page and began anew.
Thinking for a moment, he starts drawing lines, ovals, and various shapes to create a form. He began to contour a familiar jaw line he knew by principle. He knew exactly how his cheek looked in this angle because he studied it a thousand times. The shape of those eyes and how those light eyelashes rested. Slightly curly hair fell on his face and over his shoulders. Lastly, the freckles that scattered across his face like stars in the night sky.
He pulled away from the finished piece and stared at it. It was Elliot in a similar pose that he last drew him in. When Guest was lost on what to draw, Elliot always becomes his go to subject. He gripped the pencil; hands shaking and heart aching. The beat drummed against his chest and his hands began to sweat.
He hastily flipped the next page over and quickly ran his pencil dark on the paper. He kept going and going, letting the pencil glide across the paper. The process was a haze and Guest didn’t remember most of it. On the paper, graphite painted a dark alley and a bright light. Elliot stood there, his feature enhanced from the light.
Guest dropped the pencil into his book and shut his sketch book, shoving it back down into his bag. His fingers ran through his hair, sighing deeply. He knew he was going to have to confront this sooner or later. The feelings began just last winter when Elliot’s father caught an illness. Guest stayed the night with Elliot when the doctor broke the bad news to Elliot. His heart fluttered listening to Elliot’s soft breathing while he fell asleep half under Guest in Elliot’s bed.
So firstly, Elliot kissed him, but he was drunk. Secondly, it felt amazing and dangerous. The rush of adrenaline he had afterwards was intense. Even more intense than helping Chance steal from a shop. Thirdly, Elliot is beautiful and it makes his heart flutter just imagining those golden locks curling around his face. And god his eyes, his eyes are the best part.
And then there is reality. He knew they wouldn’t be able to do the things normal couples could. They would have to live through the agonizing pain of having to hide everything. Always one step too far away to hold. Not to mention it’s illegal, they could get arrested or beat up.
Elliot deserved a wife to come home to after work, to eat out with, to dance with, someone to love. Someone who wasn’t him because it just wasn’t right. Guest has no problem with queers, but he knew it was asking for trouble to come. He never pictured himself as one of them, his stereotype just didn’t fit him. So he can’t be one, right? Not to mention that Elliot may have just done something stupid that he thought was funny under the influence.
A beginning threat of a headache bloomed across his forehead. He’ll save this for another time. He rubbed his fingers across his head and shifted his bag into a makeshift pillow. Sliding down, he rested on the bag and forced his eyes shut. Sleep sounds really good right now.
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When the train arrived closer to the camp, a muscular bald man stood up and announced in a booming voice to everyone.
“Alright. Listen up maggots! We all know we are here for one purpose only, and that is to eradicate any Bacons on the field! You all will get a tour and then place your things in your own according bunk. Questions?” Before anyone could answer he said, “That’s what I thought.”
As soon as Guest arrived at the training base, he was met with the typical harassment and bullying he’s experienced. A particular boy with spiky dark brown hair was the first bully to show his face. When Guest was unloading his bag at his bunk, a pair of hands pushed him from behind. Guest caught himself on the mattress before he could land face first onto it.
“They’re really recruiting anyone aren’t they? A guest? I thought your kind died a long time ago; seeing how weak and pathetic as Guests are.”
Guest didn’t respond as he pushed himself back up and fixed his hair. He sternly glared at the other man before working on unpacking again.
“Did you not hear me punk? You don’t speak my language?” The bully said in a mocking tone and pushed Guest’s shoulder. Two other boys showed up from behind.
“I heard you just fine and it’s none of your damn business.” Guest growled.
The kid snatched his sketch book and began to look through it. Guest tried to get it back, but the other two boys quickly held his arms.
The boy flipped through the book. His face slowly grew disgusted as he kept flipping through. “Gez. You’re a Guest and also a faggot?”
The boys holding him back barked laughter into Guest’s ears.
“I’m not a fucking Faggot you assholes!” Guest tore himself from their grip and punched one of the kids in his nose.
