only angel

O p e n up your eyes, shut your mouth and s e e That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me I'll guess I'll be getting you stuck in between my teeth And there's nothing I can do about it.

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He shook his head at the memory she brought up, a smile creeping onto his lips as he remembered how mad his mom had been when he’d skipped the appointment she’d set up with the tailor the morning of the event. He’d overslept at Declan and Vayda’s, still recovering from raiding their parent’s liquor cabinet the night before. “I’m lucky I even made it through that event. That was the worst hangover ever.” He handed the joint back to her before leaning back with his palms pressed against the pavement, his head tilted back towards the sky. The sun was setting and crickets started to chirp nearby as the summer night fell upon them. 

He knew she knew what he meant without him really saying anything. That was the easy thing about being around Dylan. The unspoken form of communication that they’d somehow developed over the years. She knew he couldn’t go home like this, not without covering up his bruises or having a damn good excuse for them. He pressed her balled up shirt to his brow, wiping away at the blood as he let out a short laugh. “Might have to use that one.” He’d probably still end up earning a lecture about being more careful, but it’d be better than the lecture about fighting and keeping a clean image. He shot an overly flirty look in Dylan’s direction as he suddenly joked with her. “Are you trying to take me home for the night Dyldo?”

“Serves you right for trying to keep up with them,” She teased, a mock condescending tone coating her voice, “I swear those two have the highest tolerance I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ve even seen Vayda with a single hangover.” She let out a half-laugh taking the joint from him and inhaling, she leaned back, mirroring his position and letting the smoke that flitted through her lips dance with his. 

She rolled her eyes, a small scoff escaping her lips, “only in your wildest and wettest dreams, Elijah.”  Tossing him a sarcastic toothy grin, “We’ve just revamped the dog house in the back, I’ll throw you a clean blanket and a bone and some water. Think that’ll get you through the night?” She’d seen her parents a total of two times that summer, only jetting in to attend some party before departing back to Europe for work. If anything, Eli was doing her a favor by not being alone in a big house for another night.

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Eli hadn’t heard anyone following behind, so it startled him when Dylan suddenly appeared walking down the street towards him. He avoided her gaze, stretching his legs out across the pavement and letting out a small sigh when she took a seat on the curb beside him. Somehow she was both the first and last person he wanted to see right then. It wasn’t until she spoke that he looked over at her, a joint placed between her lips and an eyebrow raised following her question. He wordlessly fished around in his pocket, pulling out a black lighter and handing it over. He could feel warm liquid pooling at his eyebrow, and he placed his fingers there, looking down at them after to reveal bright red. Great. He thought, already rolling his eyes at the questions he knew would follow when his parents saw him the next day. 

He sat there in silence alongside the brunette, letting her get a fews drags of her joint before plucking it from between her fingers and taking a hit himself. He didn’t speak until he exhaled, smoke flowing from between his lips and into the air between them. “How bad does it look?” He finally spoke, motioning to the injury.

She swallowed any urge to ask about what happened, knowing it’d be the last thing he’d want to talk about and instead - focused on trying to pull him out of his head and away from what had just happened. She didn’t know why she felt it so necessary to make Eli feel better; she hated the boy 90% percent of the time but she supposed if anyone was to get on his nerves and upset him - she was the only allowed to do that. 

She lit the joint, stretching out her own long legs and inhaling, leaving the lighter in the small space that separated the pair. She let him take the joint from her nimble fingers as she exhaled smoke into the darkening sky; used to hitting it back and forth between them like some kind of routine. Her head swiveled towards him, pushing back her sunglasses into dark tresses as she examined his face, lips downturning as slender shoulders lifted into a shrug, “unsurprisingly, I’ve seen you look worst.” She teased, her lips tugging into a small smirk, “like - that charity event we were forced to go to two years ago? - You know the one where you wore the ugliest suit I’ve ever seen. Did you even see a tailor?” She noted the blood slowly trickling down and she pulled off her white tank top, leaving her in a black bikini and passing the top over to him to wipe away the blood somewhere other than his fingers. “you can hide out at my place if you want - until it doesn’t look like you got socked in the face. - Or maybe you can say Dec accidentally hit you with a hockey stick.” 

