starter for @elijahwalsh
she stood him up. no call explaining, no text apologizing for being late, no excuses about a dying relative or pet or anything. noam was devastated to say the least, heartbroken, and feeling like an utter piece of shit, elijah and zeke fighting over it wasn’t making him feel better. he had heard the noise before he saw anything, heard the yelling and name calling and the sounds of punches being thrown, heard the distinct sound of elijah’s voice, the sound that made him feel nervous and uneasy but safe at the same time. he didn’t focus enough on the details, didn’t want to know who was winning or losing. all he was focused on was grabbing elijah and getting the fuck out of there. so, that’s what he did. he braced the violence enough to give him the opportunity to drag elijah to safety and began walking outside, his best friend in tow. once the two were outside, he dropped elijah’s hand and stared at his feet, unclear about what he was supposed to say or do. he shoved his hands in his pockets and warily brought his eyes up to meet elijah’s. “that really wasn’t necessary, you know. but, um, thank you.”
