Helllllloooooo everyone! This chapter will be in Elijah's POV hope you enjoy!
Eliza and I stayed at the party for maybe an hour, but I have a better idea in mind.
I take her to one of my parents' shop, but this one is my favorite.
It was a view of the clouds and a lake so big and beautiful.
I lay a towel on the grass for both of us to lay on.
We look up at the clear sky. Her head on my chest and she kisses my neck every now and then. It makes me feel like I'm king of the world.
"Twenty questions?" I ask.
She nods.
"How old were you when you got that tattoo?" I ask, rubbing her hip.
"Sixteen when my dad was first diagnosed." She answers.
"See Princess, you wild!"
"Be quiet Barbarian. But, um, how are you?"
I frown. "I'm managing. I think we're going to Germany to see him."
She rests a reassuring hand on my chest. "That's good."
"Did I fuck up you and Elizabeth's relationship?"
She shakes her head. "Not at all. We've never really gotten along, but it was cool because I had my dad and she had my mom. When he died I was out numbered and being double teamed."
"Sounds like hell."
"It is. Okay favorite ice cream?" She asks.
"Umm I literally love all of them."
"Really?"
I nod with a smile. "So? It takes me a minute to order ice cream."
"You're turn."
"Okay um, favorite black movie?" I ask.
"ATL and Baby Boy oh and Django."
"Choose."
"ATL." She answers.
"Why?"
"Because I always rock the New-New shit, just like New-New."
"I have never seen that movie."
"What! Why not?" She demands.
"Because I was too busy watching Boyz in da Hood!"
"That's no excuse! We have to watch it." She demands.
"Okay favorite movie?"
"Pocahontas, Princess and the Frog, and the Sound of Music."
"You're a kid and Aladdin was so much better."
"What is with you fuckers and Aladdin?! He was a liar and pervert. She was fifteen and he was eighteen! Then his genie really made the movie!"
"Still better than freaking Pocahontas." I smirk.
"Was not!"
"Was too! She fell in love with her colonizer! And real life version he sold her and she was forced to change religions." I inform.
"Ugh, barbarian."
"Thank you. Now ask me a question."
"How did you get that scar on your chest?"
Fucking hell! She had to ask me that?
"I don't know if you wanna know about that." I tell her.
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