A/N:

So, I really should have updated ages ago, and I apoligize. I know I'm a horrible person, but hey, I had a little break up with this particular pairing for a bit…but I'm back now. I might also start posting things from different fandoms…just to mix it up. No, you don't have to read it if you don't like the pairings or such. But that same disclaimer has been out there forever. Yeahhhhh. You can guess all you like to where this is going, but I'm only going to say that it's nowhere negative. This is my attempt at a topsy turvy backwards romance story. It will work if you bear with me. 3

SHOUTOUTS:

Thought I was going to forget about these, didn't you? As if.

MissStarPunk: Let's start off with the fact that her writing is immaculate. It'd be easier to find an error and a medical journal than in her stories. Her writing is cute and sweet just like she is. Her detail of cutesy love scenes makes my heart melt and form into something than a lump of coal.

CatrienStardust: On top of being a great writer, she knows great taste in authors. Which is probably what adds to her writing to make it something truly worth reading. Her writing abilities are far beyond her age, and I can't wait to see how she develops and reaches even my age. :o

Themusiksnob: Been reading her stuff for quite some time and it is still of the outmost honor that she reads my silly stories. I really advise everyone to read her less than M stories. The detail is still impeccable, but more touching in a sense of emotions. Don't get me wrong, if you haven't read the M rated stories, get on that too!

LiteraryLolita: Oddly enough, most of my stories now have been prompted in one way or another by her. One thing I particularly like about this saucy author is that she does not rush intimacy in her stories. It's gradually built and a realistic understanding is built. People should try following that. I may not write long stories, but I usually try to build somewhat of an understanding as to when intimacy can be properly reached. Yeah, bby.

So, enjoy this. Hopefully. Maybe you won't. Who knows?

Disclaimer: I just bought and am now the owner of some lovely notebooks and pens. Give me a few years and I'll own Degrassi. Til then, the ownership is not mine.

The car ride home was awkwardly silent. So silent, it seemed deafeningly loud. Eli appeared to be in deep thought of preparations. But of what he was planning, I couldn't say. I shifted around every so often, letting deep sighs escape my lips to hopefully break him out of his pensive attitude.

I laughed inwardly, hypothesizing that he was formulating a strategy to not feel the need to pull me into a passionate embrace every time he saw me. For that had become quite the regular behavior between Eli and I.

It would probably weird to reverse this whole process at this point. We had never gotten out of our clothes really before the previous night, but it just felt so natural to cling to him in any possible way.

The idea that such contact would now cease upset me to a decently high degree. Good things come to those who wait was the only phrase that kept me on the brink of sanity. And now wouldn't I start having urges more so now that my body knew the feeling of release? Even if I didn't remember the events of it, I could certainly feel some differences besides feeling sore.

When he reached my house, he slowed the car to a stop. He looked over at me with a strange glint in his eyes that held a secret he wouldn't dare tell me.

He leaned over and kissed me soundly on the lips, but pulled back before I could really even react. He shook his head and smirked, not looking me in the eyes, but instead directly in front of him.

"I'm going to miss that for some time."

I just had to outwardly laugh. I mean what was this crazy boy of mine talking about? There was no way I'd up all terms of affection with him. I just wouldn't be able to handle that. "Just because we're starting over, doesn't mean we can't do that."

"Oh yes it does. You don't fully understand the extent that I'm taking this back to. But you will…soon enough. Now scoot!" He shooed me out of my seat, then laughed and told me to enjoy the nap I was going to be taking soon. As if, I felt wide awake.

I stood at my door, waiting for him to drive away. I should have known he would wait until I was fully inside my house before driving off. I eventually did step in the front door, shutting it, and then leaning my back against it.

I gradually slid down the door, feeling the change of the designs etched into the wood.

Sighing deeply, I decided it was best to start thinking back to the events of yesterday from the very beginning.

From what I remember, it started off as a completely normal day. I woke up, washed my face, ate a well-balanced breakfast of Coco Puffs, and then carried on with my other usual daily tasks.

As I continued to sort through my actions, a shredded glimpse of anger was found and that was associated to one Miss. Middleton. The reason behind this anger that my memory kept was still hazy. But hey, it was a start to the confusion that was the previous day.

And knowing Jenna, it could be a variety of reasons I was upset with her the previous day. Maybe the memory was associated back to when she stole KC away. Memories could get mixed up; it's been known to happen.

I stood up and went off to the kitchen, getting some Tylenol and water to down it with. I tried to recall what Alli said was the ultimate hangover cure. That was blank, too. This is just great. I was beginning to feel weak again and standing up was becoming to be a hassle.

One thing I luckily remembered that the cause of hangovers is the body's inability to complete the Krebs' Cycle. Aka: dehydration.

Advanced science courses did have their perks every so often. I got a Gatorade out of the refrigerator, and found some bread in pantry. That should suffice for proper electrolyte and carbohydrate consumption. But pancakes didn't sound too bad, either.

After making a few chocolate chip cinnamon pancakes, I was getting slightly sleepy. Domesticity was more exhausting than I previously remembered. But oh wow, did it taste wonderful. So very good.

So very good, I woke up, and the smell of cinnamon was assailing my sense of smell like no other. In a panic, I rushed to push myself out of the plate of pancakes.

Well, that was an unexpected nap. One I don't even remember taking. I hope this doesn't become a trend.

At the very least my parents were out. So I didn't have to explain my random passing out. This would seem like narcolepsy, and God knows my mother would rush me to get treated immediately. What a paranoid woman.

I couldn't help but to laugh thinking back at Eli's words. He was right, I did need nap, whether I wanted to accept that fact or not.

I instinctively reached for the phone in my pocket and texted Eli, telling him how I passed out in my breakfast. He'd laugh, but it was an endearing sort of thing you would tell someone you trusted.

A few minutes passed and he didn't reply. Odd. He was probably napping himself. Sleep did feel pretty good after a night like that. But I was no longer tired.

I started to walk around my house looking for something to do. I went to my room to check my online sites and statuses. Nothing was happening. Everything seemed dead and dull and as if people were purposely slowing their online activity the second I decided to amuse myself with it.

Ugh.

I slammed my laptop shut in frustration, and began to pace my room for a while, hoping something would come to mind to do. Being restless was so irritating.

Back down the stairs I went to flop of the couch. Once I had comfortably found a position to snuggle against some pillows, my phone started to vibrate.

I flipped out of my comfortable position to sit upright and grabbed the phone, waiting to see Eli's response.

I stared at the phone blankly as I read the short message.

Who is this?

Wait, what?

Bahaha, yes. Short. Oh well. Next part will be much longer. And much more involved with characters. I will try to update again by next week, if not? Pester me. Twitter =

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