A/N: People dislike hearing things that are uncomfortable for social settings. This story is a slash novel with heavy themes (eating disorders, self mutilation, and coarse language, as well as some graphic content not meant for those who have not experienced the birds and the bees). Read at your own risk! Constructive criticism is always welcome.
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Story Summary:
Elijah Buchanan is a shy Catholic boy, plays kicker for his school football team, and keeps his head out of the way. Albeit being a quiet, altruistic teenager, he suffers self esteem issues, especially with the passing of his younger brother, and how his parents never did quite meet his eyes after he came out. When his path collides with Leomaris Radcliffe, the out and proud quirk of the swimming team, his life seems to take a U-turn, and his privacy is not-so-elusively invaded.
A is for Adderall [WEIGHT: 195.5 LBS BMI: 25.8]
Elijah Buchanan squinted at the fluorescent light above him. The backs of his tennis shoes tapped impatiently against the examination bed as he swung his legs in front of him. The doctor's office smelled clean, a bit too clean fro his own good in all honesty. His honey hazel eyes were wide with anxiety as the pristine handle began to turn. He whispered a silent prayer of penance as a sliver of guilt splintered into his side. He ducked his head of handsome brown hair and peered through his bangs as his doctor entered. She greets him with a warm smile that seems to add a touch of color to the sanitized room.
"Hi Eli."
Eli grins back timidly as he continues to sway his long legs.
"Hi Dr. Walker," he mutters into his hands as she fiddles on her laptop.
"Eli, your teachers have reported that your attention span is less than desirable," she states, giving him a slightly stern look.
The proper guilt displays on his features. "Yes ma'm, I'm sorry," he apologized, his core burning, aching for such a betrayal.
Dr. Walker 'tsks' and lifts his chin up with her finger. Smiling into his greenish eyes, she assures him.
"Eli, this is common, kids have ADHD all the time and you're no different. We'll set you up with some Adderall, okay? Then we'll see how it goes."
Eli nods in acquiescence, eyes still casted downwards. He takes the slip of paper gingerly and walks back out to the waiting room. His mother kisses his forehead and his guilt pushes deeper, the paper burning his palm. "I need to get medicine," he murmured after his mom had finished paying for the appointment.
Mrs. Buchanan takes her son's hand and leads him out. Her poor boy, no wonder his grades took a fall.
Eli sat in his room, staring at the two pills he was required to take. The guilt had yet to cease, and he really didn't like the sinking feeling it provided. But he needed this. His football scholarship, his life, and maybe even his heart were set out on the line, waiting, waiting for this.
-Four months prior: SUMMER BREAK-
"I just don't think it's his fault!" his mother exclaimed.
Eli screwed his eyes shut, trying to focus on the soft melody of Gershwin's lullaby emitting from his iHome. Curling up, he drummed his long and sinewy fingers against the soft cotton of his bed. He could hear his dad's bitter reply.
"I know it's not his fault. Eli had nothing to do with-with Ryker being gone," he cleared his throat before continuing.
"But he has to get in gear, he has a year before he goes off to college and his football scholarship will slip right out of his hands if he keeps playing with such a mediocrity," he finished, attaching a sigh of large proportions at the end.
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Teen FictionElijah Buchanan is a shy Catholic boy, plays kicker for his school football team, and keeps his head out of the way. Albeit being a quiet, altruistic teenager, he suffers self esteem issues, especially with the passing of his younger brother, and ho...