Elijah best lol

Dinner

I could hear over the top groaning coming out of complete silence. Of course it was from Elijah. Not only did his exaggeration give it away, the fact that he was the only one in the room with me was a big hint. He threw himself back on his bed making the scattered blankets and clothes shift. The messy state of his bed was all I knew and it seems like I'm the only other person who could stand it. I want him to be free with himself but maybe his bed could use a little order. I tolerated it as I frequently sat here with him which only made it worse. Maybe I should see this in a positive light. He doesn't feel the need to change things for me. He wants me to see him. I pause my thought process to look over at him and find him picking stuff out of his teeth using his phone camera as a mirror. My hope disappears. Maybe he's just lazy.

"What?" I kept my focus on my phone as he tossed his arms out to his sides, taking up space.

"My family. I completely forgot they wanted to do this dinner thing today. Or tonight I guess." He continued to groan indicating he wasn't very enthusiastic for this planned dinner. I don't remember him having a hatred for his family or being a depressed and abused runaway so I was confused why he didn't seem to enjoy this.

"Okay...? And you're upset, why?" I asked with slight sarcasm. He let out a light laugh and started to lift himself up so he was sitting at the edge of his bed again.

"I'm not. I just forgot about it, and I kinda don't wanna go now." He said while sighing and scooting closer to me. I was still confused on why he was so opposed to seeing his family that I knew he very much loved, but I guess he wasn't even sure himself.

"Well, are you going?" I asked, turning my head to look at him. He was starting to shove his phone in his sweatshirt pocket and stand up from the bed. He looked back at me before reaching over and grabbing a belt to slip in through loops of his pants. Which in itself indicated he was going. His attitude still persisted however. God forbid a dinner with family.

"Yea." He dragged out the word with a sigh. "You wanna come?" His question caught me off guard even though it wasn't anything remarkable.

"Sure. Courteous today huh?" I shrugged with a sarcastic remark. He knew how to play along with my jokes which made me enjoy talking to him.

"You can say thanks." He laughed while fitting his shoes on his feet and checking around for important items of his. He seemed to be hurrying which made me let out a light chuckle. I watched as he shoved more shit into his pockets before he grabbed his keys. It hit me, he was getting ready to leave this moment.

"Wait, right now?" I questioned. Did he really forget about this till the last minute?

"Yea." He said with a tone making it seem like it was obvious. Fuck, he really did wait till last minute.

After a short drive in his cluttered car we reached his mom's house. His car's messy state should be of no surprise to anyone as that's how most things he owned were. I don't think he tries to do this, but I don't think he tries to prevent it as well. Either way, I say nothing and simply observe. I know how to shut up and let him live in his happy world. I want him to enjoy whatever he's doing even if I don't get it. Even if he doesn't realize the small things I do for him. It seems like he doesn't realize a lot of things which I can understand. Ignorance is bliss. Whatever makes him happy.

Pulling into his mother's driveway he looked over at me for reassurance of some kind so I smiled. He seemed confident enough to head in so I followed as he walked up the door. The small moment of silence after knocking on a door and waiting for an answer was filled with us giving looks at each other. All I could think about was the complicatedness in his emotions. What was he nervous for? Did he expect me to do something? Was he excited about us being together to visit his family? I was always trying to chase after what he thought. Trying to understand him through his mess but I was always surprised with something new. I loved it. I admired his mess. I found beauty for something most people overlooked or even hated. I hoped I would be able to shower him with affection one day.