The sunlight danced between the blinds, creating thin orange lines against various surfaces in the room. However, not a single ray of light managed to reach the face of the still fast asleep Puckerman as he laid beneath his covers, breathing softly in sweet slumber. Elijah had been exhausted for the past few days, feeling as though he were shoved into a hypothetical corners with so many life decisions looming over him. He was always a scared little boy when it came down to it, and now, more than ever, he'd been reminded of that. California was breathing down his neck, that record label desiring to sign him throwing deal after deal in Elijah's direction, wanting him to return to the sunshine and palm trees and become one of their own. He could feel California rooting him into its warm soil, making him a part of the concrete jungle there, but something was keeping him from leaping for the opportunity of a lifetime. A little boy and his mother, grasping Eli's wrists and begging him with love to not go away from them. Charlie and Levi were the center of his universe, and he would be too far off orbit if he ran away to California, even if it was to chase the dream he had had since he was a child discovering an old broken guitar in the dumpster behind Sully's Record Shop many years ago. His heart was torn, a part of him knowing chances like that didn't come twice within someone's life time, and the other part of him knowing that he couldn't abandon Charlie and Levi when they would need him most. And yes, he knew she would support his decision, and they would try and reunite when opportunity came, but their relationship was fragile, even if still mending, and Elijah didn't want to ruin any chances he'd had left with the woman he wanted to share his life with and the son who was the greatest achievement of his life. It kept him up most nights, scared for what would happen in the future, and left him sleeping in on the exhaustion of it all.
This Saturday was much like that. A long basketball practice--glad to have been back on the Varsity team despite his random week-long trip to California interfering with the season--and lots of homework followed by the hours of thinking from last night left him aching and tired, which mean he would be dead asleep well into the late morning hours. At it stayed very much that way for Elijah, though an unexpected visitor was well on her way to interrupt that. Sleeping soundly in bed, he hadn't heard the sound of the door opening and closing, the rustle of clothes and accessories as Charlie shed her coat and bothersome jewelry, or even the sound of her walking over to his bed. He had, however, noticed the creak of the bed frame and the mattress sink just a bit beneath him, as though someone was joining him. On first instinct, he pictured Sarah, that little brat, in his head, climbing into bed much like she used to with him on Saturdays to pinch his nose until he woke with a start and demand he be her chauffeur. That was something that rarely occurred since the pregnancy thing had started, though, so he wasn't sure why Sarah would intrude on her brother's sleep. He was surprised to feel slender and ice cold fingers against the heated skin of his biceps, and the softest of lips pressing into the scratchy surface of his cheek. He hadn't really bothered to shave or really groom much of his facial hair lately, his mohawk was slowly getting lost in the growth of hair on his head actually, which made him look less like a Puckerman and more like an older scruffy man. He viewed that as bad, but he was too exhausted to even care. Blinking as he heard the voice, one he immediately recognized as his love's, Elijah stirred just a bit before slowly opening his eyes. His blurry vision soon subsided to reveal the blonde laying in the bed beside him. A tired but all too happy grin took over his mouth as he closed his eyes momentarily, her comforting scent and the feel of her body so close filling his senses. "Mornin'," he croaked in that morning voice, clearing his throat in an attempt to get rid of it. Turning over so his arm wrapped around her slim waist, he pulled her close into an embrace, a sloppy but loving kiss being placed on her cheek, the wet kind that girls just hated but boys gave anyway. You know, because it was cute to see your girlfriend's nose scrunch up in disgust as she wiped it away. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?" he asked, eyebrows raised though his eyes stayed closed, nuzzling into her neck as he relaxed into her.
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