Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Thirty Four

You know those moments that seem to be irreplaceable and you want to relive it long as you are alive. That was Elijah's singing for me. I could hear his singing all day and still want more. He could probably make singing the ABC's seem to be magical and the more I look at it...I would still listen to him all day. It's the tone and passion when he strains the high notes. His eyes when he squints them tightly shut. The way he makes you draw yourself in when he belts out the strangest syllables. 

"TAKE ME TO CHURCH! I'LL WORSHIP LIKE-" Elijah yells over the radio at the top of his lungs, rocking back and fourth in his seat. He is sitting in the front with Greg and to my amusement Greg is bonding with him. He actually even asked Elijah to take the front seat. 

I am sitting at the window with my head resting in my hand, closing my eyes and trying my best to zone out for the car ride back to their place. Greg says he only had one drink so he isn't buzzed. But Elijah hadn't stopped.

"Everyone sing with me!" Elijah says. Luke leans forward to me and our eyes meet, and he has the same look of annoyance on his face that I did. 

"I think Eli has had one to many," he mutters. 

"Agreed," I say and Elijah turns around to the both of us. 

"You guys don't know how to even have fun," he leans forward and changes the channel when the next song comes on both Greg and him look at each other. They start to jam out at the same time. Hair goes every where and they belt out the rest of the song switching back and forth until the chorus.

"Yeah they was dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'. And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted. Play that funky music white boy. Play that funky music right," when it came down to the next part they somehow got louder and more off pitch, "Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die."

This continued until we get to the place. When we pull up I decide to get out as well. I want to say goodbye to Elijah properly but he does that as he gets out of the car half way and falls to the ground. 

I groan and go to him, "Eli what are you doing?" I ask him in a small laugh. He grabs my hands with his and shakes his hand.

"I have no clue, Mads. Sometimes I think what I am doing isn't.." he looks around his surrounds, "wait are we home?"

He giggles...

Yes fucking giggles and then looks at me with his glossy eyes, "I want to thank you for coming with us today. It was much needed to be around you but I think you should stay over."

I laugh, "I don't think that is a good idea," I help him to the steps that lead him to his front door. He trips and collapses to the ground during the last step.

"Please," he demands, "just one night. I need you," he holds onto my leg and I look to Luke. He could help me with him. Luke shrugs and opens the front door.

I look back at the car and then Greg shuts off the car. He opens the door and pears out.

"I guess I am gonna stay here for the night," I tell him.

I look back at Luke and he apolgiezes, "look sorry. Usually I am the one that helps him but if he demands you then," he holds up his hands in defense and walks inside the apartment.

Greg assures me everything will be fine and he will make it home safely. He wishes me luck and now looking down at Elijah I will need it.

I take Elijah's underarms in my grasp and pull him up, "come on you," I groan and then he wraps his arms around my shoulder for support. We walk inside of the apartment and he collapses onto the couch of the small living room. The place is a lot smaller than I remembered that night of the party. The night of the party was the night Mason declared to me he wanted me. He really wanted me. And being a moron I took him.