the last song (mileven au)

i don't want to be here

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El had eventually found her way back home at about 12:30 in the morning. It wasn't too hard, but the beach was so dark that she almost walked right by the house.

She slowly opened the front door, careful not to make any noise. She seriously hoped her dad was asleep already, so she didn't have to deal with him.

El went into what was going to be her room for the summer and shut the door, as gently as possible. She threw her purse down on the bed, then kicked off her shoes. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, starting to pull it over her head.

"I'm guessing you don't know that I'm also in the room," a quiet voice spoke from behind her, making her jump. She whirled around to see Sara, wrapped up in a bed she didn't notice, on the other side of the room.

"Jesus! Sara?? Why are you in here? This is my room!" She screamed quietly.

"Actually, it's my room too. That's why there's two beds dummy." Sara pointed to each bed, as if El couldn't see for herself.

"Oh my God. This is just great." El ran a hand through her hair, as she sat down on her bed. Of course she doesn't even get her own room.

"It'll be fun! I've always wanted to share a room with someone, even if it has to be with you."

El turned around, playfully glaring at Sara.

"I'm gonna go change. Where's the bathroom in this place?" El got up from her bed and went over to her suitcase, finding a tank top and some shorts to sleep in.

"Go through the living room, down the hallway, first door on the left." Sara said, snuggling into her covers.

El followed Sara's instructions, finding the somewhat small bathroom. She felt around on the wall for the light switch, not finding it anywhere. She finally found it on the other side of the bathroom.

Man it's weird not knowing where anything is around here. El thought, hoping she'd eventually get more familiar with everything. It would probably help if she was actually here, but she didn't plan on spending too much time in the house. That's the last thing she wanted to do.

El shut the door, changed her clothes and had just finished washing her face, when she heard the sound of a piano playing.

She followed the sound until she ended up in a room, just off to the side of the kitchen. Her dad was sitting at the piano, playing a slower song. She watched him play a bit, then jot something down on some paper. She didn't know what he was doing, but didn't really care.

Eventually he noticed her standing there and quit playing, then turned around to face her.

"Can I talk to you for a minute El?"

She sighed, as she walked into the room, sitting down on the chair furthest from him.

"Sure."

"Where have you been? It's almost one in the morning."

El threw her head back against the chair.

"I was out. You don't have to wait up for me, you know? I'm not a child."

"Look, El. If you're gonna be here, you-"

"Well I don't want to be here, dad. Is that not obvious? I do not want to be here, at all." At this point, El was yelling, but what did he expect? She didn't need anyone telling her what to do, especially not him, and not when it wasn't even her choice to be here.

Jim didn't like this version of El. He understood why she was being so cold toward him, but he still didn't like it. He missed the El that could stand being in the same room with him for more than five seconds. He missed the girl who loved him.