Marrying the One I Hate

~When the Day Comes (Out)~

Elliot just couldn't keep his eyes from wandering out the window during class. He knew that his daydreaming was a problem, and for that he did his best to suppress the urge. But he found the world so brilliantly crafted, like a piece of artwork. Is that what he wanted to be? He'd ask himself, an artist? Maybe.

That's what teachers always seemed to tell twelve year olds now and days. They'd ask you to plan and set goals for yourself in the future, as if your life depended on it. Of course in a sense it did, but they were simply preteens, why not let them be as such? Instead of rushing education forced upon children in the first place.

Since his parents had moved and settled where they were now, he didn't have the chance to go to the same schools as them. He often imagined what it would be like, however, being in the same place, walking down the same halls, having the same classes as the adults he admired so dearly, above all other things that were on the boy's mind. Though, it also led him to think it wasn't all that different, their middle school, and Woodland Castle High.

Of course Elliot had only heard the stories, but his parents were always in love, broken apart by social norms. They had different aspects of interest, one being more artistic and the other more sporty, and it angered him to think they were bred to hate one another. Like some kind of hypnopedia, except everyone was fully awake and their eyes were open, but not truly seeing. Was it really that wrong for two people so different to be together? In more ways than one, of course. Were they all that different? Was anything?

Maybe these thoughts were a bit too trivial for a twelve year old mind, especially when that twelve year old mind was meant to paying attention in class. But alas, Elliot was staring at the window, thinking about the true purpose of a child's education. Soon, he willed his daydreaming to become more innocent and instead of thinking about whether he was an intellectual, an artist, or an athlete, which only came up because of his father, he thought about his dads in general.

Dads. Plural. Two of them. He had two fathers. And just like that, his brain clicked once more, change of topic, less innocent, and he was thinking about another controversial issue. Though, it wasn't a surprise. The raven haired boy found himself always thinking about them. It was a daily routine, alike this daydreaming habit. Ever since he was little, he admired them. He loved the way Eren and Levi were so in, well, love, and was extremely proud. He even boasted about them at a time when show and tell was a thing. How could he not? One of his dads was a gym teacher, and the other was a famous singer! And the elder of the two adults, had even gotten into singing and playing the piano as well, something that had been a sliver of a fraction of an idea in the back of his mind way before he was told to pick a societal way of life. It was muscle memory to Levi, and both Eren and he were proud. After that day at the concert, Elliot couldn't imagine anyone being more perfect for each other.

He wanted to take someone to prom, and someone to give promise rings to. Someone to marry after they proposed at graduation. And at his age...maybe he would partake in the...intimate relations that he knew went on between his fathers, but eventually, maybe he could be just as in love with someone, with a career he wanted, and a job, a family, including kids of his own. Most of which in Elliot's rather childlike mind consisted of dogs. He loved dogs.

Elliot smiled at his thought, click, and he was back to innocent minimal things, such as cute puppies. Daydreaming. He really had to stop doing that.

His teal eyes flickered around the playscape, watching the younger kids play, as the school was middle, with an attached elementary. It was confusing unless you'd been long. He imagined the little kids zipping down the zip line, that was far too rusty and old and made a loud squeal from the weight, getting away from a murky moat below. And the ones who pretended to be airplanes, sprout wings and take off. The girls and boys who tried their knack at the monkey bars were monkeys swinging from vines, and the ones who wriggled their way through the tunnels were adventures on the hunt for treasure. Click.