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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on May 5, 2007 6:07:53 GMT 7
"You aren't sleeping on the couch," he said, shaking his head with a frown on his face. He couldn't stay in the same bed with her, it wouldn't be appropriate. Christian adored the little woman but he knew that would be pushing both of their luck. If one thing led to another they would both wake up feeling worse than they did now. Besides, he didn't want to plant any thoughts in her head of a physical future. He couldn't. He just couldn't. "I can stay in the spare bedroom," he said after a moment, offering her a smile. "Right down the hall. You can always wake me up if you need me."
Christian didn't say anything when she said she was staying in her car. His first reaction was to ask her to stay with him, but how would that work? It was a thought, yes, but one he would need to spend some time thinking about. There could be several negatives to that option, but the slim chance of a positive was always present, too. It would be a bit of a train ride back to school for her, but it might be worth it. His lips remained shut as his mind ran at all angles.
When she kissed his cheek, Christian lowered his chin and watched her sit back down on the bed. "I know," he said with a weak smile, watching her with warmer eyes than before. She was right - she had always been there. It was Christian who decided to back out and act as though nothing had happened. Evie had always been there, though Christian never really let himself believe it.
A small smile crossed his lips when she drifted to sleep so quickly. Glancing down at her legs, Christian realized she hadn't even bothered to lift up the covers first. Carefully as possible, he eased her legs up enough to slide her under the first layer of linens. Pulling them up to the nape of her neck, Christian sat down right beside her and just sighed quietly. He reached one hand to touch the top of her head and blamed himself one more time for turning her into this. She didn't deserve it.
He didn't linger in the bedroom for too long. He stayed long enough to pull out a pair of sleeping pants and a light t-shirt before flipping out the light and closing the door. Making a beeline for the kitchen, Christian put away the tylenol and set his water bottle in the fridge. His cell phone sat on the island; he slipped it into the cradle of his palm and walked towards the spare bedroom. Slipping the button-up off his upper body, Christian switched into his t-shirt before pressing the speed dial on his cell. While he waited for the answering machine, he shrugged off his jeans and pulled on his lounge pants. He barely finished tightening the drawstrings when he heard the click on the other end of the phone.
"Hey Jeff, it's Christian. Sorry for the short notice, but I'm not going to be able to make it in to work tomorrow. I've had a minor emergency come up, but I will be in on Friday. Give me a call if you need anything. Thanks." Flipping his cell phone shut, Christian ran a hand through his hair before climbing into bed. His mind ran with thoughts of Evelyn and the events of the night. Strangely enough, all of the thoughts wore him out and before long he was sound asleep.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on May 6, 2007 4:58:56 GMT 7
Thoughts and dreams of things of the past and her future seemed to be eating away at Evelyn during the night but she was still so at peace with herself and her surroundings that none of it seemed to really matter anymore. She had slept like a baby through out the night and it seemed as if nothing could awake her at all. She rolled around a bit on the bed as she pulled the linens over her small body once more as she opened her brilliant blue eyes to see the morning sun shining down on her and a smile appeared on her face as she pulled the covers up above her head and let out a sigh of happiness.
The last thing she remembered before she fell asleep is Christian touching her forehead and tucking her in. It was so sweet of him and she just felt so at peace with everything including herself. She felt as if she just needed to get back in to who she was and stop all of this pretending and all of this nonsense that she'd been going through. She slept like a baby through the whole night and hadn't bothered to wake up for awhile until she slowly awoke to the sun shining in through the window that was in the room. She quickly sat up in bed and glanced around at her surroundings and was a bit shocked at where she was because she really couldn't remember much of what went on last night but only bits and pieces.
She slowly got off the bed and walked over to door as she slowly opened it and began walking down the hall as she came to the guest bedroom and she walked in to see Christian asleep on the bed as she smiled over at him. She plopped down on the bed net to him as she shook him a bit and smiled. "Good morning sleepy." she said with a small laugh as she giggled over at him happily. She layed her head down on the pillow next to his feel fully revitalized and just in a good mood from the bits of last night she did remember.
She did remember he asked to talk to her and for her to not run off before he awoke and she stuck to her promise and in fact she did want to talk to him as well. She giggled softly as she watched him sleep and she just remembered all those mornings she'd come in and just awoken him with the smell of donuts or some other breakfast food knowing that would get the boy straight awake.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on May 6, 2007 5:25:55 GMT 7
Christian groaned quietly when he felt movement on his bed. Not entirely awake, the young journalist pushed his head further into the pillow and let out a sigh of exhaustion. Christian was always sleepy until he brought himself to crawl out of bed and get the blood pumping through his veins again. He was always the one to push the limit on getting to school on time when he was a child. It wasn't that he was conscious of his efforts, it just came naturally. Now was no different. He didn't want to get up, though he had enough sleep and would likely snap into his natural presence once he made a real attempt to wake himself up.
