Elouise Quinn has lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her mum for all seventeen years of her life. She's grown up in this neighbourhood and with the people in it. Especially her next door neighbours the Curtis' and their gang.
"Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry." -Tessa Gray, The Infernal Devices. -
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"I know you love me. And if you love me you have to do this for me. Please El." Daxton pleaded with me. I wanted to say no, I should've said no but I didn't. "Only this once." I agreed remembering all the times I had said this.
He got out of his mustang and came around to open my door. I leapt out and we walked into the pharmacy together.
We strategically walked through the isles trying to draw away any suspicion. We picked up paracetamol and looked at it, we spun the card stand, we did everything a normal customer would do. Until Daxton coughed twice signalling me to do my part.
I fell to the ground drawing the attention of the other people in the store. I started to shake, pretending to have a seizure or something. Everyone rushed over, including the store clerk.
This gave Daxton time to sneak behind the counter and take the things he needed. We got back to the mustang and drove away to an alley. He counted his winnings and smiled with pride.
Neither of us did drugs. Daxton sold it. It was a dangerous thing to do and it was dangerous for me to associate with him but I loved him, or so I thought I did.
{shout out to them Drugstore Cowboy feels}
I woke up from my dream, my eyes tried to focus on the darkness of the Curtis living room. My skin was damp with sweat and my breathing was uneven.
I splashed my face with the cold water from the bathroom sink. The same bathroom I had made out with Dallas in. I thought about what it had meant. We didn't talk about it and I didn't expect Dallas to want to talk about it. The sun wasn't risen yet, it appeared to be three in the morning. I decided to leave the Curtis' house and go for a walk. I needed to clear my head.
The air was thin and the atmosphere was eerie. No one was out on the streets, it was just me and my thoughts.
I walked aimlessly for a while until I reached the park. I climbed the inviting monkey bars and instantly felt the iciness of the metal. By now the sun was quivering over the horizon, the streets became more alive but only just. I stayed on the monkey bars dangling my legs, remembering all the times I had played here as a kid. The gang and I would come here any chance we could.
I remember this one time, Ponyboy asked me to marry him underneath these bars. We were only seven and of course he didn't fully understand the meaning of marriage. Me being a mature nine year old declined his offer. This memory brought a smile to my face.
"What is little miss El smiling about, in the park alone at five in the morning?" I heard the familiar voice of Daxton Scott. He emerged from underneath the bars before pulling himself up and sitting beside me.
