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Text to Katie:
Katie: You know me too well. We'll talk more when I see you. P.S I'm outside and in my sweats, don't laugh or I'm going home to Professor Johnson's open arms.
Eli: I should have something to show for all of the time that we spend together, shouldn't I? I'll be out in a sec.
Text to Katie:
Katie: With my reputation, it's difficult shooting for anything else, trust me. I just feel like people are waiting for me to mess up. That's something I always admired about you, you know; how you're so open to such spontaneity. I'm trying to be a lot less rigid, but I'm still a work in progress. I have a good amount of things at your place, I think. Fair enough, I'm leaving the house now.
Eli: You don't have to explain, I know, but you don't have to think like that either. I know that there's a lot more to you than just aiming to be the best at everything you do. No one's waiting for you mess up, and if someone is? Who cares? They don't deserve to see you at your best. I know. Be careful. I'll see you soon, belle.
Text to Katie:
Katie: Doesn't hurt to aim at perfection, but I suppose stressing myself over what's been fine so far is ludicrous. Always making things so simple, har har. Do I need to get you another agenda? Or will this one be swallowed by your room as well? I'd probably have to sleep over because I doubt it'd be a short stay. Is that okay? I'll leave before anyone wakes up; if anything, I'll just say Marisol and I went on an impromptu girls night if my parents find out.
Eli: I suppose, but perfection shouldn't be the only number that you're shooting for. You don't have to get me anything, Katie. Agendas are meaningless if you don't put any effort into it, and I don't plan on intercepting the spontaneous. Of course it's okay. Honestly, I'm surprised that you haven't earned your own side of the closet yet with all of your recent stays at Hotel Eli. You don't have to sneak around for the sake of my parents, believe me. What your parents don't know won't hurt anyone.
Text to Katie:
Katie: Not so much as skeptical as I am just simply concerned for you. It's our senior year; I want it to run as smoothly as possible. Same difference, you're not using it--what if you have a meeting or something and you fail to go because you simply don't remember? Oh yeah? Professor Johnson keeps me warm and he doesn't argue as much. What do you have to offer? Pretty much, it might as well be early evening for us.
Eli: You worry too much. The majority of the year has been smooth enough to bear, so why spread yourself so thin over an ideal vision of the future? If it was meant to be effortless, then it will be. If I forget, I'll simply accept that it's my own fault and move on. It's actually a pretty simple thought process when you consider it, you know. Well, I have a semester's worth of drafts of horrible poetry to rest your eyes upon and crappy music to listen to, but other than that, I just want to harass you in person.
Text to Katie:
Katie: As long as you really are getting things done. Wonderful things you do, right. Does that include losing the agenda I gave you? Not only Blink, I have Professor Johnson to keep the big bads away. Jealous?
Eli: I wouldn't try to deceive you. You sound skeptical. I happen to be a pretty great person, in case you haven't noticed by now, and it would be a crime to take the fact lightly. Technically, you can't say that it's lost if it's still in my possession, just out of sight and mind. I'm so jealous that you should ditch Prof. to keep me company instead. This is early for us, correct?
Text to Katie:
Katie: Can't say I'm a supporter of being lazy in the tiniest of instances, but as long as you're getting things done, no harm, no foul. Noted. Should I change your name in my address book to Leslie? So much glory, I don't think I could live up to it. This could be a problem.
Eli: I hope you mean that, because I'm taking that to the grave with me. It's the first step to getting legitimate recognition from you for all of the wonderful things that I do. If you want to resort to Blink for company tonight, go ahead. It could be a disaster if we're not careful.
Text to Katie:
Katie: Look, it's laziness in it's most natural form. Pretty sure we were both super sober. Took a while to get it out of you, but if it's any consolation, you know mine. Almost, somewhat, kind of. It's all the same to me. I'm losing interest as we speak, Lijah.
Eli: You say that like it's a bad thing. I'm productive when it comes to things that matter. If it's worth anything in retrospect, I regret a lot of my life decisions, but mostly the ones that involve "Leslie." I lost interest in my own perfection a long time ago, so I'll save you the trouble. It becomes such a trivial thing after seventeen years of living with such glory.
