Change of Plans

12|attraction

Saturday, November 19th

Last night I made an alarm to make sure I got up before my parents did so I could wake up Eli. There was no way I was going to get caught.

So, at 4:30 in the morning, I walked down the stairs sleepily to get Eli the hell out of my house.

I tiptoed towards the couch and saw his chocolatey hair covering his eyes while he breathed deeply.

I almost felt bad waking him up.

Almost.

"Elijah, wake up." I whispered gently as I got closer to him.

Nothing.

I sighed and walked the rest of the way so I stood in front of the couch. Hesitantly, I put my hand on his shoulder to try and shake him awake.

Nothing.

Great, he's dead.

He probably died from alcohol poisoning or something awful like that. He died and I was going to take the blame.

I rolled my eyes at my overdramatic thoughts and tried to wake him up one last time.

I decided the best way would be to push him off the couch, hoping it wouldn't make too much noise. It was probably the easiest option at this point.

I quietly walked to the other side of the couch and put my hands on his warm back and pushed gently until he fell off completely. When his body hit the ground it made a loud thump and I cringed, hoping it didn't wake anybody else up.

Eli immediately groaned loudly on the floor, at lest he woke up.

He sat up sleepily and looked around him though squinted eyes in confusion until he realized that there was another person with him. He made eye contact with me and seemed to put two and two together that I was the one who pushed him.

He stood up quickly and his eyebrows knit together, "What the hell was that for?" He said way too loud for 4:30 in the morning. "Why are you here? Where the hell am I?" His voice raised to a yell and I immediately covered his mouth with my hand.

I could feel his soft lips brushing my palm and I remembered those same lips on my neck last night. I shivered slightly and ignored the feeling strange it gave me.

"Shhh, people are sleeping." I whispered calmly and used my other hand to raise a finger to my lips.

He seemed to calm down so I slowly took my hand away from his mouth, my finger still against my lips.

"What is happening right now?" He groaned rubbing his eyes. He looked so confused, poor guy. "We didn't like, do anything, did we?" He questioned and pulled his hands away from his face, dropping them by his sides to look me in the eyes.

I was taken aback by the question and how casually he asked it, like he wouldn't be surprised if we had.

I wonder how many times he'd been in this situation, probably too many times to count. I guess those rumors were true then...

Instead of lashing out at him like I so badly wanted to, like my brain was yelling at me to, I just shook my head, "No," I paused and closed my eyes, sighing, "of course not." I opened my eyes to see Elijahs reaction.

He seemed to have noticed his slip up and I could see the regret crossing his features. "Right..." He faded out. "Sorry." He said even quieter than he had said anything up to this point.

I nodded and started to offer him the real explanation. "Last night you called me, drunk, and I picked you up and then you slept on my couch. But you need to leave, like, right now. If my parents see you, we're both done for." I yawned at the end of the sentence and crossed my arms over my chest. I suddenly realized that I neglected to put a bra on but I didn't even care at that point. He was leaving anyways so it made no difference.