When he felt small hands on his shoulders, Christian forced his eyes to open. Cocking his chin sideways to reveal a single eye to look to his left, Christian arched an eyebrow at the perky little woman sitting on his bed with a grin and dancing eyes. He wasn't the type to forget what happened after he fell asleep, so he wasn't really surprised to see her sitting there. He was, however, surprised to see the happiness in her eyes. Maybe she didn't remember everything from the night before. Either way, she looked happy and that was a good sign.
"Morning," he murmured, blinking a few times before rolling on his side and facing the little woman laying beside him. One hand appeared from under the cover to rub his forehead. "What time is it?" he asked, not yet having the enthusiasm to push himself up and look behind Evelyn at the clock on the bedside stand.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on May 6, 2007 8:03:28 GMT 7
Evelyn rather chose not to remember most of the night. It hurt to remember things like that. It hurt for her to really look in the mirror at the girl she'd become and struggle to get over what she'd gone through and how low she'd sank. She was no longer that porcelain doll anymore but she was now just a slinky slut who had no where to go, no one to depend, and no job to support herself. It seemed as if the girl had no future ahead of her - it seemed as if she'd always be the girl on the corner wearing only skimpy little outfits and shoving herself in guys face only to be looked at like some sort of foreign object and shoved back in to the rejection pile with all the other little defective dolls girls. She used to be one of the pretty little girls except she had an edge to her because she was DIFFERENT but in reality she was just the same as all the others. She watched as his eyes opened up and a small smile appeared on her face. She knew she was being way to perky at the moment but she was so tired of being sad it was really growing old. Happiness was just a lot more funner to play in this small little stage we call LIFE. Everyone wants their chance in the limelight and some will do whatever they can to just get there while others, like Evelyn, would rather stay in the shadows and always be noticed but never really put out there. She just wanted to enjoy her life but it seemed as if she was just ruining it and she really wanted to change this time. She felt she could do it but it would take work, and it would take time, and it would take a lot of tears but it would all be worth it in the end. Or so she hoped. She didn't want to fall back on her old ways she wanted to continue on today and tomorrow with this good thoughts and with this good opinion trying to achieve the best. Hopefully her grades weren't so horrible that she couldn't raise them up to pass the semester and continue on at Rutherford. The girl had been so choosy on what direction she really wanted to go in but it seemed to be growing closer and it seemed to be growing clearer. She wanted to write and she wanted to model but it seemed as if those two directions were total opposites. The way her life was going now it seemed practically impossible but she knew she could do it - or hoped. As she heard his tired voice she looked back to him and smiled as she looked over at the wall to see the time. "It's about 9:30." she said with a small nod. "Did you sleep well?" she asked curiously. It was so nice of him to let her go and sleep in his bedroom when she very well would have slept in there but she kind of fell asleep before he could do that. "..thanks for tucking me in last night." she said and smiled at him as she looked over at his tired face and held back her laughter but he just looked so innocent and cute she just wanted to pinch his cheeks and tell him to be happy but he didn't seem sad - just extremely tired and worn out, which was quite understandable after the night from hell she'd probably given him.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on May 6, 2007 8:27:57 GMT 7
Christian let out a comfortable sigh and lifted his head up to confirm the time. The man never slept this late: not even on weekends. He was already out and about, whether it be in the park or even in a separate room of his apartment. Last night just wore him out. A combination of horrible events coupled with running into Evelyn and dealing with the emotional stress of apology had given him a run for his money. Laying on the bed now, Christian wasn't upset in the least he had stumbled across the woman. He liked to believe everything happened for a reason; there was a reason he and Evelyn crossed paths again, but the answer to why was a mystery unsolved.
