a mountain that has been moved

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

clare watched eli’s movements carefully.  she wondered if she knew whoever those clothes belonged to.  for some strange reason that was the one thought she was fixated on.  shaking her head clear of those thoughts she tried to bring her mind back to the original reason she’d come over.  “darcy…was supposed to be in town.  she called me and told me she had a lay over in toronto before heading out on some new journey with the group to india and she never showed.” clare shrugged her shoulders, leaning against the couch and sighing.  “i guess her flight changed.  but part of me feels like she never even planned on showing up at all.” she replied honestly, her voice low as she looked down at the ground.  she’d always had a difficult relationship with her older sister, but the past years had been worse given everything she’d been going through both personally and with family.  but darcy just could never find the time for her.  

"you really think she'd stoop that low?" eli questioned, his brows furrowing at the thought. he'd known clare for quite a while now, and darcy always seemed to be absent from the edwards household. sitting on the edge of the couch, he tried to read clare, but he knew something else was bothering her. first drew screwed her over, then darcy, and now seemingly- he had too. when the shower stopped in the background, eli peeked over his shoulder a bit sheepishly. "can I make you coffee, maybe tea?" he asked a bit hesitantly, getting up from his place. he truly cared about clare, but now he worried he was the one hurting her again.

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

clare’s eyes were fixated on the pile of clothes.  was someone else here?  was another girl here?  she knew they’d both stopped seeing each other.  and that they’d moved on ( she had dated drew, despite how bad that had gone ).  but she never really figured eli would be dating someone seriously enough to have their stuff all over.  but her mind was racing.  “crying?” she blinked, looking back over toward eli.  “stuff with darcy.” she spoke softly.  the original reason she’d come over ( to vent and figure out her emotions ) forgotten as she turned back to the clothes.  “i can come back another time if you have company.” she pointed to the clothes before looking back toward her ex.  

eli scratched the back of his neck before heading towards the pile of clothes that clare seemed fixated on. scooping them up into his arms, eli tossed them into a nearby basket. "it's not like that, clare." he began, though his words sounded unsure. who knew what him and tori were. friends? friends with emotional benefits? shaking his head, he wanted clare to stick around. "I'm not going to push you out. I want to know what's going on. what happened with darcy?" his words were soft and laced with worry, but in the back of his mind he wondered if tori would make an appearance for the conversation.

[writeoneli]

englishedwards:

clare had been looking forward to seeing darcy for a while.  she’d even put a reminder in her calendar and everything.  but, as luck would have it, darcy would ( yet again ) be a no show.  and clare would be left crying at the door of her apartment just listening to the voicemail her sister left “sorry clarebear! flight changed and i no longer have a layover in toronto on my way to india.  maybe next time?  love you!” and clare did not believe a word of it.  she just knew she wouldn’t ever see her sister face to face again.  and that was what drove her to head to eli’s.  because, despite their problems, she knew that eli would be able to listen to her problems and help her.  plus, she felt like he understood a lot about her family from being a witness to a good portion of things that happened.  but instead of waiting for an answer at his door, she let herself in with her spare key, and walked in calling for him. “eli!  where are you?  i need to…” she caught herself from speaking more when she noticed a pile of stuff that was most definitely not eli’s.  “do you have some company?”

eli had given clare a spare key in the midst of giving one to all of his friends, giving them a place to go if they ever needed it. he happened to be hunched over the kitchen table with a bowl of leftovers cece had swung by with earlier that night when clare barged in. "clare-" he started, reaching for his drink. before he could greet her, she was already questioning tori's pile of dirty clothes on the floor. the other woman had been in the shower. eli didn't realize just how strange this situation was, but he hoped clare would understand. "you look like you've been crying." eli mentioned, approaching clare with a look of concern.

[writeoneli]

torisantamaria:

tori had just gotten off the phone with natalie, and her mind was spinning.  imogen was what, she had asked.  her ex was in a coma?  that was crazy.  tori had no idea what to do with herself.  she left set of her movie, claiming that something had happened in her family ( which wasn’t too far from the truth ) and she went straight to a place she knew would be safe for her, and where she could talk about imogen.  she went to eli’s place, letting herself in with the key she had.  she hadn’t actually been to his new apartment more than once, but she figured he wouldn’t mind if she let herself in. especially at a time like this.  “eli?” she called out into the open room. “have you seen your phone?” she asked, glancing down at hers, it felt like it was still burning with natalie’s phone call.  “did imogen’s mom call you?”

eli had been huddled up by his laptop in the corner of his room for what seemed like ages. he had the window cracked, allowing the drizzle to hit his hand every once in a while as he typed. when he heard his door swing open, he assumed it was cece, who came in regularly and made herself at home. when he heard tori's voice instead, he immediately stopped typing and stood up. heading out into the living room, he saw a very distressed tori. "uh, no. I've been working all day. does she need something?" pulling his phone from his pocket, eli's face fell instantly. he knew tori and imogen shared something special at one point, the same way him and tori were before he left new york. looking to tori, eli remained speechless.

