crowded thoughts

thoughts about moose

a thousand novembers

      This is the story of Moose. I really want to write this one day and have it finished, but I do need a solid story idea. It can't just be about them falling in love. Lets get the character basics down.

McJohnson DeLore's (two last names):

• Macsen McJohnson DeLore -

• Maxwell McJohnson DeLore -

• Melina Gwen McJohnson DeLore -

• Devin McJohnson DeLore -

• Angela Gwen McJohnson DeLore -

Navy's: Asian/Black mix

• Eleanor Joe Navy - curly, frizzy hair, slanted eyes, small nose, medium sized pointy lips, darkest skin out of her siblings

• Fred Lewis Navy -

• Lucy Olivia Navy -

• (Christina) Chip Rose Navy - Black

• Dad (You never learn his name because he's so toxic) - Asian

Side characters:

• Oscar Smith -
• Gunter McJohnson DeLore -
• Kendra Hayden -

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       Eleanor impatiently taps her foot against the ground as she waits for the door to open. She keeps her eyes up and away from her arm, just in case she looks down and sees blood. She doesn't do well with blood, especially hers, and everyone knows that. Letting out a small huff, she jams her finger onto the doorbell and pounds her unharmed hand and arm against the door. A few more moments go by before footsteps are heard on the inside of the house. Taking a small step back, Eleanor gulps as she sees Moose peek his head out. She lets out a breath she had been holding. Without letting him speak, she pushes past him and steps inside of his house. He stands there for a second, and then shuts the door.
     "Well, sure, come on in, El—"
     "Look, I'm sorry I just suddenly barged in, but I really need your help right now because I'm in so much pain, and I can't look down at my arm because if I see blood, I might faint, and I really don't want to do that because I have a fear of not waking up after I pass out, and I need a bandaid Moose because it's stinging, and it just happened because I'm stupid, and then I seen your house, and I—"
       "Hey," he says calmly, gently grabbing her hand. She wants to look down but she can't. "Look at me," he tells her, her eyes finding their way to his. "Just take a deep breath. You're here, and you're not going to faint, okay? I'm going to help you, you don't have to worry. I promise. Let me go get some peroxide and bandaids, and I'll be right back." He waits for her to nod her head before he lets go of her hand and hurriedly jogs out of the living room. She closes her eyes for a second, trying to control her breathing as she waits for him to come. A second goes by, and she hears his feet padding against the floor near her. Opening her eyes, she breathes out a sigh.
"Come sit down," he says, pulling in her hand to follow him. She obliges and moves around to sit down on the love seat. She lets him take control as he props up a foot on the couch and pulls her arm over in between his legs. "It's going to hurt," he warns her.
"I know that," she replies, sending him a look. He sends her one back. She keeps her eyes focused on his forehead as she feels him dabbing a cold paper towel on her cut. She bites her bottom lip, trying not to hiss or say anything.
"How'd this even happen?" He questions, almost as a distraction. She shrugs her shoulders shamefully.
"I'm just...it's stupid if I'm being honest," she admits.
"Tell me," he slightly begs, looking up at her.
"Something happened at home with Lucy and my dad, and I got mad, and so I went to my spot in the woods, you know that spot, and I started throwing beer bottles at a tree, and a piece of glass off one of them ended up coming back and cutting my arm," she tells him. He stares at her for a second, and then softly sends her a smile.
"At least you're okay," he replies, causing her heart to squeeze a bit. "Physically, I mean. Hopefully mentally, too."
"Yeah, I'm fine," she mutters, shaking her head. "You know how my dad is, though. Always finding something to yell at me for," she clears her throat and lets out a breath. "It just sucks."
"I bet it does," he tells her, tapping her arm to let her know she's all done. "You're all fixed up now and ready to go," he jokes, biting the inside of his cheek. She smiles at him and nudges him in the side.
"I'm sorry," she honestly says. He furrows his eyebrows. "I'm sorry for always coming into your house randomly and making you fix the messes I cause. You're a really good friend, and a good person, Moose."