He fell to the ground and groaned, sliding himself away. The other one was startled so it was easy to trip him.
“Then why do you have a ‘pretty’ little boy in here, aye? Half of this is just him.” He scrunched his nose and threw the book onto his bed.
Guest snatched it up. “He offered to let me draw him. It’s nothing more than that. Don’t accuse me of being a fairy dipshit.” He huffed, “Even if I was, it doesn't matter. This is war.”
“Well we’re sleeping in the same quarters so I’m pretty sure it is my damn business.” He stepped closer.
“Look. I’m not in the mood to fight right now. I don’t care whatever it is about me that offends you so much.”
“Of course, your parents never taught you decency-” His sentence died off as a fist landed on the right side of his face.
He stumbled back, barely catching the bars of the bed on his way down. A yelp escaped his mouth as Guest pushed him fully onto the ground. A group of the others that left earlier conveniently made their way back just in time to see the scene.
He scrambled back up to his feet. “You mother fucker! You’ll pay for that!”
His face was red from the rage and embarrassment. He swung loosely and Guest easily shielded himself from the hit. Guest punched his gut, but not enough force to knock him down.
Suddenly a voice interrupted the two, “Ahem.”
They both look at a stern looking individual who radiated the word ‘stern’. Their drill sergeant stood straight looking expectantly at the two. The two boys behind Guest scrambled away.
“Is there a problem, recruits?”
The two looked at each other. Both of their faces were filled with disdain for the other.
“This kid seems to have a problem with Guest here.” Matt bravely came from behind, defending his friend.
“I wasn’t talking to you Matt. If that is the case, then I would like to let you know that no matter who is on the field, you are all fighting for the same thing. No one will be treated differently. Got it? And no rough housing in here. If there is, then don’t let me know.” He pinched the crease in between his eyebrows, “Understood?”
The two quickly nodded. The kid shot Guest a dirty glare before walking away to his own bunk on the other side of the building. Matt patted his friend’s back and left Guest to put his stuff away.
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The first day was boring. Rules and regulations was all they went over, and they ran a few laps around the track. The second day wasn’t as kind. They started early in the morning with rope ladders and poles that lead into sand. There were other makeshift training obstacles they had to pass through. By the end of the day, every man was sweaty and exhausted.
The days that passed were similar. Get up early and run, do drills, then do a workout set that lasts two hours. It hurt like hell, but it felt amazing. It wasn’t until a week later when everyone was laying in their beds, relaxing while they could. Guest took out a blank piece of paper and stared at it. He's not sure why he wanted to, but he felt a desire to write to Elliot about his first few days. Taking the pencil from his night stand, he began to write.
To Elliot Builder,
Hey Elliot! Me and Matt made it just fine to the base in case you were worried. Already had someone bother me which sucked. Don’t worry, he got what was coming to him though. The food is alright and the training lasts all day. It’s rough, but nothing too bad. Hope your restaurant didn’t burn down in the week I’ve been gone.
Guest 1337
Below the text he drew the playground from the abandoned park they used to visit. He folded the letter up and put it in his drawer so he could send it off tomorrow. Guest threw his covers over his aching body and easily fell asleep.
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One week passed until Guest got a response back from Elliot. Once Guest was done training for the day, he slowly opened the folded letter. Semi-neat cursive filled the top portion of the page and his heart pounded.
To Guest 1337,
Hello Guest! Glad to know things are going well. Make sure you teach those bullies their lesson (I know you will anyways) I wish I was there to make everyone food instead of what you guys have there. I heard in great detail about the food from Molly when Matt sent her a letter.
Also, no, the pizza place hasn’t burnt down. Do not fret! By the way, I wanted to let you know that you got this. Stay strong and brave for me out there. Okay? I appreciate the drawing. You should send me more.
