Biography of Heartbreaks

Chapter 6 | Unrealistically Real

This chapter is dedicated to @Littlecities.

Thank you for writing Parallel Streets, it's a wonderful book.

Elliot's room by the side

Chapter 6 { Unrealistically Real }

The hardest thing in life is not trying to pass all your Finals in highschool. It's trying to get some answers out of a drunken person.

I'm pretty sure Elliot has drank more than 10 bottles of alcohol. He's been slouched on the car seat for ages! I poked him in the face, like, 5 times and he's still sleeping like a pig. A pig is the best way to decribe how Elliot Grey sleeps. I can see droplets of drool spilling from his mouth! Our driver is probably pissed off at us by now. I've been trying to get Elliot's address for ages, but he's just lying there; like a dead pig.

I poked his cheek for god knows how many times. I made sure this one hurts. "Elliot Grey! If you don't tell me where you live, I'm going to throw you out this car!"

He groaned annoyingly, swatting my hands away. "How many times do I have to tell you, Courtney. Later, just give me a few more minutes!"

"How many times do I have to tell you," I mimicked. "I'm not Courtney, and please. A few minutes my ass, I've been here trying to get you home and you're not telling me it!"

This boy is so troublesome. I just want to go home and sleep, but, he's the only one stopping me from having any peace around. Yes, I can just drop him down some dump and leave. But I know I'll come back, feeling guilty. If I was born into a hardcore family, then I won't be having this dilemma.

"Miss," I hear the driver call out. "I've got to get home soon. So, like, can you please hurry up? I don't got all day."

I lowered my head, smiling sheepishily at him. "I am so sorry about this. It's just my...He's completely wasted and I'd like to take him home."

"You're not going to rape him, right?"

"What, no!" I said, bewildered by his question. "Why would I do that? I know him!"

"I don't know," he replied. "Some girls are desperate. But you don't seem like that type. I was just curious. He doesn't look half bad, so, I can see why girls would want to kidnap him."

I furrowed my brows, confused. "Um, are you checking him out?"

"No," he laughed, light-heartedly. "It was just something I picked up. I'm not gay."

"I didn't say you were."

We both fell into a measure of awkward silence. It was quiet enough to hear Elliot snore softly in the corner. He looked awfully cute, sleeping in the corner of the car. His hair was tousled up everywhere. Messy, but in a adorable kind of way. His cheeks were the color of apples. I can feel his warmth radiating from his body. In a way, it made me want to get closer to him. Weird...

"Now you're the one checking him out."

"What? I wasn't checking him out." I protested, my cheeks turning pink instantly.

"Keep telling yourself that kiddo," he snickered. "I can see that stare of yours. All googly eyes and-"

"You sure talk a lot for a driver." I interrupted, trying to divert the subject.

"Whatever," he mumbled. "You know, maybe you should try waking him up, nicely. Chastising the daylighting out of someone isn't a very idea, if, you're trying to get some information."

"I wasn't 'chastising the daylights' out of him," I quoted.

"Well, if you want to actually get somewhere, try to be nice. It doesn't hurt." He said, a hard smile plastered on his face.