can i just say that I LOVE you guys? you guys are way more awesome with your reviews than i ever thought you would be! i love you all xoxo
diclaimer: i wonder what you guys would do if i actually DID own degrassi. it would probably just be eli making out with a new character (played by me ;] ) the whole time. hmm. anyway yeah i don't own degrassi. and that's probably a good thing for you guys.
I could feel my eyes widen with excitement. This is my chance, I thought. This will get Eli to finally remember me.
Eli looked at the bag in his hand with disbelief.
"What's that?" Clare asked, shifting on the couch.
"It's nothing," Eli said, his voice shaky. "But it's getting kind of late. Your parents might get mad if you don't go soon." I could tell he was just trying to get rid of her politely, and I could feel the corners of my lips beginning to travel upward.
"It doesn't seem like nothing." She stated, ignoring his silent yet obvious request to leave.
"It's just something for my mom," He lied. "But you really should leave so your parents don't get mad."
He obviously wants you to leave. So go, I mentally ordered Clare. Clare got up from the couch and walked next to Eli. She took the box and read the scribbled words written upon it. It had Eli's address, my old address, and the words "Julia's Stuff."
"Wow," Clare said. "Thanks for the lie. It's really pathetic that you can't get over your dead girlfriend, Eli." My mouth went dry. Even though I wasn't particularly fond of Clare, since she was Eli's new girlfriend her opinion of me did matter on some level. Those words stung. I looked down at my shoes, a tear slipping down my cheek.
She threw the box across the room and it hit the wall with a loud noise. Then, she stole the garbage bag from his hands and threw that in the same direction as the box, only this time it made a crashing sound, like glass breaking. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain from the core of my stomach. I winced, clutched my stomach, and continued to watch the scene played out before me like a movie.
"Leave." Eli demanded, gritting his teeth and pointing to the door. Clare wiped away a tear and stormed out of the house. Eli stood in that same spot for a minute, pointing and gritting his teeth like he was frozen. The pain in my stomach stopped. Eventually, he ran over to the box and garbage bag, cursing. He kneeled down picking up the bag.
"I'm sorry, Jules." He whispered to the garbage bag, as if it was me. I walked closer to him and sat on the ground beside him.
"It's okay." I said, looking into his eyes. I expected to be happy once I finally saw him acknowledging my existence, but this was a feeling I had never come across before. I wanted nothing more than to comfort him. I slowly inched my way closer to him, studying his sorrowful face as his eyes scanned the bag. Then, I reached my arms out and moved my chest closer to him, in an attempt to give him a hug. Instead my entire body just fell right through him, so I pulled myself away again. Another cheek fell from my eye as I watched him sit there continuing to study the bag, unaware that anything had happened.
Slowly, Eli opened the bag and reached his shaking hand inside of it. He pulled out a small, slightly cracked mirror with a purple handle. I remembered the countless nights I spent staring into that mirror, crying. Eli set the mirror down on the floor. I picked it up and looked into it, but saw nobody staring back. The fact that I spent so much of my time trying to perfect the figure I saw staring back at me in the mirror seemed ridiculous now; now, nobody but a transparent, invisible figure is staring back.
The next item Eli pulled out was definitely one of my most prized possessions; a Dead Hand concert shirt dated from April 18, 2009. Although that night was only a few days prior to my death, it didn't stop that night from being one of the best in my short life.
"I've seen your pattern," The lead singer of Dead Hand, Matt, sang in his flawless voice. "and I can match it. Just trace the lines of your paisley jacket." The band stood on a platform about a two feet above the ground. Eli and I were in the front row, jumping up and down senselessly. They were so close to me I could practically feel the vibrations of their instruments.
Mine and Eli's voices were pained and sore to the point where they were probably bleeding down our throats. Never before had I sang in public except for this one night. The only insecurity I felt was the unwelcoming reminder that I had gained six pounds, and it went straight to my stomach. I put my hands over my stomach, embarrassed. After I heard Eli's singing voice booming in my ear, the thought was pushed aside. It was so hilariously atrocious that I laughed so hard I began to cry.
Then, Matt stopped singing and ran to the back of the stage, picking up a black t-shirt with their band name on it. He ran back to the front of the stage and jumped off, landing directly in front of me. The people around me roared with excitement and crowded around Eli, Matt and I. Matt's grey eyes locked on mine and he flashed me a big smile.
"What's your name?" He asked me loudly. I could practically feel the inner fan boy in Eli ready to burst out of his shell.
I opened my mouth ready to speak, but again no words came out. By this point in my life, you would have thought I would have realized by then that I can't talk during exciting situations in which communication is needed the most. I felt the self-loathe boil deep down in my chest, and right before I was about to die of humiliation, Eli cleared his throat before speaking up.
"Her name's Julia. Mine is Eli." He yelled, nearly saving my life. I looked over at my boyfriend and flashed him a huge smile of appreciation, while Matt took out a marker from his pocket and began to write on the shirt. He handed the shirt to me, before winking at Eli and I. I heard a bunch of voices around me saying things like "I want a t-shirt too," and "Over here, Matt!" However, he only handed out one t-shirt and it was to me. Out of all of the hundreds of people at that concert, Dead Hand decided to give me a signed t-shirt.
I looked at the shirt and read, "Julia, we hope you and Eli stay strong and keep rocking out to us until the day you die. WE LOVE YOU. Love Matt and the rest of Dead Hand." Tears of happiness rolled down my face. It was absolutely perfect.
I looked over at Eli once again who was grinning from ear to ear.
"We're there." He said. It was as if his grin was contagious, for I too began to sport a goofy-wide toothed grin.
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. I could feel his smile through our kiss and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered around rapidly. It was more than absolutely perfect.
I flashed back to reality when I saw Eli, trembling. He was holding a book that he had retrieved from my bag. A few tears slipped down his cheeks before he dropped the book, wrapped his arms around his legs and began to sob. I had never seen my true love so upset in his entire life.
I looked down at the book that he had dropped beside him. It was a particularly thick book that I had been studying for about four months every night. It was entitled Pregnancy: What to Expect When You're Expecting.
hope you guys enjoyed! did you guys guess ahead of time that julia was pregnant? what do you think about her being pregnant? love it or hate it? anywayyy review please! even if you don't like it so i'll know how to improve the story :)