Best regards,
Elliot Builder
At the bottom was a poorly drawn picture of himself giving a thumbs up. Guest chuckled loudly at the letter. It was so Elliot, he couldn’t help his chuckles escaping his mouth. He stared at the letter for a few more minutes before he put it away. Laying against the pillow, he thought back to the last night they had with each other.
Did Elliot really feel that way towards him? He never paid attention before. To be honest, Guest just thought his shyness was normal from where he came from. Maybe all this time it wasn’t? Elliot didn’t say anything in the letter about that night either. Maybe he forgot?
Guest decided if Elliot never brought it up, then he wouldn’t either. Yeah, definitely. But then again, Elliot said sorry. So he must have been aware of his actions? Guest shook his head and decided his brooding wasn’t going to change anything. It’s not like he could just write “Hey! By the way, did you sincerely mean that kiss between us? You know, the illegal kind.”
Guest wrote back another letter about all the things that have happened at camp so far and the people in it. He added a small drawing of Matt at the bottom, hoping Elliot would appreciate the effort. While drawing, Guest pondered about his own feelings towards Elliot. In the end, he concluded that he shouldn't pursue Elliot.
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Things stayed the same as before. Each day training got harder, Guest and Elliot wrote and received letters from each other, and then the day ended with nightfall. Guest did that for about two months before their team got transferred to a station in Europe. Elliot and Guest’s letters took longer to travel to each other, receiving two letters every month.
Their letters varied. Elliot sent a flower in one of his letters, saying that it was the first flower that bloomed that year. It also just happened to be Guest’s favorite flower. Sometimes Guest didn’t even write anything and only sent a drawing. Elliot would return a drawing of his artist nature. Everytime, it made Guest laugh every time.
Guest and Matt’s unit was stationed in a neutral area where they supervised travelers crossing over the border. Everyday the posts were packed with people trying to flee. He got stuck as a body guard and dealt with any complications from travelers. A month later, they were transferred onto the field.
Their first mission was a stunning success. They easily took over a small Bacon camp along the border. The missions got harder over time, and they lost a few faces along the way. Matt and Guest stayed strong. They also found out they work excellent together, so much so that they were stationed as partners in action.
The next mission would be unbeknownst to them, their last unit mission. They were tasked with getting classified information from a Bacon commander from a large facility. The commander set up a plan and told everyone their spots for a sneaky infiltration. Matt was responsible for grabbing the classified documents once the team had completely distracted the Bacons.
It didn’t go as planned. The Bacons shot several men straight away and their unit barely left Matt with any time to grab the documents. He rushed into the office, grabbing as much paper work as he could. He piled everything into his arms, but a cold click behind his head stilled him.
“I’d reckon you put that back, soldier.” A cold voice said behind him.
The muzzle of the gun pressed against his head and Matt shakenly put the paper back down. He could hear his own breath. His hands were sweaty and cold.
“S-sorry. I’m just doing my job. I have a wife…please.” Matt whispered.
The gun fell away from Matt’s head, “Just for that stunt your team did I should kill you. You’re lucky I’m feeling kind today.”
He heard him take a few steps back, Matt didn’t dare move. A loud shot rang out and Matt buckled to the floor groaning. His upper thigh was shot.
“GAH!!” Matt felt tears spring in his eyes.
“Go back to where you came from and tell them about me. You will never win this war. Make it easier for both of us and tell your people it’s useless.”
Suddenly a gasp from behind drew Matt’s attention. Guest came from behind the Bacon wrapping his arm around the Bacon’s neck. Guest’s other hand struggled with his gun and it eventually slipped out of his hand. Guest then knocked the Bacon onto the floor and reached for the gun.
They struggled over each other, but Guest got to the gun first and turned it in Bacon’s direction. A single bullet landed exactly in the middle of his neck and blood pooled quickly onto the floor.
“Fuck…” Guest rasped out of breath.
He quickly turned his attention to Matt who was groaning on the ground. Guest undid his shirt and quickly tore it. He wrapped it tightly around the wound and did his best to stand Matt up. Guest dried as much blood as he could off his hands and grabbed the papers.
