✿e l e a n o r✿
"You seem extra cheery today," Ashton says as he sits down on the chair next to mine. We are sitting at our table along with two of our other friends. Ashton has been my best friend since the start of high school, and despite the abundance of people who claim to be my friends, he's the only one who really knows me.
"Explain?" I challenge.
Ashton messily squirts some ketchup on his burger and shrugs. "Well, I know for a fact that you smile everyday for the sake of radiating your hippie happy Eleanor vibe or something, but today... you're really smiling. For no reason at all."
I laugh and run my hand through my hair. "Let's just pretend that that's logical, and that a 'hippie happy Eleanor vibe' actually exists."
"So, what happened? Did you get another A on a test, or something?" he presses, seemingly not wanting the topic of me being overly happy to drop.
I roll my eyes teasingly. "I always get an A on my tests, so I'm quite used to it by now," I say jokingly, "I don't know... I just feel really happy today."
Ashton narrows his eyes at me and points his half-eaten burger at my face. "I'm guessing it's because of a boy?"
I shrug exaggeratedly. "Maybe?"
Ashton shakes his head and continues to devour his burger. "No, I disapprove. The last time that happened, the guy cheated on you and you spent the next five months crying and snotting all over my shoulder."
"And I spent too much money on you to buy you some ice cream and pizza," Michael adds, seemingly coming from nowhere.
I roll my eyes at the idiots. "Where's Vi?"
"In my heart," Michael replies.
I let out a humourless laugh. "You're so hopelessly in love with her, dude."
"Not my fault, Ellie," Michael continues.
I roll my eyes one more time and then let them roam around the campus. I know every face in this school, and as I look at everyone, they just seem to blend altogether in one uninteresting blur.
That is, until I stop a particular blonde-haired boy lazily sitting under the tree a few feet away from where I am.
I nudge Ashton on the shoulder and nod over to Mr. Hemmings. "Hey, do you know him?"
Ashton purses his lips and squints. "Man, I'm blind as a bat. I can't see his face properly."
I sigh and pat Michael on the shoulder. He grunts and turns away from the girls sitting at our table, looks at the direction I'm jutting my chin out to, and replies with, "I think his name's Larry or something, dunno."
"Is someone developing a crush for a certain blonde-haired stranger?" Ashton teases with a knowing look.
"No. I talked to him in the bus earlier. And he's in my advanced lit class. He's artsy and good with words... I don't know, he just seems interesting." I reply absentmindedly.
"If you know him that much already, why haven't you asked his name yet?" Ashton questions, his eyebrows furrowed.
"He never exactly talked to me. I don't know why," I reply. I look over to him and watch his hand make careful strokes with his pencil against his sketch pad. I was able to peek at his drawing in the bus earlier, and I concluded that he was really artistic, and very, very poetic.
I wonder what he's drawing now.
"Maybe he has some socializing issues or something. Kids like him tend to think it's cool to not participate in society and rebel with unjust reasons," Ashton deadpans.
I swat his arm. "Don't judge him that fast, Ashton. Maybe he's just shy. But he seems nice."
"But socially inept," Ashton continues.
"Whatever. I'm gonna talk to him," I say before getting up and approaching Larry.
✿l u k e✿
I'm listening to Iris by Goo Goo Dolls, and the song is mellow so I can clearly hear someone shouting Larry somewhere in front of me. Then I see someone stand in front of me in my peripheral vision, so I look up and realize that Eleanor is addressing me as Larry.
I quickly close my sketch pad and take out an earbud. She sits next to me, that same warm and welcoming smile that she wears everyday on her face. But this time, I notice that she's smiling a little bit wider and the crinkles around her eyes are slightly showing.
"So, Larry Hemmings, what are you doing here alone?" she asks. I bite my inner cheek and awkwardly scratch the back my neck. I don't know how to talk to her, let alone tell her that Larry isn't my name.
She stares at me expectantly.
What should I do what should I do what should I do
I smile at her.
And I see her face fall for a slight second before she covers it up with her signature smile. "You don't have to be shy around me, you know."
I breathe out of my nose, hoping she'll take it as a chuckle.
She doesn't. "Um, am I bothering you or something? If I am, I'll go."
I shake my head and angrily run my fingers through my hair. That's all I could do.
She begins to sit up. "Um, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make friends with you... seeing you really need one. And I don't mean it in a rude way. I mean if you actually don't have a friend, I'm honoured to be your first. That's all."
Before I could do anything to make her stay, she already starts walking away and I couldn't call for her to come back. I sigh let my eyes follow her retreating figure. I see her walk back to their table, with his guy friend's eyes squinting at me. Eleanor says something to him, then I see him widen his eyes, then he laughs.
God. Damn. It.
What I'd do to be able to live like him.
i am so inlove right now holy shit
and we;re going somewhere so there won't be an update for three days so yeah :c
anyway bye i luv u -angelika
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