Oblivious

41 // Half smiles

Laconic
(adj.) saying much in few words

-Elora-

This is a stupid idea.

But I'm only going to half regret it. And I fully miss him.

"Elijah?"

His head turns instantly, despite the fact we're in English class right now and he was in the middle of writing something down. "Yeah?"

Avoiding eye contact I stare down at my fingers that are fiddling around with each other. I also ignore the stare burning into the side of my head.

"Do you maybe-" "Yes." Elijah cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

Agreeing before he even knows what I'm asking of him.

My head turns to see he's got a soft smile on his face. A smile that makes him really rather pretty. And leaves me feeling sad. I really do miss him.

"You don't even know what I'm asking." My brows furrow and I make sure to whisper as the teacher walks past.

Elijah just smiles a little brighter, leans a little closer so I can hear him. "Id agree to anything with you."

My lips tilt pathetically. And despite the fact half of me believes he's just messing with me again I ask him, "Do you want to come with me to the museum?"

Elijah's nodding his head instantly. I don't think his excitement can be contained in a whisper because he practically shouts, "Absolutely."

The teacher turns to face him all he does is grin at her.

Then he's grinning at me again. And I tilt and fall a little more deeply. Become a little more pathetic. My anger and resolve wavers slightly and I wish he didn't look half as pretty as he does when he grins.

"Cool. Pick me up at 6?" I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, try and maintain my focus on my work as to not lean into his side.

Elijah nods, bites the inside of his cheek to try and control his smile. It doesn't work in the slightest.

We both ignore the way his pinkie wraps around mine. 

❤︎

"These are for you." Elijah hands me a bouquet of daisy.

"It's four 0'clock Elijah." I raise one eyebrow at him. He shuffles on his feet awkwardly, stares at his shoes, swinging the bag in his hand back and forth.

"I know."

"I told you to pick me up at 6?"

Elijah glances at me quickly, blushes the tiniest bit, stares at his shoes again. "I couldn't wait any longer."

My shoulders shag slightly, my grip on the bouquet tightening. They're really pretty flowers. "I'm not even ready yet."

Elijah raises his head, smiles at me, raises his hand to show me his bag. "I brought my stuff so we can get ready together?"