“Come on buddy. I know it hurts, but you’ll be okay. We just have to make it to the bottom floor.”
They limped as fast as they could to the outside where their commander quickly came by to help transport Matt to medical. They hopped into the truck and quickly sped away, leaving behind the rest of their dead crew. The medical team was fast to act and tried their best to pull out the bullet. After they cleaned and bandaged his wound, Matt slept on the medical bed. All that survived that day was the valuable bloody documents, an injured Matt, the commander, and Guest.
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Once Matt could stand, the commander informed them that they will be heading back to New York until they find another team and get Matt healed fully. Guest immediately felt relief, but it was quickly interrupted by the fact he’d have to see Elliot again. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to see Elliot. It was the opposite. Since he left New York for training camp, his yearning for the other man only increased. He even caught himself drifting off during battle remembering the way his bright warm smile made his stomach flip.
On the ride back, a thought plagued his mind. What was he going to do when he saw Elliot? God, he missed Elliot so much it hurt. His nerves were a wreck, foot bouncing in anticipation. Then, there's the awkward talk they’re going to have. It would be easier to just ignore it and pretend nothing happened, but this is Guest. He thought more about it, and decided can’t let things go, he has to know. If it turns out Elliot truly does love him; then above all else, he can’t let himself get swept away.
Notes:
kind of rushed this one but i might fix it or rewrite it if it's that bad lol
also a few lines and scenes are inspired by the last guest movie
Chapter 6
Summary:
Elliot hates himself, but there is still hope! Molly has great news. Elliot and Molly meet up with the boys. Elliot and Guest have a moment <3
Notes:
Wrote this in a single setting. You are welcome! This might be the most I've wrote in a single day *shocked face* (3.69k)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Elliot stumbled into the pitch-dark building. He hastily ran up the stairs, making the whole staircase rumble under his weight. Oh fuck, he just kissed Guest. Oh god, oh god. His thoughts ran a thousand miles, aimlessly remembering every moment. Elliot kicked his shoes off and undressed messily.
It wasn’t until salty tears hit his lips that Elliot realized he was crying. Wet streaks stained his cheeks, burning with regret. God, he is so fucking stupid. He threw himself on his bed, burrowing into the sheets as desperate curses and frantic Oh gods tumbled through his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, darkness pulsing behind his lids.
He gripped the covers so tightly his knuckles whitened. He fought to slow his mind, but the panic was relentless, clawing at his thoughts. Reality cut through his drunken haze, leaving only terror and self-loathing. He tossed and turned, choking on anxiety until exhaustion finally dragged him toward a restless, uneasy sleep.
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His heart slowed, and Elliot actually fell asleep! But it was only for thirty minutes. Loud banging at his door woke Elliot up. His head pounded from a hangover. He made his way to the door and opened it.
“Hey, are you-” Chance’s words died when he saw Elliot’s face. “Geez, did you get hit by a train or what? How much did you drink?”
“No… I don’t wanna talk about it. I have a really bad hangover right now.” Elliot gripped his stomach and pushed Chance aside.
“You don’t say.” Chance raised an eyebrow.
He quickly walked to the toilet, heaving a few times and finally barfing into it. He groaned. God, he felt terrible. Chance followed him, leaning against the bathroom doorway.
“Yeah… you should stay here, okay? I’ll let Matt and Guest know you said goodbye to them.” Chance bent over to rub Elliot’s back before bidding his goodbyes with his classic, charismatic smile.
Once Chance left, Elliot puked again because Chance just reminded him of Guest. His butterflies decided to come out, remembering the night before. Oh fuck. Elliot stayed curled around the toilet again, leaning his aching head on the toilet seat. He felt like absolute shit.
“Oh, Elliot…” Builder appeared at the entrance a few minutes later and put his hand on Elliot’s head. “Take all the time you need, mio figlio. I will be downstairs.”
Elliot pushed himself off the toilet and up with his weak arms, “I am okay, Dad.”
