The Shoes

Shorty

(Still the POV of Elijah/Eli)
"So how old are you?" I ask as we walk to my class. Apparently, we have the same one together. Let's just hope he isn't annoying. He turns to look up at me. "17, why?" He looked confused. I took this as an opportunity to bug him because why not. "I don't know. You just have the height of someone younger." I laugh as he looks annoyed.

"Yeah, and you have the maturity of a 10 year old." He scoffs back.

"Whatever you say, shorty~" I respond.

I look down at the ground while walking and see his ripped shoes. I asked with a slightly concerned tone

"Whats with the torn shoes, are you broke or some shit?" He stares at the ground.

His voice breaks as he speaks, "Yeah," he tucked his arms in his pockets.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to.." I don't know what to say, I just hurt this really nice guy, and I just met him..

I broke the silence.

"Fuck school I'm gonna skip what about you, join me?" I asked. He looks at me. "Yeah, sure, but I've never done this before you'll have to help me."

I look at him. "We should do something fun."

"Like?" Alex responded.

"How about we go around downtown."

"Yeah, sure, let's pass by my house so I can grab something."

"Yeah, let's get in my car then."

Alex looks at me a little shocked. "You can afford a car? Wow, that's lucky."

I try to keep a straight face, but that shit almost makes me cry.

"Okay, shorty, let's get in my car." I open the car door for him, and he hesitates.

He stands there, very still, not moving an inch, like he's been taught to. "I can't."

I look at him with confusion. "Why? Are you afraid of car accidents or something?"

While standing still as a statue, he responds weakly, "I don't want to ruin your nice car with my dirty shoes.."

I shove him into the seat and buckle him in. I'm putting his seat belt on for him as he gasps. I turn to look at him, and our faces are super close. I ask, "What's wrong?" He stares, looking down, not responding a word. I look down only to find my hand placed on his thigh. I realized I put my hand on him to put on his leg as balance when I was reaching for the seat belt.

I pull my hand back, but my face reminds me very close to his. I catch myself staring at his lips. I felt bad, but when I looked at him, he was staring at my lips also. He notices I notice, and his cheeks turn really red.

I look in his eyes, and I ask him.

"Can I?"

He looks back.

"No."

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