Barely Hold My Tongue ;; Elijah & Edward
The stupidity in Edward was growing with a disturbing speed right now. Something he didn’t like about this scenario; how he was acting, how he kept acting just because Elijah wasn’t feeling all too well about it. And suddenly he hadn’t felt all too well about it either. They had only slept together once. Only hung out once. What was so special about this, about him? Nothing was special, Edward knew that, and maybe that’s why he already prepared himself for his expectation to be true; that this wouldn’t do any good. Rather the exact opposite, but he felt like seeing him right now. It had been a need. He parked the car outside the apartment building that he remembered from that day, evening, night? They had spend so much time together. His seatbelt quickly got unbuckled, the door opened, and his body removed from the car. He slammed the door and walked up to the apartment complex. Edward was seconds from ringing the bell, less actually, as he suddenly stopped himself from pressing the button that’d buzz Eli about his presence. His finger hovering by the button. Edward’s stomach kept flipping upside down, time after time, making him nauseous. He couldn’t stand here all day though, or Gossip Girl would know. He pulled himself together and pressed the button. Shit..