It was a humid, fall night, and Eleanor was bored out of her mind and also out of sugar. So, as she sometimes did when she was bored, she went door to door, practically throwing away her pennies for even an ounce of a thought. She'd even take a memory of a thought, some part of a halfhearted word, even a "go away, Eleanor". She had cleared all of the apartments on her floor, and wasn't hesitant to take the elevator up. She looked through the list of residents, names and letters embossed in glass, her finger settling on one. Eloise.
If she had to be honest, Eleanor didn't know Eloise very well. However, when she overheard people talking about an 'El', it was not the blonde they were talking about, but the brunette instead. Because of this, Eleanor had learned not to flinch when she heard the once-familiar nickname.
Eleanor, unexpected now having more sugar than she can consume, knocked on her door. Prompt and bright, Eloise opened the door, her bright eyes and smile went unnoticed. "Hey, Eloise," Eleanor began, "do you, by any chance, have some sugar that I can borrow? I mean, you can't really borrow and give back food that is consumed, but, um, yeah." The girl silently nodded, letting Eleanor into her abode as she went to retrieve the sweet, short-chained carbohydrates. As a molecular biology major at the best Ivy League school, she reviewed every fact she ever learned about carbohydrates, bringing her back to the horrifying memory that was freshman year. Carbohydrates contain carbon, oxygen, and hydrogen. They can easily be identified by their ring structures. Their monomers are monosaccharides and their polymers are polysaccharides. The function of carbohydrates is mainly to provide short-term energy to its consumer, but also can play key roles in the immune system, fertilization, preventing pathogenesis, blood clotting, and development.
However, her quick-fire review was interrupted by noticing the details of Eloise Archer's living room. A new artwork was left on an easel, tubes of paint left open, colors mixed but never actually used. There was a sense of carelessness in the air, carelessness so perfected that it was beautiful. She could tell that this was Eloise's haven, and her art was her saving grace.