Builder helped him the rest of the way and smiled. “You have a bit of… uh, you know, in your hair,” he pointed.
Elliot sighed even louder. “Thanks, I’ll clean up and head downstairs. Sorry, Papa...”
Builder left him to shower. Reluctantly, Elliot turned on the water and began to undress. The water was cold as hell and took a few minutes to warm up. Elliot decided to sit on the tub floor because standing up made his head throb.
What is he going to do? Guest will probably never want to see him again, and that's understandable. He’s a pervert, fairy, or whatever else people call them. Oh god, what if he told Matt? A scene in Elliot’s head appeared: Matt and Guest laughing on the train, calling him all sorts of names. They would never do that… well, okay, maybe he didn’t know for sure, but he knows they aren’t cruel.
Groaning in his hands, Elliot keeps thinking about all the mistakes he’s made in the past twenty-four hours. He ruined everything they had between them because he couldn’t fucking control himself. He shouldn’t have gotten drunk on his sorrows and jealousy, but he did. But fuck, when he pressed his lips onto his for a second or two, it was absolutely breath-taking. A shiver runs down his spine just thinking about it.
Elliot shook his head and finally began to wash himself. He rubbed his hair wash into his scalp slowly. It helped his stinging headache focus on something else. He kept massaging it into his head even though he should have rinsed by now. It felt so good, but it would feel better if someone else did it. Guest would do an amazing job-
Elliot stilled. No. Don’t go there. He probably won’t be in your life anymore. But hell, it’s hard to let go of your first best friend ever. Elliot isn’t even sure that Guest will… make it out alive. He’s going to war for fuck sake. And that thought just makes everything worse.
He could live knowing that Guest married a beautiful woman, started a family with her, and pursued his dreams. But death? God, that just makes him want to curl up even tighter than he already is. Guest could never make it back, and he would never know until they had already made his grave stone.
Elliot hugged his knees and put his head under the stream. Warm hot tears threatened to fall. It stung trying to keep them in, but it was useless. He started crying in the shower like a god damn kid. The stream numbed his entire body; he tried focusing on how the water pounded on his skin. When did he become so pathetic?
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Elliot’s not sure how long he spent in the shower, but all his digits were wrinkled. He turned off the water and dried himself off. Picking his work clothes, he began to dress himself. Same old, same old. Walking into the bathroom again, he instantly groaned. He snatched the hairbrush and cautiously began to brush a mess.
His hair is knotty from tossing and turning last night. It hurt like hell and only worsened his headache. Tugging at his hair, he tried wetting it down some more. He really regrets growing his hair out now. At first, he forgot to get it cut, and then Guest decided to draw him that day. It was the most beautiful drawing he’d ever seen of himself. Even Guest agreed that he looked striking.
It was definitely not the typical length, but he loves it when Guest draws him with that length. His curls perfectly positioned themselves around his face. The longer his hair was, the longer Guest spent drawing him, and god, Elliot loved every part of it. He thrived under the attention of Guest’s analyzing eyes.
Then a thought popped into Elliot’s head. What if I mixed up my feelings for Guest? Maybe Elliot fell in love with the way Guest would pay attention to him. Guest spent several hours every week just looking at him. Elliot couldn’t decide if he was happy or saddened by the idea.
It does make a good excuse, though. If Guest (if he even talks to Elliot anymore) brings up the kiss, he can just blame it on Guest drawing him. Yeah… that’ll definitely work. Ugh, who is he kidding? It probably won’t.
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At work, Guest is the only thing he could think about. When he sleeps, Guest is there haunting every dream. Even when Elliot tried to walk around the city to clear his mind, he would remember all the shit they did together throughout the city. He couldn’t escape.
Molly came by to visit a few days after Matt and Guest left. They hung out for a little while int the pizzeria, which made him a bit happier. She left shortly after, though, and yet again Guest plagued his mind again. Life dragged on as usual, except now his friends were gone and going into war soon.
