False confidence

sleep...

sleep and Elliot never had a good relationship, he'd been to multiple different doctors all of them said it was normal and there was nothing wrong, he'd tried everything at this point in his life weed, drinking till he passed out, sleeping pills/gummy's, some other less pleasant ways of pretty much just knocking himself out

nothing seemed to work he ether slept wonderfully at 10pm till 10am or he was up for 3 straight days there wasn't really any in-between, he also count sit still long enough to fall asleep recently he didn't know what it was but he wanted out, he wanted to live like those teenage in coming of age movies

the adventures, the thrill, the happiness, the romance of it all

he loved his friends and they had moments like that but it wasn't enough for Elliot he'd happily sneak out overnight to have pointless convocations under the stars or get drunk in a field, his friends would happily do that with him but he wanted more

Elliot knew one person that would sneak out at odd hours just to talk most nights, well except one week of the month, they'd been doing it since they were 11 and found out they were both going to the same school he was shitting it

"we'll be ok, ill always be right next to you"  he'd always reassure Elliot 

Elliot rarely believed him, he never was optimistic

I mean he had good reasoning nothing ever really went his way 

12:18pm 

that's what the alarm clock on his desk read, Elliot sighed and walked over to his desk grabbing a cig and his lighter movie slightly to sit in his open window looking at the nearly full moon outside, lighting the cig and taking a drag

"we'll be ok, I'll always be right next to you"

god how much he hated the moon

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over in London was a bespeckled boy mirroring his exact position not like ether of them knew about it, the marauders had been laid around James room for what seemed like 6 hours now

"mooooony?"

"what pads?" oh here we go again

"how'd you know the band guy?" at this James head turned towards them so fast he nearly fell off the windowsill "you good there prongs mate?"

James sought himself before he could completely fall "what? yeah im fine just moved a bit wrong"

they gave him a strange look and moved back to the convosation, jame would call it an interrogation, at hand "so you, band guy, explain"

"there's nothing to explain were friends" there was a collective gasp at the word friends "stop being so dramatic I can have other friends"

"you say friends but there was that strange moment with the jumper handshake smile thing" Peter decided to add to the convosation making Sirius point at him in agreement

"the what?"

sirius and Peter didn't really know how to explain it James how ever did.

"you were the last one to shake his hand and instead of letting go you started talking about your jumper and then you both had these massive smiles on your faces like identical one it was kinda creepy" remus looked at him strange "huh?"

"im not saying all that again"

"yeah, ok"

that topic was dropped after that thanks to James small attention span by 2am they were pissing themselves laughing, being extremely loud if you asked Euphemia potter who, as much as she loved hearing her boys be happy, wanted to sleep

the room instantly when silent when a knock was hear on the bedroom door "be quite its two in the morning"

"sorry mum" four voices shouted back to her, they fell asleep pretty quickly after that..

except James, he never could get to sleep but once he was he was pretty much dead you weren't getting him up unless he wanted to, which wasn't a lot he may publicly love Lilly evens but his true love will always be his bed

his windowsill was his second favourite he could see the whole sky from it he'd always had a fascination with the stars no one really knew where it came from but ask him some obscure thing about them he'll know it, same with quidditch

he didn't enjoy being stuck in one place for long but he could handle it

he'd had the adventures, the thrill, the happiness, he was still working on the romance of it all

he never wanted out, he had it 

he sat on his windowsill staring outside till he was tired enough to actually sleep, making his way over to his bed, stepping over a fast asleep sirius, taking his glasses off laying down facing the window 

the curtains were left open on request of Peter, he didn't exactly enjoy the dark, not that James minded he quite enjoyed the view 

god how he loved the stars