“Stop staring at me, you creep,” Eli laughed lightly as she sat up, leaned her back against the headboard, and looked in my direction.

“Can’t help it, you just look so weird when you’re thinking,” I chuckled, gently moving Eli’s legs to the side and scooting up closer to her. Eli shook her head and let out a silent laugh before leaning over the side of the bed and picking up my laptop, bringing it up and resting it on her lap.

“What’re you doing?” I asked as she opened the lid and held down the power button.

“Buying tickets for Warped,” she smiled softly, her eyes focused on the screen.

“Tell me the bands,” I sighed, leaning back and resting my weight on my elbows as I watched Eli bring her legs up at an angle.

“God, your internet is slow as fuck. No wonder you always play The Sims,” she rolled her eyes as she waited impatiently for the page to load.

“Shut up, you’re just jealous,” I retorted.

“Of what? Your lack of friends?” she chuckled, raising her hand to her mouth and scanning her eyes across the screen.

“Bands?” I asked, growing restless.

“Be patient,” she mumbled into the palm of her hand. “Wow, there’s a lot. You’ve got NOFX—”

I cut her off. “We’re going,” I said quickly.

“Hold on, hold on. There’s also Paramore, Rise Against, Billy Talent, Bullet For My Valentine, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, AFI….  Uhm, you like All The Rage, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“There’s All The Rage, and then a bunch of other bands that I don’t care about,”

“Yeah, we’re going,” I smirked.

“You act like you’re the one paying. Maybe I don’t want to go!” she sneered, sticking her tongue out at me as she reached into her back pocket, pulling out her wallet. I fell backwards, resting my hands on my chest and staring up at the ceiling, listening to Eli’s rapid typing. I sighed deeply, waiting patiently for Eli to finish. Once she was done, she closed the lid of my laptop and sat up, scooting closer to me. She smiled down at me, taking my wrist and laying it out over her palm. Without speaking, she began to lightly trace over my veins with her index finger, softly humming.

“What on Earth are you doing?” I asked, letting out a nervous chuckle and looking up at her with a concerned look upon my face.

“Fuck if I know,” she replied softly, still running her finger along my veins.

“You’re so weird,” I whispered in response, propping my head up with my free hand.

“Let’s smoke,” she finally spoke, placing my arm on my chest and sliding off the bed. Sighing heavily, she opened the window and sat down on the floor.

“You alright?” I asked again, walking over to my bookshelf to get the hollowed book.

“Yeah,” she breathed, “I’m alright.”

“You don’t sound alright,” I mumbled, pulling the book from the shelf and sliding it over to her.

“I don’t know, man. The whole thing is starting to bother me. You know what it’s like when I’m alone with my thoughts. I just get all depressed,” she sighed once again, nonchalantly opening the book and unraveling the plastic bag.

“Well, want me to distract you?” I smiled, standing up and making my way over to the CD rack. 

“Please, don’t sing to me,” she chuckled softly as I pulled out a Weezer album and placed the CD into my stereo. 

“Oh, I’m gonna sing to you. I’m going to sing to you so hard you wouldn’t believe it,” I smirked as ‘El Scorcho’ played through my speakers. I stood in the middle of the room and started dancing. Eli looked over her shoulder and laughed as I locked eyes with her, singing along loudly.

“You’re so interesting,” she smiled up at me, softly shaking her head.

“Get used to it,” I grinned, flailing my arms around and making goofy faces at her.

After an entire album and many laughs later, Eli and I had moved up to the bed, lying next to each other, completely stoned. I sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed, connecting the charger to my laptop and bringing it up as Eli scooted closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

“You sad sack of shit,” she sighed as I opened up The Sims.

“You know what, I was going to make you, but you can just forget about it,” I huffed as I entered Create-a-Sim.

“Good. There’s no way that you could recreate this work of art,” she scoffed, crossing her arms as she rolled her eyes.

“Whoops, your ego is showing.” I turned my head and winked at her.

“Watch it, Burnham,” she warned as she playfully pushed me to the side. I chuckled softly and returned my attention to creating my Sim. When I was almost finished, Eli huffed and closed the lid to my laptop forcefully.

“Hey, hey, what was that for?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“I’m bored,” she looked up at me, flashing me a smug grin.

“Oh, I’m so sorry that the world doesn’t revolve around you. All hail Queen Eli,” I joked, unable to control my laughter as I looked to the side and rolled my eyes.

“You’re acting like you just told the most hilarious joke in the world. It’s not that funny,” Eli stated blandly, slumping down into her seat.

“No, it really is, I’m a genius!” I continued laughing, holding my sides.

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