ELI WOLFSFELD
"I'm soooo hapyyyyyy," Claire says like a child, smiling even when I know any minute she's going to fall asleep on this carpeted floor.
"I know, I can tell."
"I still can't believe this. I thought the surprise party would be in the morning, but then I go to the beach and then you bring me to Cruella and the haunted house and then I come home and it's like, 'Surpriseeeeeeee!'" She giggles, making a really cute sound I'm sure unheard in this world. Her smile is plastered on her face despite her attempt to stay awake, and right then I resist the urge to take her into my arms for an embrace.
"Eli Wolf, you are an amazing person, you know that?"
I laugh. "Thank you, you're not so bad yourself."
"Thank youuuu, thank you thank you," she says for the thousandth time. She crawls towards me, grinning. She binds her arms around my waist, and her face is leaning on my chest, only my thin cotton shirt dividing my skin from hers. "I love youuuuuuu."
I close my eyes, trying my best not to inhale her vanilla perfume, afraid to run my fingers through her auburn hair that frames her innocent, angelic face. I force them shut, not only my eyes but my feelings, frightened to distance myself from this vulnerable seventeen year old girl whom I love.
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"Come on Claire, I know your bedroom is really awesome, but don't waste your summer vacation trapped in here, buried in books," Celine says, in her effort to bring me outside of my apartment.
"First of all, reading books is not a waist of time. And second, I know the only reason why you want to go to that party is 'cause Brandon's obviously going to be there. It's his house."
Brandon Lacroix has been Celine's new obsession for about a month now. After her horrible break up with that piece of poo, Chaad Wescott, it took many months for her to finally get over it. We went through dozens of movies and tubs of frozen yogurt during her time of depression, and even spent our afternoons at the mall, splurging on clothing items that we didn't really need. Tears were shed, hearts were broken, new love stories, minds awaken.
"That's not true. I happen to have a social life. Plus Chaad's gonna be there. It's a pool party, and I'm planning on showing him what he let go of." Celine has beautiful Venetian blonde hair, blue eyes and a petite frame. I don't understand how anyone could replace her for some other slut, or sluts, in this case.
"Tell me again why I have to be part of this?"
"'Cause you're my best friend, and I need moral support."
"If Brandon's there just flirt with him and Chaad will be loads jealous. Plus Brandon seems to like you back. Who wouldn't? You're gorgeous."
"I really want you to be there, Claire. Please?" Celine intertwines her fingers and gives her best pleading expression.
I give up, not because of her act but because she's like a sister to me. She hugs me tightly, showering me with thank yous. I learn that in a friendship, there are way too many things to be thankful for.
"Just remember, I'm risking the fact that I may turn orange for the sake of being your 'moral support'. You know best how my skin tans horribly." Sophomore year, when I got carried away swimming and playing volleyball at the beach for an entire day, I practically mirrored Snooki. I was sunburnt and had a bikini tan line the rest of the year. Ever since then I've been traumatized, and cautious every time I'm out in the sun.
"Okay, okay. And, by the way, wear that red two piece Elly gave you. We need to make a flashy entrance."
"You cannot be serious."
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