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sunliites:

Eli wasn’t sure how things had gotten to the point that he’d thrown a punch. Just fifteen minutes ago he’d been standing around in the backyard, passing a joint with a couple of guys as they talked about sports and girls at the party, some of whom were swimming around in the glistening pool just a couple feet away. Eli was barely listening, he’d been tuning in and out of the conversation since it started, only giving input when he realized he’d been quiet for too long. His ears perked up when one guy made a comment about a name he recognized all too well, and he felt his jaw tense. The guy was shorter than him, with blond hair slicked to the side, the way Eli’s parents would make him style it whenever they had business dinners at the house. Eli countered the guy’s derogatory statement with a fact he knew to be true. “Girl like Dylan probably wouldn’t look in your direction.” 

The group fell silent. Not only was it the first thing Eli had said in a while, but it was cuttingly blunt, although true. The guy snorted, looking over at his friends for support but receiving none. Eli continued, attempting to make light of the situation. “Just saying, I know her and she’s picky or whatever.” It was too late to apologize though, short stack had already formed a rebuttal. “I heard you’ve fucked her. You think you’re the only one who has claim? I hear she gives it up for just about any dick so you’re not special.” From there it was mostly a blur. Eli had felt his blood boil up until it resulted in him throwing punches as the other guy fought back. The whole thing didn’t last long before Declan and Owen came along to pull him away, and it was then that Eli realized most of his friends were nearby. Dylan herself was standing on the other side of the pool, looking in his direction with a questioning look on her face. He suddenly didn’t feel like himself and without a word he turned and headed out of the backyard, towards the front of the house, down the driveway and towards the street, away from the party.

Toes were dipped into the pool, azure orbs hidden by tinted oversized sunglasses as she sat in between Celeste and Vayda. She was unaware of anything else going on outside of their bubble; as it always was when the three of them got together. The world and everyone disappeared and they were sucked into one of their own even if they were in the middle of a very packed pool party. 

It was Celeste whose attention drifted first, her gaze moving to the opposite side of the pool where some sort of commotion had put a pause to the party, capturing everyone’s attention. “what the fuck just happened?” Dylan asked, her eyes locking with Eli’s for a few moments before he broke the contact and walked out of the backyard. She didn’t wait for a reply or a response from either Vayda or Celeste before quickly following after him. 

Her bare feet hit the hot sidewalk as she looked both ways, trying to see where he had gone. It didn’t take long for her gaze to land on him, just six houses down sitting on the curb. She silently walked over to him, pulling out a joint from her denim shorts and sticking it behind her ear. She didn’t even hesitate before taking a seat next to him. “-- You got a light?” She asked, after a few moments of silence, pulling the joint out and placing it between her lips.

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“Why not just throw the party yourself?” He suggested in a condescending tone, watching as she pulled a bright pink lighter out of the tiny purse at her hip. He rolled his eyes at the use of his full name, his arms going up in defense of her inquiries. “Hey, I’m just trying to spread some summer cheer. Now, if you wanted to spread some cheer of your own though,” He leaned towards her then, his eyes flicking over her bikini-clad body for a moment before returning to her face, a confident smirk etched onto his lips. “I won’t complain.” He reached up and grabbed the lighter then, placing the joint between his lips and lighting the end of it all in one swift movement. “Happy Summer Dyldo.” He teased as he exhaled, smoke billowing up into the air above them as he offered the joint to her.

“Maybe I will and I’ll be sure you’re on the ‘do not allow in no matter what type of sexual favors he offers’ list.” She mused, amusement obvious in her voice, brushing away the condescending tone that she was used to from him. “As if you would do anything without any ulterior motive.” The scent of sea salt and his cologne filtered into her senses as he leaned towards her; she didn’t batt an eyelash as his eyes roamed her body, “if you want me to spread my legs, Eli, all you have to do is ask.” She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear - and it was her turn then, to lean just a fraction closer, lips moving to his ear - and all but purring into it,“Vanderbilt’s in town he’s walking around with a fuckin’ 8-pack this summer. I think I’ll go spread some summer cheer his way.” Her hand rested on his shoulder as she pulled back, patting it gently with a smirk painted on her sun-kissed features, “happy summer, Elijah.” She chirped in without missing a beat, taking the joint from him and taking a hit. There was silence between them for a few moments before Dylan exhaled, coating them in another layer of smirk, “Vayda’s supposed to be arrive today. Have you seen her?”

