Author's note: My first "real" chapter fanfic, in which a bitter-from-breakup Eli continues to write plays based entirely off his failed relationships, ahh! Anyway, the Eclare might not come in for a chapter or two, we'll have to wait and see.I'll stop repeating myself now, so, enjoy!
Eli's POV
I lay awkwardly on my bed, on my side, my laptop on it's side, as well, balanced uncomfortably on my arm, racking my brain for an orignal romantic plot. Usually, when I'm working on a play, the romantic aspects just...come to me, as cliche as that sounds, but my girlfriend, Julia, is kind of my muse. At least, she used to be, lately, it seemed as if we did nothing but get on each other's nerves.
"Elijah Goldsworthy!" I heard a familiar feminine voice yell, along with the sound of my front door slamming against the wall of my apartment, to which only one person has the key. Speak of the devil...
"Julia Black!" I mocked, setting my laptop upright on the bed and walking into the main room, already getting angry, "What?"
Glaring at me, her dark eyes intense and angry, she spat, "I ran into an old ex of your's."
"And?" I questioned, arching an eyebrow.
"She said she talked to you the other day," Julia chuckled darkly, her eyes boring into mine.
"And?" I repeated. If Julia really thought she could hold the fact that I talked to an ex against me, we had a serious problem. I squeezed my hand into fist, my black thumb pressing painfully against my skin, but I was too angry to notice.
Julia's nostrils flared as she screamed, "That's not okay!"
"That I talked to a woman?" I questioned, my anger steadily increasing, then biting my tongue to censor the profanities.
"You know, you're really a man-slut," Julia ignored my question, smirking, as if to challenge me, then added, "I guess I always knew it. Or that I could do better, at least."
I rolled my eyes, "Then leave, Julia! Just leave!" I supposed breaking up really wouldn't make a difference at this point...
"Oh, I will!" And with that, she dug my keys out of her pocket and slammed them on the countertop, then ran out, slamming my door behind her, again. This, though, was not before I heard her yell "Lucas, babe, wait up!"