Oblivious

33 // Outside source

Moon-struck
(adj.) unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love

-Elora-

Pulling the end of my skirt down a little I glance at the house again.

The party's in full swing, people making out in bushes, different people throwing up in different bushes, music blasting so loud I'm definitely going to end up deaf after tonight.

It all so chaotic and crazy and I'm nervous.

I don't know whether it's a good nervous or not.

One part of me is nervous because this is my first party. I'm scared and a little terrified and not at all sure of what I should expect.

A different part of me, a larger part, is nervous because I know Elijah is already inside waiting for me.

He's inside waiting and I'm standing out here, insides on fire, butterflies clawing to escape the container of my stomach.

It's different.

Elijah's different.

Elijah and me are different.

Ever since he confessed that his feelings for me have changed, our dynamic has changed. Or maybe it's just expanded.

It's still the same. Just bigger and better.

He's lot more touchy. Hardly drops my hand. Glances at me far more often. Half the time his arm is always around my waist. He even pulled me onto his lap during lunch yesterday.

And every time we part ways he kisses my forehead.

We haven't properly kissed yet but we've gotten pretty close. Kissing the corner of each other's mouths. Leaning down far too often than is healthy.

We nearly did once, but I leaned up as he leaned down and we head butted. Moment totally ruined.

Marla tugs on my hand, pulling me along with her.

I spot Elijah instantly.

I always do. He's the face I look for in a crowded room. I think I'd find him even if I wasn't looking. I can't help but be drawn to him. Need him.

Like there's some sort of outside source that pulls me towards him.

Our own type of gravity.

He pulls, I pull. He shifts, I follow. We pull and we tug at each other. Leading and following.

Elijah seems to sense me staring at him. Zoning out of his conversation with Valentin and staring straight at me.

I watch as he takes a gulp, his eyes trailing over me. He scratches the top of his head, stands a little straighter, smiles a half sort of smile. One that says he's really delighted to see me but is also in a little bit of pain.

Marla tugs my hand again, pulling us in the direction of them. Danny trailing behind us as she says hi to a few people.

Before we've even made it through the threshold of the kitchen door Elijah's pulling me into him. Arms around my waist as he leans against the kitchen counter, his can disregarded as he gives me his full attention.

He leans down, pecks my cheek, his lips straying dangerously close to my own.

When his eyes meet mine again he's smiling a full smile. Ignoring whoever calls his name from over my shoulder, he leans down to my ear, whispers, "You look..."