Five reviews! Two of which from the same person, but it still makes me feel happy and fuzzy inside. Thanks to danie568 for being supportive so far and 'AmethystSunsetx3' who wasn't signed in so I wasn't able to PM you to answer your question if Clare will be in the story at all.
Clare will show up in the story. She makes things pretty interesting. :] It may be a while yet, just wait.
As a disclaimer, there are times where I wont update the story for a few days and may sometimes be once a week, but I will try my best to keep dishing them out so people stay satisfied (and don't forget the story. I know I get confused after I get a story alert from a fanfic that I read a month prior). So please stay with me and keep the reviews coming. Good, or bad. I want them. :D
Again, I apologize if the last chapter was a bit gruesome for people, but Eli is kind of dark so I wanted to make a dark story, but that doesn't mean there wont be light moments! Enjoy.
P.S. If you haven't seen 500 Days of Summer, I apologize for the confusion. But you should watch it. .nods.
P.P.S. You're safe this chapter, but next chapter I must warn you is going to be pretty dirty. So if you're young and don't want to read that, you may skip it. There's nothing that will be too important.
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My arm was still stinging when I got into Mrs. Kwan's class who didn't look to pleased that I was 15 minutes late and only let it slide because she had heard about what had happened. Nearly everyone was talking about it and giving me the stare down, so I wasn't surprised that after the small scolding she gave me, she looked extremely apologetic and I merely gave her a weak smile. It was the best I could conjure up since the stinging of the arm was a bit overwhelming.
"Eli suggested that you two be paired up for our first project of the semester. You must write a collaborative poem on something you both can relate to. It can be about anything, just give it feeling. I'm really excited to see what you two come up with since you're both brilliant writers." Mrs. Kwan grinned, then allowed the class to pair up with their partners and discuss what they would do the poem on.
I turned around in my seat to face Eli, who lifted his eyes to look straight into mine, giving my heart a little jolt of nervousness.
"Well, this is surely going to force us to get to know each other a little better. How are you feeling, by the way?" Eli asked, pulling my hair out of my face.
"I am okay now, Eli. Thank you." I smiled, genuinely, because there was no way I could be upset for long when I looked at him. I didn't even feel the cut's sting when he smiled back.
"So... what do you think we should do this poem on? I'm not quite sure what we both relate to, other than being different, but I feel like it should be more interesting than that." Eli looked down at his paper in thought.
I tried to think, too, but I really wasn't that familiar with Eli yet. Hmm... maybe... "Well, maybe we should skip after class, go to my house and hang out. Damien is going to be at work until 6 anyways and school is making me feel a little bit shaky today."
Eli's mouth slanted into a slightly unamused and sad look. "I understand, Adeline. We can take Morty to your place then." He gave me a small smile and it was adorable how he turned from the dark, mysterious and sexy person he was to a cute little boy.
God, he was amazing.
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"So, how come you just started going to Degrassi yesterday? It looks like you guys have been here for a while." Eli said, poking a large stuffed Hello Kitty in the nose as he settled into the living room.
"Because we really haven't been. I think Damien went crazy decorating the interior and unpacking. Interior design is his thing." I nodded, looking around the living room a bit more. It really was an explosion of pink. "He's gay, by the way. I'm sure you already figured that out though, I just thought it would be useful to clarify. That doesn't weird you out, does it?"
Eli smiled and shook his head. "No, I don't really give a shit about sexuality. I mean, I could, personally, never see myself with a guy, but if a guy wants to date a guy or a girl wants to date a girl that is beyond me."
"I'm glad it doesn't bother you. I had a few friends in the past that quit speaking to me when they found out he was gay. So I just let people know right away. Because it's better not to get close to the person and have them leave." I looked down to my feet, biting my lip. It bummed me out a bit, to think about it. To think that even though I have all these wild feelings roaming around my stomach for Eli, I will never have him. It's not like I don't have a chance to be, but I didn't want to get hurt. I didn't want to give him my heart and then have him crush it. It's better my heart is kept in a steel cage.
"I know the feeling." I looked up and gave him a small smile, then switched my gaze over to the DVDs.
"What are you feeling, horror, comedy, action..." I listed off the genres, skimming through our lovely collection.
"Let's watch 500 Days of Summer." My eyes widened at that. A boy wanting to watch a romance movie? And Eli at that. Quite.. quite interesting.
I popped in the movie, turning down the lights and then joining him on the couch.
"Just so you know, this movie always makes me cry." I told him, a forewarning for when I start tearing up.
