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Right--yeah. Your shoelace is untied.

I guess, you’re the one who mumbled, aren’t you?

#;tristan #totally man

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You talking to me?

What?

#;tristan #I was summoned

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Elijah continued to smile lightly as if un-phased by this conversation. The look in her eyes made it clear that she was onto him, but he didn't break under pressure. He continued to make it seem like he was perfectly fine--he was good at that. Next thing he knew, she was clinging to him in a hug. "It would be so much easier to just act like this never happened." He said to her as he wrapped his arms around her

Harley squinted at him suspiciously, the sudden change of mood not throwing her off for a single second. Her look became unimpressed at his attempt, but a grudging smile lifted the corners of her mouth in appreciation. Gently prodding his chest, she mumbled, “I’m not letting this go.” Then, before she could consider her actions, she stepped closer to him and hugged him, resting her head on his chest. “I’m sorry.”

#;harley #of course you do lemongrab

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With each passing moment, Elijah felt himself grow more and more unfamiliar with the situation at hand, so he lifted his eyes from the ground to fix them on Harley as she tilted his chin up. He knew at this point that his 'best' interest was clearly not the best option. "You do? Well at least one of us does, right." His tone was sincere, and open. It wasn't hard for him to change the mood, he was good at that, but he was finding it difficult to act like he was okay. But Elijah was willing to put on a show for Harley if it was for her piece of mind.

"Let's go eat." Elijah smiled lightly, hoping to cheer her up.

Harley’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, her mouth now becoming set in a frown. She didn’t understand. It didn’t compute—the idea of him using her as a crutch. Ryder stood on his own. That’s how it’s been and that’s how it always would be. Well, at least that’s what she thought. Harley hugged her sides, looking down and nodding, a pathetic excuse of a smile on her face. “No, yeah, I get it.”

"But you aren’t using me as a crutch. I know you. You have never once used me." Looking up at him, she gave a light smile. Then, tired of having him refuse to look at her, she tilted his chin up with her finger. "Now please have dinner with me." The words came out softly, more of a plea than anything. She wanted things to go back to normal here and now. She couldn’t leave this like how it was—because if she did then she’d leave it broken.

#;harley #I am a kind person #you are the rude one #lemongrab

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Ryder could feel her brown gaze burning his skin, but continued to refuse to look up. Guilt and regret continued to make his stomach do back flips to the point where it physically hurt him. Maybe he was imagining the pain to numb himself, or maybe it was real. Elijah could no longer differentiate the two.

"I'm... not leaving leaving--I'll be around." He was finding it difficult to speak after hearing the pain in her voice. He wanted to leave the state, honestly, but he knew he was being selfish enough, and that he couldn't do that to Harley. "I just need to... learn how to stop using you as some kind of... crutch." Elijah cleared his throat. "I'm sorry."

A dumbstruck stare seemed to be the only response that she could offer. His continual avoidance of eye contact told a lot. Never once had he kept his bright blues away from her—and yet that seemed to be the goal of whatever new game he was playing at. Blinking belatedly, she felt her nails bite into her palms. It was the only thing keeping the burning away from her eyes.

"Are you serious?" Harley whispered. "Elijah Ryder, are you really going right now?" There was no reason for her to even hide the hurt and disbelief. 

#;harley #I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS

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#;visage #damn tho

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His bright blue eyes continued to stare holes into the ground below them. Things only began to feel even more uncomfortable for Elijah, especially when she addressed him by his first name, and not last. "I'm not doing anything, I just need to go. I'll see you later." He repeated himself, his voice quiet.

Harley looked at him once. Once. Then he never met her eyes again. She stared at him, gently tugging on his sleeve with the look of a kicked puppy. “Seriously, Elijah?” No, there was no Ryder this time. “You’re going to do this?" Whatever this entailed, she wasn’t exactly sure. But he had only been here for a couple of hours and she was already fucking things up. How it happened so quickly, she wasn’t sure. But it wasn’t like she was surprised—after all, if she even looked at something it seemed to crumple to pieces.

#;harley #I'M THE RUDE ONE #HA

[rydislupus]

It’s my party, and I’ll cry to the end.

#;phonic

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Elijah looked at her for only a moment longer before avoiding we contact all together. He desperately wanted to escape, no matter how guilty he felt because of it. "No, it's fine. I'll see you later, I guess." He spoke in a tone that completely lacked his original confidence.

Now it was Harley’s turn to frown. Sighing a bit, she nodded, glancing away as well. “I could always make you something. Having me cook is probably cheaper than McDonalds.” She muttered, wiping her hands on her pants absentmindedly. 

#;harley #I'm not a good decision maker

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Elijah choked up just a bit, growing uncomfortable with the presence of someone he was normally very comfortable with. He was embarrassed, very embarrassed. He felt as if he could not smile, like his lips were stuck like dried cement. Elijah cleared his throat, and looked off to the side. "I haven't eaten yet--I, I should go do that."

"Yeah. Okay."

"Hey." She said with a gentle nudge, a smile tugging at her lips. "Don’t apologize for being honest with me—and I hate it when you frown." Harley gently prodded his cheek, her eyes softening slightly. It was hard for her to see him frown like that, especially since she felt she had seen more frowns on his face than smiles. This wasn’t the proper way to welcome her best friend to Beacon Hills.

“Then don’t.”

#;harley #they were having such a nice conversation

[rydislupus]

You're right--I shouldn't. I'm sorry.

I can't go home. I can't.

—You shouldn’t. Uh—um, thanks.

They haven’t yet, have they? You’ve been fine since I left?

#;harley #nah I don't really feel like it.

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Who would've thought, right? But then again my confidence is based on selfishness--and it's hard to be selfish when she's the one person I care about the most in this world.

They would not hesitate to kill me the second they found out what I am now.

You? Lacking confidence? I never would have thought.

You know your family loves you and would love to keep you home.

#;harley #what am I doing

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There are so many dents in my master plan--but what's worse is that I can't seem to find the confidence to go after what I want. Never thought I'd be there.

Yes, really. Like I said I have no place to be, or to go. Might as well stay where someone wants me to.

Can’t argue with you there. Aging prematurely was never part of my master plan.

—Really?

#;harley

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Gray's not a good look for either of us.

Well then I'll stay. 

So you don’t want me to join you? We could both have gray hair.

Of course I do…I mean I wouldn’t have asked you here if I was half-assed.

#;harley

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I worry about it enough, I don't need you joining me.

Do you really want me to stay that badly?

Is it really such a bad idea for me to worry about so much? Honestly.

We’re young. We have time.

#;harley

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Entertainment Weekly called you ‘the hottie of the high seas'… “What?! I don’t know - I’m sure the colour of my face is probably telling you what I think about that! I don’t know! I mean, what do you say? It’s not the type of thing that you say, ‘Oh, hey, that’s great’, because then you seem really conceited, I guess. It’s embarrassing, but it’s very flattering, very nice to be called ‘the hottie of the high seas’. Yeah, I like it. I’ll get some business cards printed up.”

#;visage

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As long as I am not fully responsible for it.

I fear that if I don't experience life now--I never will. 

I admit I may think about you often, but not often enough to have this many grays.

How about you don’t leave at all and stay here?

#;harley