Rebel with a cause (Roxie)
Apr 15, 2009 20:39:29 GMT -5
Post by Elijah Emerson on Apr 15, 2009 20:39:29 GMT -5
Truth be told, Elijah was exhausted. He’d driven for ten straight hours and hadn’t slept much the night before just because of the excitement he felt. And then he’d ended up eating so much food that eventually for the first time he felt like he’d explode. He’d eaten so much because compared to the food at GPA his Mom’s cooking was like ambrosia. He’d missed it so much, so he’d eaten it quickly and taken extra when no one else wanted it. Leftovers schmeftovers. Luckily the feeling had passed and now all he felt was tired, but he couldn’t fall asleep. He was thinking about Roxanne being immersed into his family. Clara was never one to be nice towards strangers, usually she was reserved and cautious; she hid in Elijah’s neck or behind their mom. But she’d willingly reached for Roxanne which had made him feel so ecstatic in that moment, though he’d done a good job of hiding it. And then Tristan wasn’t usually the nervous one, but she’d been nervous, which he figured was because there was another female walking around the house. An older young female, who she’d ended up bonding with because of makeup. Go figure the one thing he hated most about Roxanne’s daily routine. He’d have to talk to his mom about that whole thing, and maybe hide Tristan’s makeup stash.
And Roxanne had seemed comfortable, the nervousness was inevitable. But he’d never really been comfortable with bringing his girlfriends around his family…especially Clara, she was the most precious to him, her innocence was pure. And he highly doubted Roxanne Ellison…ex-virgin virgin Mary clone would ruin his sister’s innocence. If anything she’d make it worse. Or better, he wouldn’t mind his sister being a nun. Either of them. He could already see himself and Terry scaring the shit out of potential guys in their future. He smirked at the thought. But the main reason he couldn’t sleep was because of the absence of his girlfriend lying beside him or in his arms. It wasn’t too foreign, but he’d gotten used to sleeping beside her, or at least being there when she fell asleep and leaving only after that. And now he wanted to be near her, with her. In that moment he decided rules were for good kids. Besides, his mom wouldn’t have placed her in the guest room situated close to his if she really expected him to follow the rules. I mean come on. So he snuck out, closing the door quietly behind him, tiptoeing across the hall and sliding into her room before closing the door. Lifting the blanket, he was disappointed to find her clothed as he slipped in and pressed his lips to her cheek.
And Roxanne had seemed comfortable, the nervousness was inevitable. But he’d never really been comfortable with bringing his girlfriends around his family…especially Clara, she was the most precious to him, her innocence was pure. And he highly doubted Roxanne Ellison…ex-virgin virgin Mary clone would ruin his sister’s innocence. If anything she’d make it worse. Or better, he wouldn’t mind his sister being a nun. Either of them. He could already see himself and Terry scaring the shit out of potential guys in their future. He smirked at the thought. But the main reason he couldn’t sleep was because of the absence of his girlfriend lying beside him or in his arms. It wasn’t too foreign, but he’d gotten used to sleeping beside her, or at least being there when she fell asleep and leaving only after that. And now he wanted to be near her, with her. In that moment he decided rules were for good kids. Besides, his mom wouldn’t have placed her in the guest room situated close to his if she really expected him to follow the rules. I mean come on. So he snuck out, closing the door quietly behind him, tiptoeing across the hall and sliding into her room before closing the door. Lifting the blanket, he was disappointed to find her clothed as he slipped in and pressed his lips to her cheek.