Of course Elliot is clumsy.

Elliot smiled broadly as he walked home, clutching the bottle closely to his chest. Madame Ruth was a bit of and oddball, but her magic was real, and she was never wrong. If she said that this perfume would be the perfect gift for Lacey, he couldn't wait to see her face when he gave it to her.

*CRASH* Elliot hadn't managed to even walk two blocks before the vial slipped from his hands. It smashed onto the sidewalk, an impossible amount somehow splashing up and all over his body. "Oh no!" Elliot cried in dismay. Why am I so clumsy? No one else is this clumsy! Elliot looked around to see if anyone noticed his predicament. His eyes fell on Tiffany, a cheerleader in his class who was jogging towards him.

As Elliot stared at her, the sleeve of Tiffany's t-shirt snagged on an overhanging tree branch. With an audible rippp, the shirt was torn from her body as she stumbled forward, losing her footing from the sudden change of momentum. Elliot stood gaping as Tiffany, arms flailing, tripped over her own feet and stumbled into him. She knocked Elliot flat on his back and fell on top of him, nearly knocking the breath out of him. Elliot imagined this was what it would have felt like to be tackled in football, if he had ever been coordinated enough to make the team.

"What the?" Tiffany looked as bewildered as Elliot felt. She was a graceful cheerleader, taking gymnastics since she was four and had probably never tripped since she was in diapers. At school, she was the stereotypical cheerleader - rich, blonde, pretty, and popular. Stuck up and cruel to anyone she felt was beneath her. Elliot smirked, realizing that, currently, he literally fit that criteria. Under normal circumstances, Tiffany wouldn't be caught within ten feet of him, unless it was to insult him or mock his clothing. Now she was laying on top of him on the public sidewalk in her shorts and bra.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" Tiffany hissed, her face inches away from his.

"Umm.. you ran into me...." Elliot replied, his voice shaking.

"Then... watch where you're standing!" Tiffany retorted as she began to push herself up. Normally she would be able to easily push herself up into a handstand and do back handsprings all the way to the end of the block if she wanted to. Instead, her hands slipped on the puddle of potion, flying out to her sides and her body crashed down onto his. "Ahh-" Tiffany exclaimed before her lips fell on his, barely tilting her head in time to avoid smashing their noses together.

Tiffany continued trying to push herself off Elliot, but her hands and legs could find no purchase. They continued to slip out from under her as if the sidewalk was the world's slipperiest ice rink. All she managed to do was twist her body, rubbing her breasts against his chest and her crotch area against his.