After a week and a half since Matt, Guest, and Chance left, Elliot surprisingly received a letter in the mail. His heart pounded against his chest. He recognises that handwriting anywhere. His hands itched to open the letter. He knew it would end with pain after he read it though, so he waited until he could no longer.
Elliot sat down on his bed and tried his best to open the letter as carefully as he could with shaking hands. He tore it slowly and hesitantly opened the letter. Closing his eyes and taking a breath, he opened it and read the text.
Well… it wasn’t what he thought it would be. Guest sounded normal; he even joked like nothing happened. Elliot re-read the letter several times, trying to seek out any clues, but there were none. His heart raced at the possible chance that when Guest got back, they could still be best friends. God, he prays that he will.
With a sigh of relief, Elliot stood up and took the letter to his desk. He pulled out lined paper and began to write. He erased and rewrote his letter so much that he decided to just start over on another piece. This time it was neat and easier to read. Quickly adding an end, he folded it up and ran to the post office as soon as possible.
Elliot quickly got another letter. It was like nothing happened between them, and it relieved Elliot to no end. Maybe Guest forgot? When he got a letter in the mail, he got all giddy and excited to know Guest wrote a letter just for him. Guest always added a drawing just for him.
Elliot also added things in his letters. A horrible doodle, a pencil, an eraser, and the first blooming flower he found in the park they used to go to. In Guest’s letters, he would always thank Elliot for the trinkets. It began a new routine between them. Guest wrote two times a week, and Elliot always responded as soon as possible.
In the meantime, as winter started to fade, Elliot’s father didn’t hold up so well. He is still weak even after recovering from his previous illness. Some days, Builder lasted half the day before having to lie back down in bed. Other days, Elliot had to work by himself and take care of his father after he closed. It’s a lot to run a two-person business with only one person, but he couldn’t risk spending money they needed to hire another person.
Sales have increased since they came overseas; they even had enough to open another shop somewhere else. But they couldn’t. Builder was in charge; he had so much more knowledge that Elliot didn’t know or hasn’t experienced yet. Elliot wasn’t as good at managing expenses as his father was and amongst other business-related skills.
Elliot eventually ran the restaurant by himself. He secretly paid Molly a little bit of money to help out his father while he worked. At night, his father taught him all the practices he knew. It hurt to see his dad suffering in his bed for months. His dad, who used to pick him up, carry him around, stand up for him, and help him with basically everything. It was a stark difference from the present.
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One day, Molly came rushing in through the store’s door. She ran up to the counter, not even caring that she was interrupting him in the middle of an order.
“Elliot!! They’re coming back!” She announced.
Unsure of what she meant, he asked, “What? Who is coming back?”
Her smile widened and filled her entire face, “Guest and my Matt! They’re coming back!”
Elliot didn’t mean to drop his notepad, but it just slipped. He stepped out from behind the counter and hugged Molly tightly. They were coming back! Oh god, Guest was coming back. Fuck he didn’t even care if Guest changed his mind suddenly and didn’t want to hang out anymore. All that mattered was that he’s alive! Alive!
Elliot stepped back and grabbed her shoulders, “When are they coming back?”
“In two days! They’ll be here in the morning, Matt wrote to me. Oh Elliot, I’m so happy, eek!!!” She forced Elliot into a crushing embrace.
Elliot had to embarrassingly tear Molly off of him because his waiting customers were watching them.
“That’s amazing, Molly! Just- hold on a second.” He awkwardly smiled and glanced at his customers.
She got the hint and stood by. Elliot quickly excused himself and took their orders as fast as possible. He made and placed the orders into the oven to bake. While he waited for them to bake, he went back to Molly.
“So, any more details?” Elliot eagerly questioned.
“Matt said they're heading back here for a few weeks until they find another unit to pair up with. Their last mission didn’t go so well. I don’t know the details, but Matt told me Guest saved him!” Her smile radiated across the entire room.
