Eli, not Elijah.

Eli Goldsworthy. Senior playwright at Degrassi.

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Text | Eli

Summer: I think I'm ready to tell you what happened that day, my therapist said it may help to talk to a family member who understands me. He killed my mom in front of me. I was doing homework, they were arguing and she told him we are leaving that she'll file for divorce. I was already packing up my homework when I walked in the kitchen he grabbed her, threw her against a wall I went to Run over to help, but slit her throat in front of me. I couldn't move, but when I noticed him moving towards me I screamed and I guess the neighbors heard the fight because the cops arrived and broke the door down. That's why I always experiment with drugs and don't like being sober.

Eli: [read]

Eli: ...

Eli: Damn, Summer. I'm surprised you're still upright and talking. I'm so sorry. I really had no idea. I mean, I knew what happened, but I didn't know you saw it all.

Eli: I don't blame you for not wanting to be sober.

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Eh, the one I have now let me bring my babies so I can’t really complain. The oly downfall is the lack of sleep. They seem to cry every four hours now for food and then I have to clean up after them. 

See they just need to realize that drugs are good for us. They help with relationship issues and when on uppers they help us focus more when we’re lacking sleep. 

“Babies....?” Eli asked, confused.

“Besides, the same people who are claiming these drugs are evil are the same ones who make weed illegal.”

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“Same here, I try not to kink shame people but no, I will never understand daddy kinks…”

“If I just don’t wake up tomorrow, don’t worry. I tend to hibernate when I’m hungover as fuck.”

“Noted. I’ll just poke you with a stick to make sure you’re alive.”

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Well Eli, you’re a smart guy. How about I lend you a few tools and we’ll see how far you get.

A monkey would make an alright co-worker. We’d need to find masses of chimps willing to deal with people like you.

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Eli’s expression darkened at Jake’s sarcastic, albeit well executed reply.

“While you are a tool, I do not require your inventory. And as for the chimps? One could only hope I would train, making them my attack chimps. I’m sure you know all about the primate mind,” he spat.

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villain by the devil's law | eli

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Giggling with each press of Eli’s lips, she pulled him closer, barely possible at this point with how closely they were pressed together. “Wherever you are,” she murmured happily, twiddling her feet with his. “Wherever we can keep doing this,” she grinned, feeling the goosebumps spread across her arms. 

Eli felt his heart swell at her statement. It was everything he could’ve hoped for. Past be damned. He was winning over Clare again, and he couldn’t contain his satisfaction. “Then we’ll stay right here,” he spoke into her ear, barely above a whisper as he continued to ghost his hands across her arms and torso in a slow, considerate fashion. “If a plane crashed into this roof and we died, I’d be happy,” he confessed. “It’s everything I’d want before I die,” he admitted as he braided his fingers through her hair.

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text: Clare

Eli: Conscience wise? Or physically?

Eli: I could explain both, but I doubt you'd care for it.

Clare: Both. Go for it.

Eli: Because you've been brainwashed by religion which teaches you if you stray outside of the box, you should be punished and feel badly.

Eli: You meant no ill intent with experimenting. And we had a great time. But you can't focus on that because you're too overwrought with guilt.

Eli: Christianity is pretty sealed when it comes to branching outside of what they tell you to do. Guilt comes with it when you stray. which isn't straying at all. It's just the normal human experience.

Eli: And physically? Because we depleted our dopamine.It's only temporary. The trick is to not let your head convince you it's worse than it is.

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Rave Party | The Goldsworthys

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Summer smiled when Eli called the waiter a sensei. She had finished her food off not long after Eli had and nodded when he mentioned the loss of her mother. “I know and I don’t mind you not telling me. I don’t really want to talk about her until the memories fade, if they ever do. I don’t want to remember that day.” she said honestly. “Anyway I can’t think about this, we need to go. We need to let loose. We need to be free.” she exclaimed and got up only to run out of the room and into the party. “You love I. Do I do I do I?” she sang randomly. “That’s been stuck in my head for so long. It might be another song.” she added and started to walk back to the party. 

“Of course. Only when you’re ready,” he assured, understanding that those who pried when someone didn’t want to talk would quickly be shuffled to untrustworthy if he pushed further. He nodded as Summer suddenly animated and fluttered about, and he couldn’t deny the grin that spread across his face as he watched his cousin interact with reckless abandon. There was something to be admired for that, even if she also self-medicated. Eli had a hard time believing in any therapist these days, as it were. He began jumping to the music again, though a bit less jarring as he was still digesting his food. While Summer was walking in front of him, the familiar brunette found him in the sea of people. Without a word, she stuck her tongue out to him, revealing a tab on it. She motioned him with a “shhh” sign, before reaching to place a tab in his mouth. Eli didn’t fight this at all; he was feeling too powerful to consider the consequences for anything he ingested. The girl finally revealed it to be ecstasy, and though his stomach flipped with lack of experience, he felt excited for what the night held with his newfound chemical companion.