"Why is that?" He looked over to me and I couldn't help but be a bit mesmerized by how the glare of the t.v. made his eyes shine. They looked even more beautiful.
"Well... because Tom is completely in love with Summer. She's his everything. And then it turns out that their relationship was never a relationship and never going to be. And she just walked out of his life." I could feel my eyes tearing up at the thought.
"Yeah, but then... when you lose a Summer, you find your Autumn." Eli turned his attention to the screen and I smiled.
"Did you have a Summer?" I asked, watching him brush his hair out of his face with his hand full of skull rings making him all the more attractive.
"I did." He looked over to me. "And I have a feeling I am getting quite close to getting my Autumn."
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The movie ended and it was nearly lunch time so I fed Eli some good 'ol vegan food that he scarfed down without a problem and then I was a bit at a loss of what to do.
"Hmm..." I sighed, looking around in thought. Eli mocked me with his own 'hmm..' and I merely stuck my tongue out at him. I browsed the kitchen and my eyes landed on the liquor cabinet. Light bulb.
"Do you drink, Eli?" I cocked my head, looking at him, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah. Why? Won't your brother be a little mad that minors are drinking at his house?" Eli lifted an eyebrow.
"Not as long as it's a small get together and we don't go anywhere." I smiled. "Besides, we have 6 hours until he gets back and what better way to get to know each other than having some drinks?"
"Okay, but if he comes back and he's angry you better bury me in the 2,000 Hello Kitty's in the other room." He said seriously.
"Deal." I grinned, walking over and pulling out the Captain. "I will mix you my specialty!"
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"It totally tastes like creamsickles!" Eli laughed, gulping down his second mixed drink. We were definitely intoxicated. As both of the drinks that we consumed were probably a total of 15 shots.
"I told you!" I giggled, laying back into the couch.
Eli sat down on my legs and I let out a groan. "Nooo! Your bony butt will bruise my bony legs!"
I slipped them out from underneath him and sat up, grabbing my drink off the coffee table and taking a drink. I looked back to see him smiling, his mess of hair over his eyes. I set my drink down and looked at him. For a moment we were just staring at each other, then I gave into my urges and lifted my hand, brushing the hair from his face. There was no smiling, no emotion in our faces, we just stared at each other. I took in his features, admiring his almond shaped eyes and virtually perfect mouth that always made my heart swoon when he smiled. My hand moved to his necklace, admiring it. He always wore it and I wondered why, but I couldn't speak. I was in a trance. I let my fingers trace up the chain and grazed his neck, bringing my hand up to his face, I leaned forward. I couldn't stop myself. All the feelings mixed up in side of me. Curiosity, the butterflies in my stomach just by listening to him breathe, how much lust completely overcame my whole body when I looked into his eyes. I had to kiss him. And intoxication was the perfect excuse.
Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall.
When our lips touched, there were fireworks. And I know how cheesy that sounds. It's very much a cliche, but so true. And I never, ever knew I could feel this way when kissing someone. And maybe it was the alcohol playing tricks on me, but I didn't care. Anything to keep this feeling as close as possible. It was inside of me, it was the aura around us, it was Elijah Goldsworthy. And god, was he an amazing kisser.
He nipped my lip and I couldn't keep the moan from coming out of my mouth when I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth, massaging against my own, going all the right places. It was unbelievable. It felt like hours of making out and biting each other's bottom lip when it was merely only minutes. And before we knew it, the front door creaked open indicating that Damien was home and we moved away from each other, pretending nothing had happened.
"Hey, Adeline. The school called me. I told them you were sick. You're lucky I am not a real parent." He walked into the room, seeing Eli and sent him a smile. "What's up, Eli? I see you guys broke into the liquor cabinet. No going anywhere, though. Morty better not be moved even an inch tonight."
"No problem." I could still feel the blush on my face. Luckily, the room was completely dark so there was no way Damien would notice.
"Anyway. I got a hot date tonight." Damien grinned. "Met a guy named Marco Del Rossi, and man is he sexy. And now, I have to get get sexy. You kids behave tonight! I wouldn't expect me home." Damien winked at us and ran up the stairs to go make himself look pretty.
"Well, uhh... " I looked around, suddenly feeling very awkward. I wanted to kiss Eli again, but with Damien here I didn't want the risk of him waltzing downstairs to ask me which outfit he should wear and break up another make out session so I stuck to moving my attention to the television.
"I'll kiss you again once he leaves." Eli smirked.
God, that fucking smirk.