Elija Grimes sleeps with everyone he bumps into and even finds himself in bed with his three 'straight' friends. His actions have enormous consequences and it's questionable whether those are good or bad.
(Standalone)
Written: May 2016 - Jan 2017
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~ Elija ~
Tossing and turning in bed... I hate it. I thought I'd never be doing it anymore since high school. This time, it isn't the fucker of a father that brought me to life, but Mikael. My almost lifelong friend and now the man that I love. I scoff at the thought. My friends themselves said it. Who'd have thought? Not me, that's for sure. But I can't possibly deny the strong urge of wanting him with me, right here, right now. Hence the tossing and turning.
Why did no one tell me being in love was annoying as shit? It's fucked up all my emotions. I'm not myself anymore. The Elija Grimes everyone knew is gone. Instead of a careless sex-god—my friends' words, not mine—I'm an insecure, afraid, sensitive, emotional wreck. All my mind used to worry about was whether my grades were good and whether I still had enough contraceptives, because STI's are scary shit. Now all I'm worrying about is Mikael, Mikael, Mikael.
After lying in my bed for several hours, not having closed my eyes for even a second, I get up with a deep sigh. I take my comforter with me and move to the sofa, sitting down on that instead. I curl my legs up beneath me and wrap the comforter around me, even though it isn't even cold. I like holding the soft covers in my hands. I don't even do anything, like turning on the TV. I just sit on the sofa, staring into the dark, empty apartment.
I'm about to get up and knock on Seth and Gray's door to see if they want to get up for me, when the front door of my own apartment opens. I curiously look up to see Mikky entering the room.
"What are you doing here?" he asks when he sees me.
"I live here."
He rolls his eyes. "I meant, what are you doing on the sofa? Why aren't you in bed?"
"Couldn't sleep," I mumble.
"Wanna watch a movie?" he suggests.
When we were in high school, if I couldn't sleep, I would go over to my friends and we'd watch a movie, during which I would always fall asleep. I probably slept more at Mikky's than I did at my own place. I just couldn't be at home. I felt uneasy there. It'd always be bad action movies, or sappy romance movies, or sometimes even horror movies that weren't even scary at all. Anything mindless that would take my mind off home.
It's a little odd to be watching a movie with Mikael right now, in this situation, because the reason I can't sleep is totally different than normally, namely the guy himself, but why not? "Sure."
He smiles and takes his shoes off, before taking seat beside me on the sofa, turning our small TV on with the remote control and selecting a random movie offered for free by our TV company. We don't know what it's about—we just watch with no expectations, like we always do.
