The Diamond and the Crybaby

Lunette

I didn't go straight to bed after Eleanor logged off, I never do. I sleep a lot later than that girl. How she could shut off so early was a mystery to me. I allowed my thoughts to roam free for a while, conjuring strange images and scenarios in my mind. People would tell me I'm a daydreamer, and I would be inclined to agree with them.

I muted the Melanie Martinez album that I had been listening to with Eleanor, and lay there in silence for a while, trying to mentally finish a fanfiction I had been planning for a while.

I gave up eventually, realising I'd been laying there in silence for about an hour. I knew it was a while before the new term started, but I knew I had a lot to sort in the morning. I glanced, forlornly at the cardboard boxes stacked in the corner of my room. The wallpaper and carpets has already been stripped off the walls and floors, which, to me, seemed somewhat pointless. What if these new people happened to like beige carpeting, and....well, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to completely cleanse our house of any evidence that we had been here.

As I lay down, trying to salvage what little sleep I could get, I thought about Eleanor. I felt sorry for that girl. I'd only ever seen her face-to-face once, and that was years ago. Despite this, she felt like a sister to me, and her problems were my problems. I didn't know the full story, but with her mother out on business trips constantly, and her father feeling stressed, well, that's how Eleanor said it. I didn't want to trouble her to much with my own issues, but there was only so long I could keep giving her 'advice'.

I decided, for the moment, it was best to forget about all that negativity, and focus on the good stuff. I knew I had a busy day ahead of me, but I also knew there was plenty of time to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. I pulled the covers over my head, and imagined all the stories I could write in the new place, as I finally managed to sleep.

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"Lunette, could you come here for a second?" My mother called from downstairs. I went over to the landing and yelled down, "What do you want?"
"Don't yell, just come down here and talk to me!"
I groaned, but made my way down anyway.
"I'm here." I sighed.
"Thank you," mum smiled, as she packed the contents of Dad's bookshelf into a box marked 'Living Room', "now, the movers are taking all the furniture out this afternoon, so you'll have to spend the night at your grandma's."
My heart plummeted. My grandma was perfectly nice, but the only thing she had for possible means of entertainment was a TV with only one channel anybody ever watched, and that was the news.
"There's no Wi-Fi at grandma's." I protested. "How am I supposed to finish my book?"
"You'll have to wait 'till we get Wi-Fi in the new place. For now, take your writing pad, and your girlfriend you won't be in touch for a few days."
I sighed, irritably. "Eleanor is not my girlfriend."
My mum chuckled. "I know sweetheart, but the look on your face never fails to amuse me. Now go ask your dad if he's done packing the CD's."
"Yes mum." I started to leave the room, when my mum yelled back, "have you sorted out the boxes in your room yet?"
"No." I called back.
"Well get it done! We're leaving tomorrow."
I turned, and stormed back to my room.
"Dad's busy dancing to The Rolling Stones." I mumbled, and closed my bedroom door behind me.

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"Moving?"
I nodded back, in silence.
"Where to?" Eleanor's pale face smiled back at me, concern in her eyes.
"Somewhere up north." I sighed, "the rent's cheaper than in London."
"You cockneys and your extortionate house pricing." Eleanor laughed, her voice allowing that rare northern twang she tried so hard to conceal.
"I'll 'ave you know I take that as a personal offence!" I replied, in my best fake cockney accent. We both laughed for a while.
"Still," I smiled, "it could be worse. I mean, we won't be at opposite ends of the country anymore."
"We could meet up sometime." Eleanor perked up, hopefully.
"Maybe..."

We sat in silence for a little.
"So," I said, trying to start up a conversation. "I won't have internet for a few days, so you'll have to survive without your best friend for a while."
"How will I cope?" Eleanor laughed, rolling her eyes a little. "Hmm, I have an idea..." 
She disappeared from view for a while,  and came back to the sound of 'Electra Heart', my favourite album by 'Marina and the Diamonds'. I couldn't help it. I laughed.
"I bloody love you." I said, doing my best impression of Eleanor.
"None of this fancy YouTube nonsense for me!" Eleanor laughed. "Just me, and my good old fashioned CD player."
"You actually bought the CD?" I asked.
"I bought all of them. You and your bloody diamonds ruining my life. I mean, have you seen your own Tumblr lately?"
I couldn't help blushing a little. Having a social media blog dedicated to a single human being was nothing new, but there were times that I felt I embodied every nerdy fangirl stereotype going.
"Stalker." I mumbled.
Eleanor laughed.
"Anyway, I must bid thee farewell. I hath things to do-eth." I said, like I was quoting some Shakespeare play.
"And you say I'm a dork." Eleanor laughed.
"No, seriously! I have to go! God, girl, you're so clingy! Besides, this baby," I tapped my laptop, "is the first thing going in."
We said our goodbyes , and I gently packed my laptop into a box marked 'Tech'. I looked around at the sea of tat that filled my room. It was going to be a long day.