CATRACHA ━ marcel ruiz

vi. insufferable.

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[ vi. chapter six; insufferable. ]

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elle
ana
amir

incoming call from eggshelle!
accept decline

connecting...

"oh my god, he's insufferable!"

"i take it you talked to him?"

"did he get nudes?"

"amir! what the hell?"

"what? it's always good to know if you've been up to no good, elle."

"amir, no!"

"anyway, he's so goddamn insufferable!"

"what happened?"

"ana, he's so...i don't know. i just-he's insufferable, okay?"

"you're saying 'insufferable' a lot, you do realize that, right?"

"elle velázquez, give us details!"

"oh, right, right."

[ elle puts the call on pause, taking a screenshot of her earlier conversation with marcel. she sends it to ana. ]

"wow. that's quite some flirting you two got going there."

"stop! just look at how obnoxious he's being."

"uh, 'babe?' i cannot believe you guys are already dating."

"amir, i swear i will go over right now and beat the hell out of you with my shoe."

"okay, okay! i still have the bruise from when you punched me."

"deja de ser tan dramático. i barely touched you."

"elle. are you serious? 'i barely touched you.' 'i barely touched you?' are you telling me that this is 'i barely touched you,' elle?"

[ amir pulls up his sleeve, revealing a deep purple bruise than was beginning to turn a blue green color. ]

"okay, maybe i hit you a little harder than i intended to."

( exclaiming ) "a little?"

( guilty voice ) "maybe it was a lot?"

"oh, yeah, maybe."

"back to the point, you guys! how am i going to survive staying in los angeles with all of you if he's there?"

"stop worrying, elle. you've never even met him in real life, so stop worrying because i am one hundred percent he's not like that in real life."

"i don't know about this. it's like i ruin every chance of having friends whenever i meet someone."

"you'll be fine, elle, and you don't, trust me. and if does turn out to be some weird ass fuckboy, then we'll be cheering you on while you beat him."

"okay."

"i gotta go home, and ana has to pack her things. we all do, anyway, but i'll come by tomorrow, elle."

"sounds good, amir."

"alright, guys, see you."

"yeah, you too."

call ended!

"i hope you're right, guys."

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omg i just realized this shit didn't even stick to the plot