Crackship #16 - Louis Tomlinson and Malese Jow
Malese Jow & Louis Tomlinson
“A… Hooker?” Eli said with a puzzled look. “Not exactly, but I’m sure we could find one somewhere around here.” He wasn’t quite sure what he just got himself into but in the moment, he didn’t really care. He was going to ruin part of his innocence tonight.
After searching around town awhile they finally found themselves in a dark ally. Eli was slightly uncomfortable with his surroundings, but looking over at Deb he noticed that she seemed to be loving every minute of it. “I think I’ve seen Makenna Windsor hanging out around here before” he said with a awkward laugh. Whenever he wasn’t comfortable in a situation he tried to make a joke. He was known around town for being a jokester; pranking, practical jokes, even a few here in there that caused some serious drama… it was all him. Following Deb to a tall man-ish looking blonde, he stood slightly behind Debbie trying not to catch anything. “Do you really think this will be a good idea? We could get like… cooties.”
Lil’ Debbie and E.T. roamed through the streets of the witch ghetto, trying to find a street walker. As the night edged on, Deb’s excitement slowly started to peak. She was happy not to spend the night alone or with Sadie and a tub of ice cream. Entering into a rather dark alley, she stepped closer to Eli on instinct. Ever since she was a little girl, Leonie had an irrational fear of the dark. In fact, she still slept with a night light. A secret that she’d rather keep buried. So, she decided to play it off as flirting She turned her head the side to check him out. She could see the discomfort painted on his face. “Aww… don’t be such a pussy.” she teased. As she fixed her head forward, Deb spotted a mess of blonde hair around the bend. She made her way to the mysterious person, throwing a glance at the boy behind her to make sure he was still following her.
“I think I’ve seen Makenna Windsor hanging out around here before.” Eli laughed.
"Shh… she might hear you." she whispered, looking around as if she’d find the Trinity member huddled in a corner somewhere. Soon, they were face-to-face with a tall, wide-shouldered woman dressed in the tightest of clothing to accentuate her wide dancer’s body. The hooker exhaled the cigarette smoke into rings, clearly uninterested in the odd-looking pair. Debora could feel the fear clenching in her heart. She pushed through it with a smile and, "Hi, I’m Lil’ Debbie and-"
"… And I’m supposed to care?" The Hooker interrupted, tapping the ashes out from her cigarette. Her voice was low and sultry like a siren calling for its porey. Deb’s face fell at the comment, causing The Hooker’s angular face to twist up into a smirk.
"I’d definitely care about my next client." Debbie said dryly, her eyes locked on the blonde.
“Do you really think this will be a good idea? We could get like… cooties.” Deb could hear him cowering from behind her but she couldn’t care. She felt The Hooker challenging her and she wasn’t about to let it go.
"Best idea I’ve ever had." she snapped quickly, her brown eyes watching The Hooker. The Hooker took a long drag from her cigarette before speaking again.
“Client? Excuse me ma’am, do I look like a prostitute to you?" The Hooker’s voice faded into sweet Southern accent. It was unclear which accent was her real one.
"Yes…" Deb replied, a little confused as to where this was going.
"Then I guess it’s good advertising." The Hooker leaned off the wall, dropping her cigarette butt. She painted a smile on and started to switch down the alley."Walk."
Deb did as she was told but picked up the pace to walk in front of The Hooker. Suddenly, she paused - looking for E.T. “You comin’ or not?” she raised a brow at the boy with the bad haircut. She started to walk backwards. She was bluffing, of course, she would never even think of leaving without him.
“That’s exactly what I was wanting. I like to eat, but eating is expensive.” he laughed and tried to think of something to say to prevent the awkward silences, but thankfully she opened her mouth to speak again. “I liked the kiss… a lot. She did too, she even told me she did which led to my comment. I bet you liked the sex with Ryan too” he said with a slight mock in his voice. He tried shaking the memory off but he couldn’t get the hurt he saw in her eyes out of his mind.
