Note: I do not own Degrassi.
Thursday
You fidgeted in the hard library chair while sitting in the crowded and rather busy library which was unusual for the library, but then again, a combination of both genders sat in this room pouring their heart out about their sweetheart.
Everyone -except you.
Now the reason for your initial writers block on the assignment was not because the room was overly crowded and noisy, voices bouncing off walls and whacking you on the side of the head.
Neither was it the faint sound of rock music blaring from your best friend's headphones as he sat next to you at the wooden table, focusing hard on his letter to the shy journalist and it was already two pages long and you haven't even completed one, haven't even wrote a damn word.
It was all because of that lip bruising kiss you had underwater with Imogen yesterday, that kiss had not only made your mind complete jelly considering you hadn't kissed a girl since the posh lesbian grabbed your tie and pulled you into a eye opening smooch, but that kiss underwater had literally blown you away from the moment her plump lips had a greeting with yours.
After you two had climbed from the pool together -you pulling her small frame from the dark blue, she had given you a swift peck on the lips before scurrying off, muttering something about feeding her pet turtle and her chickens soon as she arrived home.
Since then you hadn't heard from Imogen, she hadn't called, nor texted, you didn't even see her in the halls this morning - making you feel uneasy and slightly nervous.
Or overly nervous.
You sat there, tapping your pen against the hard wood, making a light noise from the object as they bounced from each other, you sighed and looked down at the blank piece of paper, all you had written so far was,
Dear Imogen Moreno,
You glanced over from your own white blank page and over at Eli's where his scrawls were somewhat legible as he wrote quick and fast, pausing every now and then to bite at the end of his pencil for a train of thought and then continue on writing as if it was needed for living - which for Eli, it was.
You quickly shifted your eyes back at the beginning of Eli's letter and began reading,
Clare,
Letters are pretty cheesy eh? That's what I thought of last year and it was nearly impossible for me to even write you a simple letter showing my affections - me! I published writer couldn't find the words to describe you, sure I stayed up all that night, pretty much dragged myself to school the next day to read my letter to you.
But now its all different, we've grown together as a couple and individuals, we've been through shit, that I will not deny, but that shit we went through - shit with my undiagnosed bipolar, you and Jake, me and Imogen, just my petty jealousy, it all made us grow in a way.
I would not have imagined myself like this in my grade 12 year, I was sure I'd never make it to my grade 12 year at the rate I was going mentally in grade eleven.
But here I am, here I am controlling myself and taking things nice and slow with us this time around, because Clare, what I said that day we basically poured our hearts and souls about our past feelings - I was being truthful about all of that and I will not go back on my word whatsoever, that I prom-
"Looking at something, Torres?" Eli asks which startles you and you immediately jump in your seat and look at Eli shamingly, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks at being caught reading something so personal, yet so powerful, but then again this did come from your best friend, the man was a master when he had a pencil between his fingers and a paper before him.
You nod sheepishly and Eli barks out a laugh as he shakes his head and mutters something about your red cheeks, you look back down at your blank paper and slowly bring your pencil to the paper and started to write whatever came to your mind - it was always that way with Eli, he always wrote what he felt and thought - then again his therapist makes him do that daily in a journal, so you found yourself stuck, but your hand continued moving.
Once you controlled your hand to stop, you peeked at what you had written on the white piece of paper and swallowed the lump down your throat at the words,
Dear Imogen Moreno,
I really really really like you, and your kisses.
This was horrid, you realize as you re-read the line you wrote over and over again, it sounded so much like what Fiona had written to you a year ago, you did not want to be Fiona when it came to writing letters, you wanted to be.. You.
"Now what do we have here.." Eli says slowly as he grabs your paper from under your nose and ignores your protests which were quickly shushed by the librarian, but Eli was a quick reader and read the one line you had written with a grin on his face as he let a snort escape his lips.
"You and Imogen.. kissed?" Eli asked as he placed the paper back in front of you with a teasing smirk replacing his grin now as he looked at you for the answer he wanted, you groaned and rolled your eyes - only Eli could make you spill the deepest secrets, him and.. Clare could also do that as well - no wonder the two were together you thought bitterly as you nod your head at Eli's words and his smirk grew across his face.
"Wow.. Was it good?" Immediately Eli asked that question you hoped he wouldn't ask, but quickly you remembered something and a small smirk grew on your face as you say,
"Wouldn't you already know?"
Eli's smirk fell a bit, but still stayed stuck on his jaw as he snickered and sighed,
"Touché, Torres. Touché, but you still need to write Imo something better than this garbage, you aren't in advanced grade 12 English for nothing." Eli said honestly as he gestured towards your horrible start of a letter.
"Then how did you manage to write Clare a two paged letter - all in forty five minutes?" You question your smug friend and he chuckles at your question.
"Its because I have history to write on, Adam. I listen to her - I listen about her and Alli's continuing fight, I listen about her and Jake trying to be friends, I listen to her and Helen's feud. I listen to her so I know things about her, like I know when she has a bad day she'll go the whole day with the arms crossed demeanor like some stereotypical movie teenager or when she's not feeling good, she'll rest her head on my shoulder and I tell her sweet things to get her by. Its all based on my history with Clare - that and my love for her basically covers a two paged letter, I could write more, but.. I don't wanna seem so.. Suffocating again." Eli confessed as he straighten up his letter for Clare, you stared at your best friend in awe at his words.
His words were something you needed to start on this letter, his words were fuel to your engine in your hand that would start off your writing, without those words, you'd be screwed.
But as you pull out a clean sheet of white paper and begin writing 'Dear Imogen Moreno," not only does Imogen have heavy words, but so does Eli as well.
"I can see you two being together - it makes sense for you to go after a girl who liked me first, you take after your dumbass of a brother, I'm proud of you, Torres and I'm sure Imo is too."
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