"You follow my blog?" Elijah asked quickly. It wasn’t really surprising, but he was just kind of flattered that people read his blog all the time. There wasn’t any reason for anyone to feel obligated to do it, especially if they were friends. He didn’t want them to feel guilty for not. It was just some people’s tastes. Wes and him and hadn’t had a good talk for a while, and they definitely needed to catch up, but Elijah couldn’t bare to watch the boy lay in his own filth any longer, even if his hair did look incredibly cute with the bedhead, and yes, his arms looked amazing in the tank top he was wearing, as well. When Wes stood up, Elijah sat up, but stayed on the bed as he watched the boy take the shirt off and grab a towel and wow. Something had changed from the last time he saw the boy, and that was definitely the muscles that had magically grown on him. He didn’t want to make it obvious that he was staring, so he just nodded his head at what the boy was saying. “Okay,” He said, getting up from the bed and starting to make his way towards the door. “You, um, have a nice shower.” Elijah exited the room, looking at the terrarium before making his way over to it. He probably should have just waited for Wes to get out of the shower, but he wanted to look really cute and appealing when he got out, holding his frogs and probably turning him on in some weird way. Removing the lid, he saw the two little creatures at the bottom of the tank. He decided to scoop his hand to grab on, it wasn’t the darker one so it must’ve been Lily. And Wes was right, she wasn’t friendly, because as soon as Elijah picked her up from the glass contained, she completely jumped from his hand and onto the floor. A small gasp escaped his lips as she jumped around on the carpet. “I swear to god if you jump on a wet painting and die, I’m going to kill you before the paint does.” Elijah put the top back of the container so the other wouldn’t get loose, before getting down on the carpet and trying to track down the fucking frog before Wes realized how awful of a human being he was.
Wesley hadn't realized how pathetic of a state he was in until he walked into the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror, because he was covered in paint. Like, from head-to-toe-- he literally had a spot of blue in his hair, which actually looked kind of cool, but it definitely couldn't stay there forever. So he stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over him and rinse all of the paint away. He hoped that Elijah wasn't looking at any of the paintings out in his room, because he didn't want the boy to see any of the ideas that he had in mind for his gift. He wanted it to be a surprise, so it would be more special. After a few minutes of thinking about life and getting distracted by all of the colors mixing together as they went down the drain, Wesley decided that he was clean enough and didn't want to keep Eli waiting too long, so he shut off the water and hopped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he shook some of the water out of his hair and stepped back into his bedroom and saw Elijah crawling around on the floor, and he couldn't have been more confused. "What are you doing?" He asked, concern in his voice, because it looked as though he had lost something. Thinking even deeper, he looked over at the terrarium by his bed and his eyes widened when he only saw one of his little green pets. "Eli, where's Lily?" Wes questioned, this time rushing over to where the boy was on the floor. "Please tell me you didn't lose my fucking frog, Elijah." He pleaded, turning so he was looking into the boy's eyes, genuinely scared that Lily was gone and he'd never see her again.