Pushing his weight up on his elbow, Christian let out a small yawn and offered Evelyn a small, sleepy smile. "I did," he said, his voice low and gruff from only just waking up. "And you're welcome. I didn't think you would be conscious enough to remember." He chuckled a little, if that is possible at such an early hour, and pushed himself up enough to lean against the backboard rather than the pillow at his lower back.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, running a hand through his messy hair and pulling at the bottom of his shirt to adjust it. Christian was mostly a solid sleeper, not moving much at all, but occasionally he shifted around enough to wrinkle up his shirts and twist his drawstring pants. "I can make blueberry pancakes." Though he didn't say it, Christian was actually very hungry. Blueberry pancakes sounded great, even if the young woman didn't want any.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on May 6, 2007 8:52:14 GMT 7
She knew she'd probably caused him some trouble and it probably had pained him to see h looking the way she was and acting the way she was but he didn't seem to judge her like most people had. He just seemed to take it in and accept it and try and help her change but just not shove her out and look a t her in disgrace like she was that defective little doll that no one wanted to fix or even keep in their possession. The one that stays inside the plastic little box all alone, the one longing to get out. Things seemed so easy to think of like that - everything simplified was so much easier to deal with then the hard world where everything just seemed so damn hard and everyone seemed so damn mean and uncaring and selfish but that was just how things were. She took in a deep breathe as she leaned against the pillows on the bed as she looked over at him. A look of respect was on her face as she admired the boy. He was truly a winning package - he was smart, sweet, responsible, cute, and well he was just so normal and down to earth and he was her best friend though she was unsure if she could even call him that anymore because of what she'd done and how they'd grown apart - it was quite a pity that it all happened but she knew someday it would. Everyone always grew apart and changed but Eve didn't want her change to be permanent because it certainly wasn't got the better but for the WORSE. She slowly sat up as well as she glanced around the some what empty room. It seemed as if he didn't come in here much which was understandable seeing as how it was a spare bedroom there wasn't much of a reason to be in there. She then looked back at him and gave him another smile. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until he'd mentioned it. She looked down at her stomach as she patted it with her hand and then smiled up at him. "Yeah, I haven't ate anything since like yesterday at 10:00 in the morning." she said with another laugh - the girl could go for HOURS without eating it was almost crazy. She then slowly pulled herself off of the bed as she walked over to his side of the bed and looked over at him as she grabbed a hold of both of his hands. "C'mon let's make some breakfast." she said happily as she smiled up at him as if the fight between them had never happened and they were just best friends again - it was almost a bit strange but she just didn't want to think about the bad anymore. She was tired of the bad and wanted to see the good.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on May 6, 2007 11:53:50 GMT 7
"You're awfully perky this morning," Christian said with a set of arched, dark eyebrows. His head was beginning to clear and his line of vision was more accurate than when he first peeked out from beneath the safety of his pillow and linens. "It's nice," he added with a smile in her direction. It was much better than the sad, depressed little woman he had interacted with last night.
His dark eyes followed her when she bounced so happily off the opposite end of the bed and made her way to his own side. The tiniest of frowns furrowed his brow when she reached out and snatched up his hands in her own. Of course, her palm could only engulf so much of his large, bulky hand, but her effort was sincere. Her eyes were bright and her mannerisms more sweet and spontaneous, much like the Evelyn he used to spend time with. Of course, they still had some things to discuss about the night before, but Christian didn't want to ruin the moment. Besides, it was early and they had the entire day to push towards that subject. "Ok," he replied with a smile of his own.
The kitchen was warm and inviting; the heat from the sun was flowing in from the long bay windows situated just left of the refridgerator. Before long, Christian was mixing batter and heating up the stove. "Can you get me the blueberries?" he asked Evelyn, tossing her a smile over his shoulder before returning his concentration to the bowl of batter at his mercy. "I'm glad you didn't leave this morning," he added, his dark eyes on the bowl. "It's nice waking up to a smiling face every now and then." Christian smiled, despite the fact his back was to Evelyn and his eyes were still on the batter.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on May 9, 2007 4:57:08 GMT 7
She smiled over at him happily as she looked in to his dark brown eyes. "Well, I suppose theres no reasoning for being angry. I can't really remember much of last night but I do know that it's not your fault I should be mad anyways. If anything, you should. I know I act so stupid when I'm well..drunk.." she said and shrugged her shoulders as she looked over at him with a small smile on her face. "..being depressed and angry is all I've become and I hate it." she whispered as she didn't want to really stay on that topic she slowly got off of his bed as she looked down at him.
As she grabbed a hold of his hands they only took up so much space on his big hands. She smiled down at him as she watched his head of blond hair slowly come out from underneath the sheets. As she saw him smile she grinned and pulled him up off the bed with all her might. "C'mon Christian!" she said and smiled as she didn't let go of his hand until they were in the kitchen. She flipped on the light switch and glanced around and then back up at him once more. She rubbed her tired eyes as she leaned against the kitchen counter. She had to admit she may be perky but the girl was dead tired. She had slept well but didn't get much sleep.
She smiled as she scooted herself up on to the counter. "I wouldn't do that.. I know I'm kind of wish-washy sometimes but I would never leave you like that." she said with a small nod even though he couldn't see it because he was too busy cooking. She studied her palms as she let out a small laugh. "I know we still have so much to talk about and all.." she said almost agreeing with herself or something like that.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on May 9, 2007 20:32:06 GMT 7
Christian smiled and shook his head; he knew they had to address the more serious topics before the day was over but for now he wanted to wish them away and pretend everything was normal again. Avoidance was something Christian had grown to know quite well since he was a child. His family would rather stick to more discussional topics than anything that might arouse some odd sort of emotional debate or break-down. It was easier to avoid it all together and wish it way rather than confront it.
But, this was different. This wasn't his family and avoidance had clearly not been the answer. Christian felt himself completely torn up when he saw the young woman in the club, completely trashed and looking worse for wear. Avoidance wasn't going to be the solution to this problem, only acceptance and resolution.
"You know..." Christian turned his body a quarter of the way around so he could watch the pancakes on the stove but glance at Evelyn ever so often, too. "If you need help getting back on your feet, I'm willing to help. If you need to take a break from school..." His eyebrows lifted and his expression solemned to appear more brotherly than normal, "not that I'm suggesting it," he added, "or whatever to collect yourself and get back on track, just let me know what I can do."
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