Elliot was also smiling like an idiot, but when she hinted that they needed a new team, his smile faltered. What happened to their team? Did they all die? Oh god, Elliot’s heart sank. He sat down on an empty stool and placed his bent fingers over his lips. Guest should have almost died then, too, right?
“A-are they both okay?” Elliot stuttered.
Molly’s smile softened, “Yeah. Matt wrote long and hard about how angry he was about getting shot in the leg.” She chuckled, “Guest thankfully got by with only a few stitches, I think. He didn’t really state much more, sorry.”
Elliot smiled and hugged Molly again. He couldn’t be happier.
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Elliot and Molly waited at the docks early in the morning two days later. Molly skipped whatever things she had planned, and Elliot closed the restaurant for the day. Elliot tapped his foot while his stomach did twists and turns. He was finally going to be able to see Guest again! Neither one of them was able to hide their smiles..
It was still dark and cold out, but thankfully, Molly brought a blanket. She would be a great mother, Elliot just knew it. Roughly an hour later, a medium-sized ship slowly made its way to the docks. They knew it was the one they were looking for because Matt stupidly hobbled out onto the deck and waved at them once he spotted them. Guest appeared behind him not long after.
The boat barely made it to the corner of the dock before Molly bravely jumped, climbed onto the deck, and twirled Matt around. Despite being female, she sure was strong. Elliot decided to stay on the dock and wait for them to get off. His eyes went straight to Guest’s face. It looked more worn and tired than he’d ever seen.
Guest jumped down, but didn’t make a move toward Elliot. They stared for a few seconds before Elliot couldn’t take it any longer and closed the gap between them. Elliot wrapped his arms around Guest’s waist as tightly as he could. Guest was finally here with him. Elliot couldn’t hide that stupidly large grin from forming on his face. He crushed his eyes together so no tears would leak out by accident.
Guest slowly lifted his arms up and carefully hugged Elliot. His large presence felt like heaven; he missed Guest so much. Elliot chalked it up to Guest being wary from the war. War isn’t pretty; it’s not supposed to be. When Elliot slowly pulled away to his face, Guest’s eyes were unreadable.
He wasn’t smiling like Elliot; he almost looked like he was pained and shocked. Elliot’s smile quickly faltered.
“Guest? What’s wrong?”
Guest stared at Elliot and opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Molly and Matt coming down after they placed a ramp down to the dock.
“Elliot! What’s going on, man!” Matt waved as Molly held him up.
Elliot untangled himself from Guest and missed his warmth immediately, “Nothing much, same old, same old. How about you?”
“Besides almost dying and getting shot in the leg, I’m doing quite lovely.” He turned to Molly with hearts in his eyes when he said the last part.
“Less talking, more walking,” Molly smirked towards Matt, who sheepishly smiled back.
“Yeah, sorry guys, I would love to hang out but my leg is killing me and Molly-” Molly kissed his cheek and slowly made Matt keep walking, “Uh, you know…” Matt blushed.
“We’ll be in the infirmary for a week or two, so you know where to find us!” Molly shouted.
Guest and Elliot nodded and waved them goodbye. Elliot, still star-struck from the whole ordeal, was surprised when Guest roughly grabbed Elliot's hand and dragged him off. Guest didn’t say where they were heading, but Elliot let himself be dragged off. Guest looked almost rigid as he walked; he never looked behind to check on Elliot.
Guest apparently was heading to his own apartment. Molly was paid to keep it clean and tiny until the two made it back. As for how they got to keep their apartment? Elliot has no clue. Guest slammed the door of the complex building open and quickly made his way up the stairs.
“H-hold on Guest-” Elliot tripped because Guest was going too fast.
He stopped and waited for Elliot to catch his breath. Guest gripped his hand tighter and led them up the rest of the way to his room. Guest hastily fumbled his keys and swung open the door. He practically pulled Elliot in and slammed the door shut. Okay, Elliot was a bit concerned because he's never acted like this before.
