Ellie and Simon - Halloween Party!
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om_mainThe two friends dance together. It's super awkward and super sweet.
Despite all of her love for the costumes and the decor, Ellie mostly partook in her favourite party activity of staying along the wall. It was easier to tune out people's thoughts these days, so the gatherings were not so overwhelming anymore. However, she still picked up on some things, and the few in the cluster that caught her attention held it.
Mostly that tended to consist of those kindred souls she found herself drawn to. The boy with the camera along the next wall was one, and Ellie eventually decided to approach him.
Simon seemed so focused on what his camera was catching, so Ellie waved her hand in front of it quickly to get his attention--only to pull back again just as suddenly. The offending hand curled up under her chin, and Simon would get a shy smile when he finally did look toward her.
Simon did look at her immediately, eyebrows raised underneath the bandages of his Mr Invisible costume, before he gave her an awkward, hesitant smile in return. While it could not be seen, it did make the bandages over his face shift slightly. "Hello, Ellie," he told her, his voice only slightly muffled. "I like your costume." It was a classic, but she could pull it off.
"Thank you...and I like yours as well, yes, very much. Creepy," Ellie informed him slowly, looking over the bandages with interest. "Did you make yours up all by yourself?"
"I found the hat and the coat in a thrift shop," Simon explained. The black gloves were his, although they weren't leather. And the sunglasses had been quite cheap. He was on a small budget. "Then it was just about wrapping the bandages around my head." He had not done too terrible a job of it, but it was far from perfect, either. "I don't think I'm going to last all evening, though. It's a bit stifling."
"At least keep the coat on, it is very nice and I like it!" Ellie encouraged him, and folded her hands behind her back.
Simon smiled again, although it was hidden from view. "I'll only take off the bandages," he promised. "Are you having a good evening?" With a lot of people, it might have been an awkward question meant to fill the silence, but with Ellie, he actually meant it completely, no awkwardness involved. Silence wasn't really silence for her, anyway.
The smile that crossed her face was a very genuine one this time, and not so much goofy or shy (or even awkward, for that matter). "I am having a lovely night. I have gotten much better at the filter and the filter is doing its job...I can enjoy the music." Then the awkwardness made its appearance in the form of a nervous laugh. "However I am not so good at asking people to dance, no...so I hide with the pumpkins."
Simon smiled again, awkwardly this time. "I'm not very good at it either." But maybe they could be terrible at it together, and he turned to put the camera away in his bag, set against the wall. "Would you like to dance?" he then asked her hopefully.
Though her eyes softened, there was still a glint of hopeful excitement in them, and Ellie nodded quickly. "Yes...yes I would like that!" In fact, she even offered Simon her hand, since that seemed to be the thing people did.
Simon smiled again under the bandages, and took her hand. It was a song they could dance as a slow song if they wanted, or not, and he wasn't sure what Ellie wanted, so he looked at her uncertainly when they reached the floor - not that it would show, of course, given his costume, but it was Ellie, so she would know anyway.
These songs were so strange. Impossible to industrial dance to, but certainly other ways. Other ways Ellie wasn't so good at and she could sense that Simon was uncertain too...maybe they could start slow, maybe, and that wouldn't be so awkward! Hmmm. Ellie kept a hold on Simon's hand and then placed her other on his shoulder. "Is this correct?"
It's what Morticia did!
"It is," Simon agreed, with some small measure of relief that she would have made that decision. His other hand came to her waist, and they started swaying in time to the music. "You might not be good at asking people, but you're good at dancing," he said, after a little while.
They were doing well, for most of it, and didn't have too bad of a glaring misstep happen. Yet. Though Ellie couldn't help but think that acknowledging the fact was a very good way to jinx them! That made her slightly paranoid, and she briefly popped her tongue out of the side of her mouth as she focused on not doing that.
Which caused her to end up stepping on his foot, eventually. Fortunately, it caused her to break out into giggles rather than to panic--if only because it was Simon and Simon was't the type of person to really cause bad feelings within her. "Oh no! Your compliment was a lie!"
"I don't think one misstep makes you bad at something," Simon protested, smiling slightly behind his bandages. Dancing with Ellie was so much nicer than dancing with other girls - they made him feel too awkward. Ellie wasn't like that, though.
"Perhaps not yet. Perhaps you have too much faith in me!" Ellie was still a mess of giggles because they came out of her especially when she was feeling overwhelmed--thought it was an overwhelming mixture of delight, awkwardness, and amusement than anything bad. "I will maintain that you are better than I!"
"Alisha taught me, mostly," Simon stated, thinking back to that dance at the masquerade. He had to admit, awkward though it was for him, part of him wished she would ask him to dance again. But why would she.
