#interactions: eli.

[camevanss]

WHO: cam evans & @eli-stjames​

WHEN: tuesday, october 20, evening

WHERE: st. james house

Clearly, Cam had some sort of death wish. That was really the only explanation for why he was currently headed in the direction of his ex-girlfriend’s house. But he’d bought a birthday gift for her literally back in August at the mall because he was probably the best boyfriend in Lima. Well, formerly the best boyfriend. Now, he was just an ex-boyfriend who wanted to get rid of a book he was never going to read. He should’ve put it with all the stuff of hers that he’d given her sister almost a month and a half ago, but at the time, he wasn’t even sure if he’d wanted to give it to her. He had tried to return it, but there was some sort of thirty-day policy that he hadn’t cared enough to listen to when he bought the book in the first place. It wasn’t like he could have predicted that his girlfriend would enjoy making out with Winnie Karofsky more than she enjoyed being with him. He didn’t think that they would’ve been broken up when her birthday was finally rolling around, but apparently, life had other plans. He was the last person she wanted to see, and he was very much aware of that. It wasn’t like he really wanted to see her all that much either, but she wasn’t at the bottom of his list anymore. He let out a small sigh as he pulled up to her house, trying his hardest to ignore the pit in his stomach. He figured this was probably going to go a couple ways. Either she wasn’t going to be home and he’d get verbally assaulted with the word “like” by Ivy, or he’d get a door slammed in his face. Either way, none of it sounded like a good time. He made his way up to her front door, carrying the gift bag down by his side. He was still mad at her, but he wasn’t an animal, he couldn’t give her a gift not wrapped in something. He knocked lightly on the door, awkwardly chewing on the inside of his cheek as he waited for someone to open it. “Hey,” he greeted in a whisper, immediately beginning to shake his head. “Don’t shut the door in my face. Please. I got this for you like two months ago,” he mumbled out, extending his arm to hand her the bag. “I can’t return it. And it’s a book, so I’m really uninterested in keeping it.”

[camevanss]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Cam Evans  & @eli-stjames​ 💔

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Monday, August 31, evening

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Lima Bean/Cameron’s Car

Cam always considered himself a good boyfriend. He would have done just about anything for Eli, including picking her up from work when she didn’t have her car for whatever reason. Plus, he just enjoyed spending time with her. Things were a little weird right now though. At least for him. Ever since he’d gotten into that argument with Zoe at that new girl’s party, he couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said. His girlfriend really did have an affinity for making out with other people at parties. Honestly, at most parties they always seemed to lose track of each other, but she could somehow always find her way to Winnie’s lips. At first, it didn’t really bother him. At all. Two girls making out was kind of hot, but at what point, if ever, was it going to end? Sure, he’d kissed people at parties during Spin the Bottle, but it wasn’t the same thing. Julien looked like a turtle with Elvis hair, he definitely was not interested in him. A small sigh left his lips as he pulled his car to a stop right in front of the Lima Bean. He took in another deep breath as he unlocked his car door, trying to shake any nervousness from his mind. Cam hated confrontation. He especially hated confrontation when he had no idea where the conversation was going to go. That was why he still hadn’t told his mother he hated going to church. That was a secret he was prepared to die with. “Hey,” he greeted with a nod of his head, waiting for his girlfriend to get settled into the car. Usually, his greetings were paired with some sort of physical affection. A kiss on the cheek, a handhold, anything. But he didn’t just feel like it. “Can we talk about something?” He asked as he finally pulled away from the Lima Bean.

[camevanss]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Cam Evans  & @eli-stjames​ ✉️

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Tuesday, December 1.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: WMHS bleachers.

Cam had taken this walk so many times. For the exact same reason. The trek behind the bleachers was almost always for one reason for him. He was looking for Eli. It definitely felt different now, especially since he had been actively avoiding having anything to do with her for the past few months. But they were friends now, right? Well. They weren’t friends, but they weren’t mortal enemies. And she meant something to him. Right now, she was still the first person he wanted to share news with. Whether it was good or bad, that didn’t matter. He was just used to bringing his news to her. And today, he had news.

He held the unopened envelope in his hand as he tried not to focus on the contents. It was an acceptance. Or well, a rejection letter. And the only person he could really think of to open it with was the person he’d always pictured opening that sort of thing with. If he opened it with Frankie and it was a rejection, she would have suggested they go on some sort of a drinking binge, and he was certain that Jazmine and Joey would have been happy to see him get rejected from a school so far away. Neither one of them wanted him to leave. So, Eli was going to be that person for him. Well, if she still wanted to be.

He peeked around every section of bleachers he passed until he finally spotted his target, letting out a nervous sigh as he decided to approach her. “Hey,” he greeted softly as he exhaled deeply. It already felt a lot less awkward than he thought it was going to be. “Don’t worry. I’m still not a smoker. I was actually just down here looking for you,” he admitted with a small smile. Clearly, hanging out under the bleachers was never his thing and would likely never be. He shuttered slightly as the wind blew, almost instinctively reaching up to start taking off his jacket to hand it to her, but he caught himself. It was a stupid habit. “I got a letter,” he explained, attempting to shake his nerves. “From the Savannah college of art and design. And I don’t know if I’m in or if I’m out. It’s a big envelope, so I’m thinking I might be in. But you’re the only person I can think of to open this with,” he sighed out as he glanced down at the envelope. “I also don’t know if I want to open it underneath the school bleachers.”

[foughtdark]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @elihales​.

Believe it or not, there was a time where Ford and Eli were close. Good friends, even. He has a good amount of font memories that involved him, TJ, Eli, and Ollie. They were friends, a little pack of misfits that just wanted to have a good time. It’s needless to say that, by now, that’s vanished from existence. Oliver stabbing Isobella might have been the final cherry on top when it came to the demise of their friendship, solidifying what they all knew to be true. They were worlds away now, on opposing sides of a war that just doesn’t want to end. So when Ford gets a text for Eli, he can’t help but become a little shocked. He read it over and over, thinking maybe there might be some hidden message within it that he was missing. Maybe this was the part where he finally kicks the bucket and this was some last piece of revenge from the Primordial clan once and for all. 

Either way, Ford meets him, hands in his pockets as he spots him. “So, what is it? You finally get tired of your slutty, big-mouthed boyfriend and decide to join the other side?” The blonde teases, mainly just to get under Eli’s skin. It’s what he did best, really. Pushing buttons and pulling strings. The biker scans his surroundings in one sweep before he takes a seat on the curb, moving to rest his hands on his knees. Ford pulls out a cigarette before speaking, “Seriously, what do you want, man? You got some nerve comin’ to me after Ollie stabbed Izzy.”