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text: Clare

Clare: Which sin isn't a big deal to you, exactly?

Eli: You're consulting sins with me?

Eli: Perhaps you should talk to your pastor instead.

Clare: Yeah, let me run to my family's church and describe my night.

Eli: I'm sure you'd be absolved.

Clare: Yeah, by my mother especially.

Eli: Don't do the scarlet letter thing. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Clare: Then why do I feel so bad?

Eli: Conscience wise? Or physically?

Eli: I could explain both, but I doubt you'd care for it.

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the fear of solid walls | eli

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“Neither did I,” she sighed, knowing it wouldn’t have been a fruitful effort if she had. Not noticing the eyes on her, she peered forward as he marked her position peculiar. “I’m not comfortable,” she confirmed, nestling her face into his pillow.  "I feel weird and sad and nauseous and more weird, this tricks me into feeling better,“she shrugged loosely. Staring blankly for a moment, Clare wasn’t sure whether to be confused or irritated by Eli’s vague offer, opting for the former. "Help how?”

“I’m sorry. It’ll be over soon enough,” he offered, truly feeling empathetic for the girl. He paused for a moment as he debated whether or not to take the liberty to show her what he meant by his statement. Deciding to try, he crawled over her, settling on the other side of her as he moved to a spooning position, cautiously putting his arms around Clare as he waited for her usual reaction. Eli knew that if she resisted on this date, it would effect his emotions more than normal. He put on a brave face, but the depletion of his dopamine was making it difficult for the unstable boy to hold it all together. “Completely innocent physical comfort,” he said softly, not able to see her face to gauge her reaction. 

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text: Clare

Clare: Which sin isn't a big deal to you, exactly?

Eli: You're consulting sins with me?

Eli: Perhaps you should talk to your pastor instead.

Clare: Yeah, let me run to my family's church and describe my night.

Eli: I'm sure you'd be absolved.

Clare: Yeah, by my mother especially.

Eli: Don't do the scarlet letter thing. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

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the fear of solid walls | eli

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Groaning a soft acknowledgement, it wasn’t as if Clare could rightfully argue the trait. “You are too,” she countered half heartedly, settling onto the bed. Curling her legs into herself, she formed a tight ball, burrowing in the unmade bed in a sordid attempt to find any comfort. It was an odd position to be in; her misery was due in part to Eli, and truthfully he was the one entity to make her feel better, though the reminder of his cuddly offer was enough to keep her guard up. “Maybe we can… skip this episode, though?”

“I never disputed my neurotic tendencies, now did I?” he quipped. He looked over at Clare as she folded into herself like an origami shape. He quirked an eyebrow at her odd body language, not knowing if he should take offense or instead chalk it up to her current physical health post Molly binge. “Whatever the lady wants,” he replied, bowing his head teasingly before skipping to the next episode. He looked over at Clare again, frozen between several choices. “The way you’re sitting doesn’t look very comfortable, especially considering we’re not playing “popcorn” on a trampoline,” he bantered, adding, “They say the heightened physical touch can last through the withdrawal. And while it would be an honorable attempt for me to use that as a line to get physically closer to you, I’m honestly only trying to help,” he confessed, shifting on the bed as he studied her.

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the fear of solid walls | eli

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Groaning a soft acknowledgement, it wasn’t as if Clare could rightfully argue the trait. “You are too,” she countered half heartedly, settling onto the bed. Curling her legs into herself, she formed a tight ball, burrowing in the unmade bed in a sordid attempt to find any comfort. It was an odd position to be in; her misery was due in part to Eli, and truthfully he was the one entity to make her feel better, though the reminder of his cuddly offer was enough to keep her guard up. “Maybe we can… skip this episode, though?”

“I never disputed my neurotic tendencies, now did I?” he quipped. He looked over at Clare as she folded into herself like an origami shape. He quirked an eyebrow at her odd body language, not knowing if he should take offense or instead chalk it up to her current physical health post Molly binge. “Whatever the lady wants,” he replied, bowing his head teasingly before skipping to the next episode. He looked over at Clare again, frozen between several choices. “The way you’re sitting doesn’t look very comfortable, especially considering we’re not playing “popcorn” on a trampoline,” he bantered, adding, “They say the heightened physical touch can last through the withdrawal. And while it would be an honorable attempt for me to use that as a line to get physically closer to you, I’m honestly only trying to help,” he confessed, shifting on the bed as he studied her.