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“Uhh.” Owen took a quick look around the area, not recognizing a single face in the crowd. Everyone he’d been introduced to earlier had disappeared, and Owen opted not to sit alone while Declan got another drink. “I’ll just go with you.” He muttered as he stood up to head inside with the other male, also leaving his empty glass behind. A thought occurred to him as they walked, and he leaned forward so that Declan could hear him over the music and chattering of the partygoers. “When’s your sister supposed to get here?” He wondered aloud, knowing that his friend had been excited for the reunion with his sibling.

He offered his friend a shrug, leading the way to the bar, “Now Owen, I’ve invited the creme of the crop tonight - take your pick. No need to play shy, my boy.” There was a teasing tone to his voice, as he tossed him a smirk over his shoulder. He lifted his wrist, eyes falling onto the Rolex but not completely reading the time; “she should be on the fucking boat by now. We’ve set sail and I even stalled the departure time so that she could make it.” His eyes scanned the room, trying to see if he could find his younger sister. “She’s probably with Celeste or Dylan. We can grab our drinks and go find them.”

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“I was wondering where you were! Some girl already got too drunk and puked off the side of the boat, then a couple minutes later tried to make out with Eli. His face was priceless. Oh, and Declan bought a friend with him! Owen, I think? He introduced us all a while ago but I don’t know if anyone was paying attention. Dylan looked at him like he had three heads, but I think he’s nice. We should go find them!“ The blonde chattered away before taking Vayda’s hand in her own and heading towards the bar, the last place she’d seen Declan and his friend.

"Fret no more, my angel I am here in the very flesh for the rest of the summer without any internships or school work to keep me distracted.” There was a small laugh that scuttled out of the girl’s lips, “did Eli go ahead and shove the girl off the boat, giving the sharks a nice bony little snack?” Vayda let the girl steer her through the boat, heels clicking with every step, “He texted me that he was bringing his friend - I don’t think I’ve met any of Declan’s college friends - is this Owen boy hot?”  

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“Probably haven’t.” Eli chuckled as he finished rolling up a joint and proceeded to tuck it behind his ear. “I nearly pushed some chick overboard earlier, tried to kiss me right after throwing up. I don’t think half of ‘em are even over eighteen.” He complained as he searched his pockets for a lighter, letting out a soft curse as he realized he’d misplaced his. “You got a light?” He looked up at Dylan then, surprised to find himself intrigued by the way the sunlight caught her eyes. “I’ll smoke you up if you want.” He blurted out, the invitation falling from his lips before he could stop it.

"God, where did Declan even find these people? -- You think it was that friend of his that he brought? Next party, I’m making him make a guest list that I have to approve. He’ll probably moan about it but it’s for the greater good.” She mused, a small smile flickering onto her lips, as she pulled a small pink lighter from the small Chanel purse strapped over her shoulder. She all but dangled it in front of the male’s eyes, head tilting to the side just slightly as an eyebrow lifted just a fraction, “you’ll smoke me up without any strings attached? Or what’s in it for you, Elijah?”

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“ -- Gag me.” The girl exhaled, a look of disgust painted on her features as she all but sauntered down the steps the black bikini adorning her frame barely hidden under the sheer cover up. “We’ve got to start being more selective on who we let in. I must’ve passed at least 4 bimbos recreating the Titanic scene. It’s like they’ve never been on a fucking yacht before.”

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“I literally came straight from the law firm and onto the yacht; think my uber driver almost crashed because he was watching me change in the backseat. -- Anyways, albeit late - my summer’s finally began. Have I missed anything? Fill me in.” 

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“I’m heading inside to get another drink,” the male stated, putting the empty glass, still frosted from the cold amber liquid on a nearby table, “you want anything?” The words tumbled from his lips, geared towards no one in particular as he flicked his sunglasses off his eyes, letting them rest atop his tawny head.