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                                 Trying to HOLLA at me–

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Elliot.

❝Not bad.❞

     There was a tease laced in his words as he gave her a small smile. The drugs were shoved back into his pocket as he turned to follow her. Naive to his own addiction, he didn’t think twice about the rule he broke or the promise he was breaking to her. He didn’t need it. It just took the edge off, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. Hands shoved into his hoodie as he glanced at the food on the shelves, though nothing jumped out at him.

❝That all you’re getting?❞

                                 She smiles back, even though it’s forced, even though its teaming with her own secret desire. As grossly hypocritical as it sounded. She had off days just like everyone, though-- Even as she was trying to BETTER herself  (  For him  ). It wouldn’t be right if she continued to lose herself in her subconscious when she was trying to get him to keep his promises. It wouldn’t be fair if she set limitations and didn’t follow them herself. But they were both FUCKED up individuals and maybe their relationship was a Shakespearean comedy awaiting the punchline... But Shayla would have it no other way. Not if she had the choice.

                               ❛  Yeah, It’s all we-- I needed... Unless you needed something else?  ❜

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                                 Trying to HOLLA at me–

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                                 Trying to HOLLA at me--

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Elliot.

     Okay… so maybe doing morphine down an aisle of the store wasn’t the smartest idea, but… no. There was no but or good enough argument. He just wanted to get high.

                                ❛  That good, huh?  ❜   There’s a hint of disdain in her voice... Arms crossed despite the food she’d been carrying. She wasn’t naive to his denial of addiction, wasn’t ignorant to the fact that being high was far better than reality. How often had she taken measures in order to seek CLARITY among the fantastical mind. But watching him-- It made her stomach do cartwheels... She blamed it on their ‘upgraded’ relationship. Shayla finally had someone she cared for who also cared for her, in a romantic fantasy that bordered on awkward almost daily. But, she took care of his dog. That meant something, right?

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Elliot.

     She really was a bad influence on him. The problem was this time he couldn’t blame agreeing to it from being high off morphine. At least not yet. That would come later, like clock work. He kept to his schedule almost religiously. Elliot finally moved from his couch, walking over to where she was sitting in his computer chair before plopping down on his mattress.

❝So what is it this time?❞

                              ❛  Only the good stuff--  ❜   She sing-songed quietly to herself as the bag is ripped open and the contents wrapped into a thing paper as her own saliva is used to seal it shut. Handing it to him first, though normally she’d take the first hit.  ❛  Don’t worry... It’s not laced with anything. It’s just strong.  ❜

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Elliot.

     The smart choice in this would be to say no. He knew that. Even his imaginary friend knew that, but was he going to say no?

❝Sure, why not?❞

                               ❛  That’s the spirit!  ❜   Shayla knew he couldn’t say no-- It was one of the things she knew to be true about him. She uses the term  ‘know’  loosely when she realizes there’s so much she DOESN’T know about Elliot... Too much, despite having witnessed countless of highs with him.

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Elliot.

❝Sorry-I mean…❞

     It was hard to NOT apologize. He felt obligated. Swallowing, he just nodded his head to her.

                                ❛  Look... I’ve got this new stuff... Seller said it’s pretty potent. Wanna smoke it with me? it wouldn’t be the  SAME  without you !!  ❜   She dangles the baggy in front of his face, teasing smile etched onto her lips.

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Elliot.

❝I’m…. sorry? I just don’t really have a lot to talk about most of the time.❞

                                ❛   Hey...! Only  apologize  when you mean it. Otherwise it loses all of its  meaning  later on.  ❜

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                                 ❛  You’re so quiet…. Even when I  THINK  I hear you... I just  don’t  Do you mean for it to be like that? Or are you just searching for something to say all the time?  ❜

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No, you have to say it.

                                                                    I promise.

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              finally finished things over here~! So, consider this a starter call  !!

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And you laugh like you’ve never been lonely Oh you laugh like there’s hope in the story You laugh like I’ll be there to hold you always, Always here I’m always here, always here

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     This was something he could get used to. Her touch; so comforting. Her presence alone made the demons run away. She was a light that helped him through the darkness that he never knew he needed. There had always been something about Shayla that he liked. It wasn’t the drugs or the way she didn’t judge him like he was some kind of FREAK. She had her own monsters, a maze she weaved so perfectly to make herself seem like someone else. Elliot couldn’t wait to spend his time finding out more about her. Finding out the real her at the end of the maze.

     A hand came to her shoulder as she deepened the kiss, pulling her in close where typically he would push a person away. He wanted her close. He wanted to feel her warmth pressed against him. There was so much he wanted from her and he was patient to see it all. This was excitement. True and real excitement. This wasn’t another hack at trying to figure someone else. This was what relationships were, weren’t they? The real life connection. It was like picking a lock only better. He could take his time, feel her real and there. He might have even considered the idea of LOVING her. Was that too soon to think? They’d known each other long enough. It wasn’t like they were strangers… but in a way they were.

     If he had known this would be the last time he’d kiss her, he would have never broke it. If he knew this was the last time he would smell the shampoo in her hair or felt the way she fit perfectly to him he would have never let her go. He would have ran away in that moment with her to protect her forever… or maybe he would have ran away to save her. He didn’t know what was bound to happen. He couldn’t have ever known. And because of that reason he had to break the kiss. Give himself a moment to breathe the fresh air she brought to his lungs. A smile, true and genuine, grew across his lips as his hand slipped from her shoulder to brush the hair from her face.

❝Good luck at your new job. Call  me when you get a chance?❞

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Is that ecstasy?.                                 No, it’s clarity.