-Eleanor-
It was 4:23 in the morning, and there was no way I was going to sleep. I was on the floor. I had volunteered to sleep in the sleeping bag because Brittney wouldn't stop bitching about wanting to be on the couch without having to curl up because of me and Jeanette was already on the recliner. I had not slept a wink all night, and we had stopped playing Bull at 2:30. Two hours nad three minutes and I had still not slept.
Finally, I gave up and inched out of the sleeping bag (which, by the way, was Alvin's- and I didn't want to know what he had done in there previously) and pulled on my socks. I padded slowly up the stairs and into the boys' room.
As soon as I entered the room, a voice whispered, "Hey, El."
I jumped. "What? Who's that?"
"It's Simon," he replied, and I squinted and found him in the dim moonlight from the window. He was sitting up in bed.
"Oh. Hey," I responded. "You can't sleep either?"
"No," he replied, then paused for a second. "Teddy's asleep now, but you can go over there anyway."
"Okay, thanks," I started over to Theodore's bed, then stopped and asked, "And you're not going to rat on me, right?"
He chuckled. "Of course not."
"Thanks, Si. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Eleanor."
I smiled, then crept over to Theodore's bed. I sat down, and as soon as I did, Theodore sat straight up, let out a small yelp, and looked over at me with a scared, wide awake expression on his face. When he recognized me, he frowned and laid back down, muttering, "You scared the crap out of me..."
"Sorry, Theo," I whispered, getting under the covers and snuggling up to him. "i couldn't sleep on the floor."
He grunted, and whispered back, "I was having a good dream too. Gosh."
"I'm sorry!"
He turned away, toward the window. "Okay. Apology accepted. Go to sleep."
We were quiet.
-Theodore-
We were quiet for about five minutes. Then Eleanor whispered:
"I can't."
I was so tired, I had no clue what she was talking about. "Can't what? Go to sleep."
"I am trying. I can't."
"Can't what?"
She sighed and mumbled, "Forget it."
I turned over again, so now I was facing her. She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes wide open. I sighed, and sat up. "Okay. What do you want me to do?"
"What?"
"You're awake. I'm awake. Let's go do something."
"What?"
"I'm hungry."
"What?"
As you can see, communication is very important in our relationship.
-Eleanor-
I walked down the stairs behind Theodore. We went into the kitchen and sat at the table with a box of Twinkies.
"I'm not eating those," I said quietly so as to not wake up anyone else, crossing my arms.
"Did I say they were for you?" he asked, opening the box.
We were silent as he ate a Twinkie, and then started on another one.
"Those are bad for you," I commented.
"So is not getting any sleep," he responded quickly.
"Did you know I was going to say that? That response sounded planned."
"Yes, I knew, and yes, it was planned."
We were quiet for a moment. Then I said quietly, "So... i want to hear more about this girl."
With his mouth full of Twinkie, he replied, looking confused, "Girl?"
"Please don't talk with the Twinkie in your mouth."
He rolled his eyes and swallowed, muttering, "Gimme a break, it's four in the morning."
I sighed, and continued, "You know. The one Alvin is with. Have I ever met her?"
"Oh," he said, starting to unwrap another Twinkie. I stopped him. He gave me a dirty look, but let me take the box and put it away. He waited until I sat back donw, then continued, "Her name is Sophi, and you wouldn't know her. She goes to the Arts school downtown. She's a ballet student, and a singer, although not as good as you or Brit or Jeanette. She's at the art school just for ballet."
"Okay. What does she look like?"
"She's tall- relative to me and you, anyway- and she has brown hair."
I waited for more, but he stopped there. I shook my head. "Wow, that sure was detailed," I said sarcastically.
"I know," he said, smiling. Then he leaned back in his chair, adding, "I don't know what Alvin sees in her. I always thought she was kind of a bitch, you know? She thinks she's waaayyy better than anyone else and, in reality..." he yawned, then continued, "...she's nothing special."
-Brittney-
I woke up at four something because i had to pee. I laid there for about ten minues, too lazy to get up. When I just couldn't stand it anymore, I got up to use the bathroom, and walked past the kitchen, where I heardvoices.
"She's not even that pretty. Like, she hardly eats, and she wears a lot of makeup, but htat means she just looks like a skinny clown."
The other person giggled. "That's mean."
"Maybe so, but it's true."
i poked my head in. "What are you two talking about?"
Theodore and Eleanor both jumped, and turned around.
Eleanor opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Theodore interrupted her.
"Oh, just a girl at the Arts school downtown," he replied.
"Yeah, and there's something we need to-"
"It's nothing important," Theodore added, talking over Eleanor again.
They were acting weird, but i just shook my head and went to the bathroom.
A girl from the Arts school.
Something Eleanor needed to tell me, but something Theodore didn't want me to know.
That should have been clue number one.