[writeoneli]

7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.

eli had been contemplating coming to adam for a while about this, but he could no longer wait on it. eli had some strong feelings about clare that he needed to express. bursting through adam's door with his emergency key, eli threw his hands up in panic. "I just don't get it, adam. how could she do this to me? to us?" without even mentioning her name, eli knew that adam knew just who he was talking about. "she destroyed our future, over what? a leaked file? one that I didn't even send?" sitting down on adam's couch, eli looked up with pain stricken eyes. "I can't get past this, adam. I can't."

[writeoneli]

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

adam: i csnst stop throwiging upeli: fuck, I hope for the sake of anyone you’re with, you found a toilet.eli: do you need me to come get you? I can go into full on dad mode, if that’s what you need from me right now.

[writeoneli]

7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic. (clare)

eli knew his parents were open minded individuals, but when he walked in on his mother kissing another man, his stomach formed into immediate knots. his first instinct, for whatever reason, was to call clare. when she picked up the phone, eli immediately began sobbing. he’d felt a distance between his parents lately, but this was a little too much for him to accept. “everything’s gone to shit, clare.” he managed to exhale, his words barely coherent. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called.”

[writeoneli]

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

becky: help me think of a name for my new dogeli: asking me for help? I see you’ve hit the bottom of your list. you’re asking the wrong guy. I named my hearse morty, and my pet tarantula vampira. good luck.

[memesandthings]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

[memesandthings]

SEND A NUMBER FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE FOLLOWING:

1 ⊱ my muse makes/buys breakfast for yours.

2 ⊱ my muse drunkenly flirts with yours.

3 ⊱ my muse accidentally spills a drink on yours.

4 ⊱ my muse has to share a taxi with yours.

5 ⊱ my muse tells yours an embarrassing story.

6 ⊱ my muse greets yours after two years apart.

7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.

8 ⊱ my muse angrily shouts at yours.

9 ⊱ my muse attempts to get your muse’s attention.

10 ⊱ my muse is crying and is caught by yours.

11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.

12 ⊱ my muse doesn’t remember who your muse is.

13 ⊱ my muse asks your muse for a favor.

14 ⊱  my muse wakes up beside yours.

15 ⊱ my muse suddenly feels sick while hanging out with yours.

16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse.

17 ⊱ my muse dances with yours.

18 ⊱ my muse tries on your muse’s clothing.

19 ⊱ my muse surprises your muse.

20 ⊱ my muse takes care of your inebriated muse.

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

okay, we had our close moments. but she’s pretty hard to handle sometimes. was. she was pretty hard to handle. that is very true. your parents aren’t the typical parents. he sent flowers for the funeral, but that was the extent of it. and darcy never came home for the services. 

darcy didn't show? it was bad enough that she was nowhere to be found for your parent's divorce or when you were sick. I don't understand her thought process. I'm sorry, I really am.

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

men are idiots. i’m glad that some of you know that, though. you… yeah, it’s been difficult. i’ve been working through it as best i can. it’s been really hard. i wasn’t really close with my mom, but still. i can’t believe it happened. 

you weren't? could have fooled me. I mean, I know you never had the type of relationship I had with my parents. but then again, cece and bullfrog are unique individuals. I'm sure you're going to feel that way for a long time. have you spoken to your dad at all?

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

it’s fine. it was kind of just the straw that broke the camels back, to use a total cliche. overthinking things? me? i would never! i do however notice that each guy i’ve been with has cheated on me. so that’s definitely a pattern. if i were into psychology, i would probably draw that back to the fact that my father cheated on my mom for god knows how long. it always stands. even if i’m mad or anything, i still care about you. i always will. 

anyone who cheats obviously has something deeper going on, but men are idiots by nature, so we handle things in the worst way possible. I'm trying to figure out how to approach this delicately, but I heard about what happened with helen. I'm so sorry, clare. adam told me, but I wasn't completely sure you wanted to hear from me.

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

a whole lot of reasons. distance, timing, cheating. but i guess we just knew we weren’t a good fit, in the end. thanks, eli. really, that means a lot. and you know that goes both ways, right? i’m always gonna be there for you too.

cheating? clare, that's awful. I know you must be overthinking this entire situation, it's in your nature. you didn't deserve that by any means. I wasn't aware that offer still stood, but it's nice to hear. thank you.

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

they’re not all terrible. plus they have almost 100 times less blood than the horror movies you’ve made me watch over the years. i don’t think he was the guy for me. but he’s still a good guy. mostly. well thank you. i don’t have as much confidence in me as you do, though.

I take offense. why'd you end things anyway? did it just sort of fizzle out? I'm always here for you, you know that.

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

they are not all so bad. some people might even say that they’re way better than your gross horror movies. i…i needed some space. from everything. it’s been a rough time lately. 

gross is what I'd call the sappy movies you made me watch that were supposedly based off of classic literature. if drew was the guy for you, I'm sorry things didn't pan out. as for anything else bothering you, I have a feeling clare edwards will power through it.

[writeoneli]

englishedwards

okay. i just don’t see how anyone else would get into my files. but i do get that you wouldn’t do that. i ran into the arms of drew? are we in some romantic comedy or something? it didn’t happen like that. at all. besides, if you must know, that’s over. 

I don't know, are we? because this feels just as bad as sitting through one of those. well, I'm sorry, I didn't know. it's not like you keep in touch. you've avoided me like the plague.