Ellie tilted her head to the side as she gazed up at her friend. "Do you like her?"
Simon frowned at the question, heart clenching a little. The denial was on his lips, because Alisha was so out of his league. Perhaps even more so than most girls he knew, which was saying something. All of them were already very much out of his league. What had happened with Jeanne-Marie was proof enough. But there was no point lying to Ellie, and besides, she was the kind of friend Simon did not want to lie to. There was no reason to; she was not the kind of friend who judged him. "I think she's very beautiful. And she deserves to think better of herself." He was bright red under his bandages.
His response made Ellie frown right back at him. "Perhaps you deserve to as well. I do not think anyone is 'out of your league.'"
Simon couldn't help but smile at that, although it was a little sad. "That's because you're too nice. You're the nicest person I know." Jeanne-Marie came in a close second.
"I am not being too nice, I am being honest, truly," Ellie softly protested. At least, she didn't like to think that her judgment on someone else's kindness and qualities and attractiveness were just a result of her being naive.
There was nothing about Alisha, in her opinion, that made her 'too good' for Simon. Simon deserved all the good, so the more good Alisha had then the better she was for Simon, if that was what he wanted!
"Nice and honest aren't mutually exclusive," Simon answered with the same gratitude, with an edge of sadness. He believed that she believed what she was saying, and that humbled him. That anyone could actually think that about him. But he did not believe that she was right, not even a little.
"But they could be?" Ellie attempted, even though she was realising that it was futile for the time being. Simon truly thought low of himself, but she could not judge him for that; it was not as though she felt very highly about herself, either. Confidence was tricky. "Maybe your feelings about yourself will change with time. Maybe her feelings about you will change, too--or be known for certain."
"Maybe," Simon admitted, partly because the first half of her statement, at least, might come true, and partly because he desperately wished to end the conversation.
Ellie bit her lip and looked up at Simon with an apologetic expression. "Thank you for being kind enough to ask me to dance, Simon."
"That wasn't kindness," Simon assured her with a small smile, on account of how it echoed the conversation they just had. "I wanted to."
That got a smile out of her, genuinely. "Then thank you for wanting to."
Simon liked that she knew that he really meant it. It must be so very nice to know that. "You're welcome," he told her, still smiling awkwardly under his bandages. He liked that she would know that he was, too. "It's my pleasure."
Despite all of her love for the costumes and the decor, Ellie mostly partook in her favourite party activity of staying along the wall. It was easier to tune out people's thoughts these days, so the gatherings were not so overwhelming anymore. However, she still picked up on some things, and the few in the cluster that caught her attention held it.
Mostly that tended to consist of those kindred souls she found herself drawn to. The boy with the camera along the next wall was one, and Ellie eventually decided to approach him.
Simon seemed so focused on what his camera was catching, so Ellie waved her hand in front of it quickly to get his attention--only to pull back again just as suddenly. The offending hand curled up under her chin, and Simon would get a shy smile when he finally did look toward her.
Simon did look at her immediately, eyebrows raised underneath the bandages of his Mr Invisible costume, before he gave her an awkward, hesitant smile in return. While it could not be seen, it did make the bandages over his face shift slightly. "Hello, Ellie," he told her, his voice only slightly muffled. "I like your costume." It was a classic, but she could pull it off.
"Thank you...and I like yours as well, yes, very much. Creepy," Ellie informed him slowly, looking over the bandages with interest. "Did you make yours up all by yourself?"
"I found the hat and the coat in a thrift shop," Simon explained. The black gloves were his, although they weren't leather. And the sunglasses had been quite cheap. He was on a small budget. "Then it was just about wrapping the bandages around my head." He had not done too terrible a job of it, but it was far from perfect, either. "I don't think I'm going to last all evening, though. It's a bit stifling."
"At least keep the coat on, it is very nice and I like it!" Ellie encouraged him, and folded her hands behind her back.
Simon smiled again, although it was hidden from view. "I'll only take off the bandages," he promised. "Are you having a good evening?" With a lot of people, it might have been an awkward question meant to fill the silence, but with Ellie, he actually meant it completely, no awkwardness involved. Silence wasn't really silence for her, anyway.
The smile that crossed her face was a very genuine one this time, and not so much goofy or shy (or even awkward, for that matter). "I am having a lovely night. I have gotten much better at the filter and the filter is doing its job...I can enjoy the music." Then the awkwardness made its appearance in the form of a nervous laugh. "However I am not so good at asking people to dance, no...so I hide with the pumpkins."