Text to Katie:
Katie: ?? You don't even take notes in class. Quite the opposite, I adore your middle name almost as much as I adore you. Now you're just doing this on purpose.
Eli: Yeah, you're right. I don't. Remind me why I told you my first name in the first place? And what was I under the influence of at the time? Also, almost? I don't think you've prepared yourself mentally for what I'm about to tell you.
Text to Katie:
Katie: At least you don't have to deal with your hand cramping up due to the notes we're expected to take. Why can't we just use our laptops? Ugh. Of course, that's why I asked. How does one achieve the flawlessness that is Elijah Leslie Goldsworthy? Do tell.
Eli: Believe me, I have my struggles. No need to bring out ugly middle names - I know that you're on the edge of your seat right now, but patience is a virtue. Are you sure that you're ready to hear this?
Text to Katie:
Katie: I'll never understand how you manage to pass without notes, but I'll keep that in mind next time I get a 100 and you get a 98. That happened once, I think. A natural talent, really. Could you tell an adoring fan the secret to your perfection? Please?
Eli: I'm more of a visual learner rather than the pen-and-paper type, I think. Plus, I don't trust myself to be competent outside of school hours, so I might as well not psych myself out by pretending to be a productive person. More than once, I assure you. Do you really want to know?
Text to Katie:
Katie: You got the questions right, did you not? Way to thank your girlfriend. I'm not surprised you didn't make it ten minutes early to homeroom--did you make it on time? Oh hush, you're being dramatic. You were better prepared.
Eli: I'm almost positive I did, without notes and all. You adore me. I'm glad you appreciate my efforts, I always love to get feedback from the fans. I was running late this morning like always, no surprise there, but I did manage to sneak in right on the minute bell. I think it's becoming a talent of mine, really. It comes naturally, what can I say?
Text to Katie:
Katie: Very funny. The first four questions were highlighted on the notes I gave you. What did you get for #5? Oops, I'm sorry I care about you. My fault.
Eli: I wasn't trying to be funny. What is a man without his fire? A writer without his muse? An artist without his brush? Useless and empty inside - just like me without that adrenaline rush of being completely and utterly unprepared. I'm too upset to even think about academics. Unprofessional.
Nicholas Prior - Untitled #44
Text to Katie:
Eli: I've decided that your notes for Gov totally ruined the pop quiz vibes for me today. I blame you for how mundane I feel.
It’s minuscule, and I’d hardly call it glory. You’re notorious for that unproductive streak of yours, and that’s being generous. What happened to the agenda I gave you? It should help with planning the days out; I know I can’t ever part with mine. Am I being too frank if I said I secretly hoped you knew I was on this site? Why would you do that? I like to say some of my best memories of you were on here. Jesus shit.
Ouch, I know you didn’t just throw back that line right in my face, Goldsworthy. Should I just stop being nice to you at all? Last I recall, you weren’t so concerned with the public eye when we were at your locker last week.
Reading ahead for AP Gov. and drinking tea. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you don’t know if we have a pop quiz tomorrow? How on earth do you get A’s on the tests?
Your definition of glory is far more drawn out and detailed than mine, I simply pen it as a job well done. I appreciate the generosity, I encourage it even. No comment on the location (somewhere within the mess of my room, I'm sure), but I enjoy the chaos in my life. It tends to keep things interesting, and I'm always willing to put on a good show for whoever may be watching. Don't remind me.
When are you ever 'nice' to me? I recall 'impulsive' and 'eager' when in my company, but I don't remember an occurrence with that particular ring to it. And neither were you.
Disregard this if I'm incorrect, but isn't the true enjoyment in taking pop quizzes the pure adrenaline that rushes through your veins the moment that you walk through the doorway and see all of the desks pushed back? Also, the 'pop' in pop quiz is supposed to be spontaneous, correct? I rest my case - you're welcome. You're over-thinking it.