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text: Clare

Clare: Which sin isn't a big deal to you, exactly?

Eli: You're consulting sins with me?

Eli: Perhaps you should talk to your pastor instead.

Clare: Yeah, let me run to my family's church and describe my night.

Eli: I'm sure you'd be absolved.

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Rave Party | The Goldsworthys

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  Summer had watched Eli carve his name into the wall above the booth and sit down, she put the box cutter back behind the bar before walking to the booth and looked at him when he asked her the question. She looked down as she thought of an appropriate answer and bit her lip. “About two days after my mom passed.” she said honestly though she knew at her high state she was liable to talk more than normal and say things she would normally keep to herself. Moments later she was happy to see their food arrive. “How did I do?” the waiter asked looking at Summer. “Right as always.” she said taking a big bite of her double bacon cheese burger and covered her mouth. “And it has fries in it!” she exclaimed happily as she finished chewing. “I am one happy camper.” she smiled and began eating the rest of her food. 

Eli winced as he inadvertently brought up the demise of Summer’s mother. It had been a traumatizing thing for the family, and the last thing he wanted was to reopen old wounds. Thankfully, their food arrived. Eli surveyed his own burger, pleased with the selection. “You, sir, are a burger sensei,” he complimented as he took a much-coveted bite. He hummed in pleasure as he tasted the food. He hadn’t realized the appetite he’d built from all of the antics. Eli took in the scenery as he enjoyed the food. He took a sip of his drink as he finished up his meal. He grinned like a toddler when he realized he’d all but inhaled the food, and Summer was still picking apart hers. “I can’t believe I’ve existed this many years without knowing things like this happen,” he commented, still struggling with the awe that all of this catalyzed. “I’m sorry about your mother, you know,” he said awkwardly, never good with consoling others where grief was involved.

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“Sorry, I don’t and I never will have a daddy kink.” She admitted with a laugh.

“I’m feeling okay, but I’m sure I’ll feel like hell tomorrow morning.”

“I’m teasing. The thought of a girl calling me daddy in bed is enough to make me vomit a little,” he explained.

“Yeah well, what’s pleasure without a little pain, eh?” He nursed his own drink, the familiar sensation of intoxication beginning to take hold.

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Rave Party | The Goldsworthys

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Summer continued to dance with her partner as the music played. Her eyes closed for a few minutes as she continued to dance, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt so alive. As her partner pulled her closer to him as they danced, she laid her head against his chest. The minute Eli told her he was hungry she smiled at him. “Ok.” she said and let go of her dance partner. “I thought we had something.” the guy yelled to her. “You don’t even know my name. Plus it was just dancing. If we had something we’ll see each other again.” she yelled back and lead Eli though the crowd to a closed door in which she opened and walked inside. It was like a little cafe inside and Summer lead Eli to the bar and sat down. She leaned over the bar and grabbed a box cutter. “Carve your name somewhere in here before we leave.” she said and a guy walked up. “Only in this room, no weapons outside of here or security will be notified.” the guy stated and looked at Summer, then Eli. “I’ll be right back with your food and drinks.” he said and walked off. “We don’t order here. He automatically knows what we want without asking. He’s never served anyone something they didn’t want or didn’t like.” she assured as she watched to see where Eli would carve his name at.  

Eli had to marvel at the way Summer passed the male off without much consideration. In some ways, the girl was tougher than him. Remaining nonchalant was near impossible for Eli, especially concerning the opposite sex. Eli followed Summer to the cafe, ever curious with all the nooks and crannies of this underground retreat. His brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend a waiter who didn’t take orders. Still, he was feeling too good to necessarily care. He followed the box cutter’s path from her palm to his, flicking open the blade and watching as the lights reflected in the blade. He looked up once the waiter left their table, settling on a wall placement. He stood up in his booth to carve his name on the wall, strangely exhilarated by the action. He sat back down, looking over at Summer with a goofy grin. “So how long have you been experimenting with the dark arts of illicit drugs?” he inquired, extremely curious of his cousin’s past given their recent reconnection.

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The party, the doctor said the aesthetics there are what probably attracts teens and are used to calm us down. He gave me statistics as well and said “It was a very good methodological way of dealing with stress.” and explained the science on it, only I forgot how science took precedence since I was high. 

Eli chuckled at Summer’s explanation. “Exactly why I hate therapists,” he sneered.

“Most medicine is quackery. I think our methods tend to work better. I took Molly with Clare the other day, and it completely reignited our relationship. Drugs are sorely misrepresented. Well, some drugs,” he added for clarification. “As long as you feel stable, that’s all that matters.”