Simon smiled again, awkwardly this time. "I'm not very good at it either." But maybe they could be terrible at it together, and he turned to put the camera away in his bag, set against the wall. "Would you like to dance?" he then asked her hopefully.
Though her eyes softened, there was still a glint of hopeful excitement in them, and Ellie nodded quickly. "Yes...yes I would like that!" In fact, she even offered Simon her hand, since that seemed to be the thing people did.
Simon smiled again under the bandages, and took her hand. It was a song they could dance as a slow song if they wanted, or not, and he wasn't sure what Ellie wanted, so he looked at her uncertainly when they reached the floor - not that it would show, of course, given his costume, but it was Ellie, so she would know anyway.
These songs were so strange. Impossible to industrial dance to, but certainly other ways. Other ways Ellie wasn't so good at and she could sense that Simon was uncertain too...maybe they could start slow, maybe, and that wouldn't be so awkward! Hmmm. Ellie kept a hold on Simon's hand and then placed her other on his shoulder. "Is this correct?"
It's what Morticia did!
"It is," Simon agreed, with some small measure of relief that she would have made that decision. His other hand came to her waist, and they started swaying in time to the music. "You might not be good at asking people, but you're good at dancing," he said, after a little while.
They were doing well, for most of it, and didn't have too bad of a glaring misstep happen. Yet. Though Ellie couldn't help but think that acknowledging the fact was a very good way to jinx them! That made her slightly paranoid, and she briefly popped her tongue out of the side of her mouth as she focused on not doing that.
Which caused her to end up stepping on his foot, eventually. Fortunately, it caused her to break out into giggles rather than to panic--if only because it was Simon and Simon was't the type of person to really cause bad feelings within her. "Oh no! Your compliment was a lie!"
"I don't think one misstep makes you bad at something," Simon protested, smiling slightly behind his bandages. Dancing with Ellie was so much nicer than dancing with other girls - they made him feel too awkward. Ellie wasn't like that, though.
"Perhaps not yet. Perhaps you have too much faith in me!" Ellie was still a mess of giggles because they came out of her especially when she was feeling overwhelmed--thought it was an overwhelming mixture of delight, awkwardness, and amusement than anything bad. "I will maintain that you are better than I!"
"Alisha taught me, mostly," Simon stated, thinking back to that dance at the masquerade. He had to admit, awkward though it was for him, part of him wished she would ask him to dance again. But why would she.
Ellie tilted her head to the side as she gazed up at her friend. "Do you like her?"
Simon frowned at the question, heart clenching a little. The denial was on his lips, because Alisha was so out of his league. Perhaps even more so than most girls he knew, which was saying something. All of them were already very much out of his league. What had happened with Jeanne-Marie was proof enough. But there was no point lying to Ellie, and besides, she was the kind of friend Simon did not want to lie to. There was no reason to; she was not the kind of friend who judged him. "I think she's very beautiful. And she deserves to think better of herself." He was bright red under his bandages.
His response made Ellie frown right back at him. "Perhaps you deserve to as well. I do not think anyone is 'out of your league.'"
Simon couldn't help but smile at that, although it was a little sad. "That's because you're too nice. You're the nicest person I know." Jeanne-Marie came in a close second.
"I am not being too nice, I am being honest, truly," Ellie softly protested. At least, she didn't like to think that her judgment on someone else's kindness and qualities and attractiveness were just a result of her being naive.
There was nothing about Alisha, in her opinion, that made her 'too good' for Simon. Simon deserved all the good, so the more good Alisha had then the better she was for Simon, if that was what he wanted!
"Nice and honest aren't mutually exclusive," Simon answered with the same gratitude, with an edge of sadness. He believed that she believed what she was saying, and that humbled him. That anyone could actually think that about him. But he did not believe that she was right, not even a little.
"But they could be?" Ellie attempted, even though she was realising that it was futile for the time being. Simon truly thought low of himself, but she could not judge him for that; it was not as though she felt very highly about herself, either. Confidence was tricky. "Maybe your feelings about yourself will change with time. Maybe her feelings about you will change, too--or be known for certain."
"Maybe," Simon admitted, partly because the first half of her statement, at least, might come true, and partly because he desperately wished to end the conversation.
Ellie bit her lip and looked up at Simon with an apologetic expression. "Thank you for being kind enough to ask me to dance, Simon."
"That wasn't kindness," Simon assured her with a small smile, on account of how it echoed the conversation they just had. "I wanted to."
That got a smile out of her, genuinely. "Then thank you for wanting to."
Simon liked that she knew that he really meant it. It must be so very nice to know that. "You're welcome," he told her, still smiling awkwardly under his bandages. He liked that she would know that he was, too. "It's my pleasure."
