::::::::::Here it is! Review it—I REEEEEALLY need your thoughts on this one...
I'm not even gunna ramble... JUST READ :p
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"Let's be fancy schmancy and drink some of this out of a shot glass just for fun," Imogen suggests holding up the bottle of wine after raiding Eli's fridge.
"What's the point of that?"
"Stop being such a kill joy—you're killing my buzz, Eli Goldsworthy." She was being literal. Her buzz/high was wearing off and she just wanted something to help recreate the feeling.
"Fine," he says giving in. One thing he liked about being with Imogen was that he didn't have to think about anything. It was all pure instinct and danger. Just fun. With that in mind, he walks up to her wrapping his arms around her from behind. She pours a bit of the cheap champagne into the tiny shot glass and throws it back. "You want?" she asks shaking the cup to his face.
"Hit me," he jokes. She laughs and re-fills the glass before handing it to him. "You know... you're lucky you're cute." She turns around to face him as he drinks, then places the empty glass on the countertop as Imogen begins to run her fingers through his hair like she always did. "Extremely cute," he corrects himself.
"So we got high, ditched school, sipped champagne—"she lets her fingertips softly brush against his neck before saying, "What happens next is completely up to you." She shoots him a quick sweet, yet uncanny smile before turning away from him and heading for the stairs. All of a sudden, the words 'living well is the best revenge' pops into his head—Imogen literally helped him to feel great about not being with Clare. What did he really have to lose? He thinks as he follows her.
"You're so unpredictable," he says finally catching up to her. She was sitting dead centre of his single bed—barely enough room for two people. "I love that about you."
"And do you know what I love about you?" Imo says grabbing hold of one of his hands and pulling him closer. They were face to face now. "You're 'back,' you know what you want—and there's no crazy ex-girlfriends holding you back—to,"
She's silenced by Eli's sudden lips on hers crushing them down with so much intensity it makes her head spin. It may have been the alcohol, but there was no denying that he was an incredible kisser. The room was silent and the only sounds that filled the air were the sounds of gasps of air in between kisses. Eli concentrated on satisfying Imogen as he began to pick up intensity moving his lips with hers and letting his hands explore the lengths of her body. Imogen began to lean back arching into Eli's erotic touch as he carefully held his weight on top of her making sure to not to add too much pressure. She let her hands trail down his back stopping at the hem line of his shirt and slightly slipping her hands inside to feel his bare skin.
He breaks the kiss to look up at her warm brown eyes staring back with so much adoration. "Only if you want to," he breathes, and without even thinking about it she pulls his face back down to hers.
She kisses him long and soft before whispering back, "I want to." Of course she did. This was Eli-fricken-Goldsworthy. He sits up for a sec and pulls his t-shirt up from over his head revealing his gorgeous bare body before closing the gap in between them once again as she lets her hands absent-mindedly roam against his skin. He keeps his hands fixed firmly on her small hips before loosening grip to work at the button on her pants.
Just as he finally gets it undone, they hear a car pull up onto the driveway. Eli dashes toward the window. "Crap—it's my dad." He quickly struggles to get his shirt back over his head as Imogen awkwardly fumbles to get her button done again.
"The champagne!" She blurts out. "We left it out in the open!" She swiftly darts down the stairs in the blink of an eye, puts the bottle back in the refrigerator, and stashes the unwashed shot glass into a cabinet.
The key in the lock begins to turn, so they both run into the living room and flip on the television trying to look casual. "Hey son." It was Bullfrog Goldsworthy coming in early from work. "It's 2:30, what are you doing home?"
Eli's eyes widen forgetting that they'd skipped—he didn't know what to say. "He wasn't feeling too well!" Imogen says bouncing up. Once again, she was there at his rescue. "So I helped him get home—just call me doctor Imo." Her voices trails off. "Always ready to help... when I'm called..." She forces a huge, friendly grin putting out her hand for him to shake.
He shakes it. "So you helped my boy?"
"Yup! I even got him an afternoon dessert," she says with a little giggle at the end causing Eli to smile and shake his head.
"So you left school," his dad repeats again, "because you were sick?" His voice sounds questioning as if he wasn't buying any of it.
"Uh, yeah," Eli confirms. "True story... Imogen helped me out! I wasn't feeling too great—"
"Clearly," he interrupts with a humourless laugh. "Your shirt's on backwards."
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::::::::::Too much? Too little? Idk... it is fan-'fiction' :)
Well anyways, Eli & Imo are sort of together so this is where a plot can finally kick in! NO WAY CLARE MAKES OUT WITH JAKE AND LEAVES ELI LEFT TO DANGLE AND TAKE IT!
(As a writer) this is where it gets exciting for me XD
For the ones who are actually keeping up, I freaking love you! And to the reviewers, I love you moar because not only do they put a smile on a losers face—it helps me direct where this whole thing is going!
#LOVEYA! review!review!review!thoughts!thoughts!thoughts!tips!tips!tips!