Devouring his blood steak within minutes and getting blood everywhere made Debbie’s eating look like the queen of england. “I think they are. But, you don’t have your napkin tucked into your shirt… I’ll let it slip this time Iero.” he said with a smile before licking his plate clean.
Crumbling his napkin into a ball and shooting it at Deb’s face, he stood up. “Arh, What kind of trouble can we get into now?” stretching out to his arms and looking at the girl sitting below him.
"… Teddy bear it is in, then. I think I’ll get you a scented one. Do you like strawberries? I’m just kidding - money is no object. Plus, you need to get out of the witch ghetto and eats some real food." she rattled off. "What am I saying> I could make you real food!" Her brain was processing her thoughts a little too slow for her liking, maybe she needed some sleep. No she shook the thought away, she just needed sugar. She took the straw into her mouth and sucked for some vanilla-ey goodness. Deb listened intently as the boy spoke, giving him full eye contact while slurping away. She had anticipated Eli’s comment to Claire as something light, but boy was she wrong.
"I bet you liked the sex with Ryan, too."
Upon hearing the comment, she snorted back a laugh and her face grew red from holding in her laughter. ”… What? … Why?” she tried to be speak, barely hiding her smile. “Jealous doesn’t suit you, Tyrone. Ya dun goofed.” Wanting to hear, his side of the story, she returned to her course. She finished off her fries and burger a few minutes after Eli finished his meal.
"Napkin… tucked into my shirt. I will make a note of that." Leonie smiled sweetly as she wiped her face with a napkin. Resting the tissue on the plate, she was assaulted by Eli’s trash. "Argh, you fucker!"
She thought about his question for a bit. What trouble could get they get into? "I don’t know… you’re the fucking mastermind. Is anything else open? Do you know any other wizards that could show us a good time?" Suddenly, a light bulb flashed in her head. "… Do you know where we can get a hooker?" she whispered in his face.
Eli wasn’t going to admit to anyone that he was upset about Claire and Ryan winning. Sure, he doesn’t mind that Ryan won, but it;s just the thought of Ryan getting close to Claire that made his skin crawl. Seeing Claire run up and fling herself at the tall, dark, and handsome man broke him apart inside. He was starting to feel things for this girl, things that he has never felt about anyone ever before, not even Sean. When he made those comments at the dance that he knew would hurt Claire, he knew he needed to remove himself from the scene before he dug himself deeper.
Upon seeing Deb sitting alone at the dance he knew he found his way out. After going over and chatting for a bit, they both decided on leaving to go hang out. Just what he wanted. Leaving all his troubles and worries at the dance, Eli jokingly pulled Deb close to him as they walked out. “Now, I was thinking we hit up that old school Diner on the outskirts of town. You could eat everything on the menu, I could get some blood. It’s the best of both worlds!” He smiled hoping she would agree. Nothing sounded better than going to eat some junk late at night with one of his best friends. Thrusting his hands into his pockets he removed his grip from the girl. He silently walked along beside her wondering what her answer would be, if it seemed like he was flirting, or was he just getting way to close to her? He didn’t know why he put his arm around her earlier walking out, at first he thought it would be funny, but then he started to like it. Can feelings change for someone that quick? Or was that tiny bit of punch getting to him?
As soon as they left the school building, Eli was back to his usual crazy self. He was unpredictable and that’s why Deb asked him out of the dance. She needed the distraction and so did he. She smiled sheepishly as Eli pulled her close. Deb had made quite the dent into the spiked punch bowl, so she didn’t think anything of it. He had asked Claire to the dance and not her, she was well aware of that.
While Eli suggested they go to a diner in ~da witch ghetto, Deb pretended to think on it. It was a no brainer for her, she needed a cheeseburger like Audrey || needs blood. “… Okay, Miley Stewart. I’m down. You’re paying right?” smiled and nudged him playfully as he stared off awkwardly. They walked down the street in silence, her heels clicking.