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"Eli, hurry up!" Clare called, sitting on Eli's couch in front of his TV. An aged, black and white movie was playing in front of her. Clare turned her back to the television and retrieved a thick, red blanket from behind her, holding it in her arms.
"She's at his house?" I asked myself. "How much did I miss?" I had spent a month watching over my father, his wife, and my step-brother. I wanted to see if my death had impacted the way my father lived his life a year after it happened. It hadn't. My step-mom had my dark bark blue, Dead Hand themed room transformed into a lilac-filled, yellow guest bedroom with the latest accessories from Pottery Barn. All that remained of me was a small, white garbage bag where she had thrown my favorite possessions in.
"Charlie?" She called from the new and improved guest bedroom. "What should I do with the rest of Julia's things?" She stared down at the bag in her hand.
"Just leave them in the guest bedroom. I'll take care of them." Take care of them? I had thought. Was this some kind of chore?
My father walked upstairs and retrieved the white garbage bag. He carried it back downstairs and then walked to the closet, where he found a big brown box. He put my things in the box, taped it up, and scribbled something on it.
"Clare," Eli said, leaving the kitchen and walking towards Clare with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. "I know how much you missed me but you really need to control yourself." Eli sat down on the couch next to Clare while Clare unfolded the blanket and laid it upon herself and Eli.
"You?" Clare joked. "I'm just here the popcorn." She picked up a piece of popcorn from the bowl and plopped it in her mouth.
"Fatty." Eli said, sticking out his tongue. Clare's face fell and she punched his arm playfully.
"Ouch!" Eli complained, rubbing his arm tenderly. Eli punched Clare's arm back.
"Eli," Clare warned. "You can't hit me because I'm a girl."
"You're a girl?" Eli said, a surprised look on his face. He then shrugged. "Who knew?"
Clare laughed and then pouted her lip. "You knew when you first decided that you wanted me to be your girlfriend."
Girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
Eli and Clare's snaky comebacks were drowned out by the sound of that one, treacherous word ringing in my ears. My legs started to shake as if they were two thin branches barely hanging from a tree during an immense storm, struggling to hang on. I could feel a knot rising up in my throat and my eyes started to soak with tears. If my heart was beating, I swear it would have stopped right there.
Eli was the one person who I counted on to be there for me, even if I couldn't be there for him. It was as if he had completely forgotten about me, even though when we were together he said he never could. I needed to find a way to remind him of me. It was insane to think that Eli could have such strong feelings for this girl after only knowing her for a few months, and I remembered the time Eli had first declared me as his girlfriend.
"I'm so hungry," I complained, sitting on the grass next to Eli in the front of Pearson High. I loved days like this; Fridays with Eli. The breeze was light and cool, blowing through our hair occasionally. The sun was bold and bright, a shining ball setting in the middle of a clear orange sky. School had ended at 2:15, about four hours ago and we had been talking ever since. I looked down at my legs, lying straight in front of me. I soon realized that the way they were lying made my fat spread out, so I quickly changed the position of my legs and prayed he hadn't noticed.
"Anorexia is bad, Jules." He joked, looking at my face and not the fat on my legs. Little did he know that his 'joke' was more serious than he had thought.
I let out a short, awkward laugh, but didn't say anything.
His content face soon turned somewhat questioning, but his curiosity suddenly vanished and his face lit back up.
"It's okay! My mom baked me sugar cookies!" He started digging through his book bag.
I laughed loudly. "Eli, you are beyond cool."
"I mean- I stole them.. From a bakery-a manly bakery." He retrieved a little baggy filled with sugar cookies, opened it, and held one out in his hand for me.
I eyed the cookie hungrily, longing to devour it straight from his hand. Then my mind flashed to my step-mom and her non-stop insults about my increasing weight. "No, thanks." I looked down uneasily, and started picking the grass.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Eli asked, his green eyes staring intently into mine.
"I hate my step-mom," I blurted out. "She calls me fat everyday so I avoid eating as much as possible." My eyes widened from my unexpected outburst and I quickly slapped my palm against my mouth.
Eli was quiet for a minute, the most silent I have ever seen him in his entire life. He looked forward into the sky before turning his head and looking into my eyes again.
"Jules," He began. "You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen."
I could feel my face pick up heat, and my heart started to beat like a hammer. I was at a loss of what to say, so Eli did the talking for me.
"You are going to be my girlfriend. And if you ever want to get away from your step-mom, you're going to sleep at my house. But if you don't want to sleep at my house, you're not going to. Just remember that I'm not going to pressure you to do anything."
My words were still lost, so I just nodded my head really quickly. He then leaned over and planted a soft, gentle kiss on my lips.
Eli and I had sex that night.
My memory was interrupted by three knocks on Eli's front door. Eli slowly got up from the couch and stalked over to the door. A mail man was walking away from the door and to his car, leaving a big brown box behind. Eli read the words written on the box, his face full of confusion and shock. Eli picked up the box, walked over to the couch, and then opened it. There, laying inside the box was a small, white garbage bag.
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