He cautiously looked up and froze. Guest looked like he was about to cry. His eyes screamed anguished, and his bottom lip sucked in like he was biting it. His eyebrows squeezed closer, touching each other, as he closed his eyes and put his face into his hands. Guest’s shoulders were shaking.
“Guest, are you okay? What’s-”
Two strong hands grabbed Elliot’s arms, and they looked at each other.
“Elliot.” His voice came out rough and scared, “I can’t…” Guest looked down.
“Can’t what? What-”
“Fuck. Elliot…” He sounded like he just got stabbed.
Guest gripped Elliot’s arms tighter. Elliot slowly brought his arms up to carefully hug Guest. Guest quickly hugs Elliot until it’s hard to breathe. It’s so warm. They stay in each other’s embrace until their arms hurt from hugging tightly for so long.
“Do you remember the night before I left?” Guest whispered in his ear, nudging his face against his neck.
Elliot gulped. Oh god, they were having the conversation that he deeply didn’t want to have. What was he supposed to say again? He thought about this scene over and over again, and now he can’t even formulate a response. Sighing, Elliot knew telling the truth was a fucking bad idea. Probably the worst one he has ever had, but that didn’t stop him from letting the words slip out.
He choked out a whisper, “Y-yeah.”
Guest held him tighter, which was not the response Elliot expected.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Elliot trembled.
Guest sharply sucked in his breath and hesitantly began, “Is it as difficult for you as it is for me?” His words were as fragile as glass.
Elliot stiffened in his grip. He knows exactly what Guest is talking about. And god, it is. It is so fucking hard. Guest looked directly into his eyes, which made it harder to speak.
Elliot’s lips trembled, “Yeah.” He looked down at the floor. This was really happening, “I thought you wouldn’t….”
The entire world froze. It was just them and this moment. The city’s constant noise completely stopped. Elliot carefully lifted his eyes to Guest’s and saw Guest crying for the first time. It was surreal and completely foreign.
“Crap.” Guest choked out, shutting his eyes.
Guest opened his eyes slowly and looked Elliot in the eyes, and then looked down at Elliot's lips. They both pulled into each other, like how planets collide together from gravity. They brush their lips together. Both of them are trembling.
Guest moves in first and softly kisses Elliot. It’s sweeter and unrushed. It’s slow, so, so slow. Every second feels like a minute. They kept hesitantly going back for more, scared of how strong the desire is. It felt so right. Fuck what people say about this, it felt correct. It had to be. How could people despise this? Guest parted ways first. Both were trying to catch their breath.
“That was-” Guest huffed out.
“Amazing.” Elliot finished.
Elliot nibbled anxiously at his inner lip, looking up at Guest. Guest knew what Elliot was thinking because he was thinking the same thing. What now? Guest lowered his eyes to the ground, deep in thought. Then, he moved closer until their noses touched.
He smiled weakly and gripped Elliot’s clothes tighter, “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes…please.” He whispered.
Now it was Elliot’s turn to try his best not to cry. He failed miserably, and he choked out a sob. He rubbed his face into Guest’s chest and cried. Elliot kept crying as Guest slowly moved them towards the couch. He sat down with Elliot, still gripping him for dear life.
Guest rubbed his back and rested his chin on Elliot’s golden locks. Slowly, Elliot began to ease the sobbing. When his breath finally slowed, they sat there holding each other.
“M’tired…” Elliot meekly spoke into Guest’s chest, “I love you.” He whispered.
Guest mumbled back into his hair, “I love you too.”
Guest pulled Elliot closer until their chests pressed against each other. He slid them down on the couch with Elliot on top. Swinging their legs up onto the couch, they lay there feeling each other’s chest move. The world still felt frozen in place. Before Elliot drifted off into sleep, he heard Guest whisper in his ear.
“I love you…”
Notes:
I wanted them to kiss :D Also I will maybe be adding a small snippet of Guest's POV because he had a lot going in that noggin of his that I'd love to write out.
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