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[sub]([@lovely complex] [@Universorum])[/sub]
[img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YUCd0JHfd6Q/UQgdaImIusI/AAAAAAAACpE/elU3EYWX9JY/s1600/arrow+divider.png[/img][/center][indent]The first thing Davy did when he opened his eyes, naturally (he [i]was[/i] a teenager after all), was check his phone. He stared at the text he’d been sent by Jareth. He blinked a few times before his expression soured. Oh, sure, that was [i]so helpful[/i] Jareth. Prick. David went to reply to the text message with another picture, but suddenly realized he wasn’t able to do so: Ely was still asleep on him.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place (in this case, the hard place was Elysia), David had no choice. He reached out with his fingertips and pulled the television remote closer to him. He flicked on the TV and turned it down to the point that it was almost inaudible, and flicked through the channels, landing eventually on Boomerang.

Nice, a Courage the Cowardly Dog Show, starring Courage the Cowardly Dog marathon. This would do until Ely woke up...

A dreamless night and not once did Ely wake or stir in her sleep. There was a faint sound of a cartoon show in the background as her mind peacefully rested. Nestling her head closer to this soft body pillow, the young blonde allowed herself to gradually wake from her sweet, if only it could last forever, slumber. Her head did beat like a boombox due to the amount of alcohol she drank in the course of three consecutive days (and she unbeknownst did not get the memo from any of her friends about Jackson on her phone) , but she’s felt worse. She was just happy that she actually felt rested for once, even with a hangover. Her left hand clutched onto a shirt tightly. When she opened her her eyes, revealing her gorgeous green, she had just remembered who she fell asleep on. Glancing up at David Powers, head skater of Beverly Hills High, Ely silently watched him stare at whatever was on the TV screen. He was warm and comfy… “[color=8882be]Mm. Morning, Airhead.[/color]” 

Finally. After several hours of laying there, after missing the most important meal of the day (half of it anyway), the girl was [i]awake[/i]. Davy hadn’t wanted to move, worrying that if he shifted too hard, he might rouse her from her slumber--which seemed to be comfortable. [color=228b22]“Finally, you’re up. Let’s go, it’s almost time for second breakfast and you already made me miss first breakfast.”[/color] David paused for a minute, looking down at her as he thought about how to word his next question. [color=228b22]“...uh, did you sleep, y’know, good? Was I, uh, uhm… comfy?”[/color] 

“[color=8882be]You’re better than a wooden bench, that’s for sure.[/color]” Ely admitted, before turning her head to stare at the TV (obviously not budging for food nor having the will to get up this very moment). “[color=8882be]Why do you need two breakfasts? That sounds a bit... much.[/color]” Her green orbs watched the screen as Courage tried to tell Miriam there was a monster around. Ely may have had a good night’s sleep but she was also far too lazy to do much this early in the morning. Absentmindedly tracing her finger in circles on his shirt-covered chest, the tired blonde yawned, “[color=8882be]It’s far too early to move.[/color]”

[color=228b22]“Ely I’m starvinggg. I’ve been up for years. You’ve just been sleeping on me. And stop touching me, it’s weird,”[/color] Davy commented, stealing a glance down at Ely’s fingers as they moved around on his stomach. He looked up at the TV, then back down at the girl in his arms as he groaned. [color=228b22]“I don’t wanna miss breakfast. You’re already taking my clothes. Don’t take my food tooooo. Speaking of which… since you’re, uh, sleeping on top of me and w-wearing my [i]f-f-favorite shirt[/i] … does that make us, y’know, like a couple ?”[/color]

God. This kid was so goddamn whiney. Her eye blinked dully at him. Why was he weirded out with her simply touching him? Oh yeah. His parents did say she was his ‘first’. Ely still couldn’t believe it but then again… he was a big ol’ baby. Pulling away from him in slight annoyance, not really wanting to creep him out more than she already did, the blonde shrugged, “[color=8882be]It’s whatever. Let’s go eat.[/color]” After standing up, she offered her hand to help him up, “[color=8882be]I doubt you want to date me anyways.[/color]” 

[color=228b22]“Why wouldn’t I? You’re, y’know… you’re cool. And my mom likes you so that’s a bonus. A big bonus. Like… a Christmas sized bonus.”[/color] David explained as he hopped to his feet, not taking the extended hand. [color=228b22]“...plus we like… slept together? Isn’t that how it works…?”[/color] More confused than ever, Davy shook his head and led her down the hallway to the stairway. [color=228b22]“I hope you’re hungry. There’s gonna be bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, scrambled eggs, chocolate chip pancakes, caramel chip waffles, orange juice, apple juice, and milk. I [i]think[/i] that’s it.”[/color]

Crossing her arms, becoming her distant and usual self, no longer the drunk girl the night before, Ely followed behind and muttered, “[color=8882be]Not during this day and age.[/color]” When they got to the stairs, she listened to him list the variety of food that they would eat. Her smile had faded and her mask was up, “[color=8882be]Sounds good.[/color]” She decided to not wait for any response and led the way upstairs, staying in complete silence until they reached the dining room table.

Davy liked her better when she was drunk. She talked more and was less… negative Nancy. Which was fun. This wasn’t fun. As they walked toward the dining room, Davy quietly plotted ways to shoo her off back to Jar, so he could get back to playing video games and skateboarding and… ducksitting. He took a seat down at the table, looking at his parents who looked at Davy, then at Ely, still moderately shocked that Davy had gotten a girl so close to him.

[color=00ff7f]“...so how did you guys sleep?”[/color] Ilyana asked, and Davy looked up at her, his mouth already full of bacon.

[color=228b22]“We were up all night long.”[/color]

[color=#7cfc00]“That’s my boy.”[/color] His father added with a bit of a smirk.

When Davy’s parents asked about how they slept, that striked a thought in Ely’s mind. Once she was in her newly claimed seat, she grabbed a glass of milk that was beside her plate. Before bringing it to her lips, she smiled, “[color=8882be]That reminds me. I still need to kick your kid’s ass in video games.[/color]” Taking a moment to sip the milk, her gaze trailed to Davy, who once again was stuffing his face like he did the night before. Placing the cup down, she teased (after letting a chuckle slip out), “[color=8882be]What was it that he said? ‘You’re poking a sleepin’ lion, Girl.[/color]’” Her voice mimicked his tone from last night and how passionate he became. Ely didn’t want to give his hella’ observant parents a reason to worry about her, so she’d play this happy charade for a little longer. Her words had revealed that even when drunk, she could recall things better than most inhibited individuals. 

[color=228b22]“We’ll have to do that another day, since I”m sure you have plenty of other stuff to do today. Including, but not limited to, go home.”[/color] Davy explained with a mouthful of potatoes, not looking away from the food that was on his place. [color=228b22]“Or like visit one of your other friends, of whom I’m sure you have a bunch of.”[/color] Davy slurped down some milk and looked at his parents. [color=228b22]“She can eat breakfast then be off, I think?”[/color]

Ilyana clicked her tongue, looking over at her son. [color=00ff7f]“Why do you want her to leave so badly?”[/color]

Ely’s eyes glazed over as she listened to his words. Okay. She got the memo. You can shut up now. Her gaze rested on her empty plate she had yet to put food on. Her breathing picked up and her hands went into fists, balling them up into a clench. His parents didn’t deserve to see this side of her. Why did she even take a liking to this kid? Everything about him was so annoying and he had it incredibly easy. ‘Go home’. That’s easier said than done. Her expression was completely detached from the current moment. Pushing her seat back, she uttered, “[color=8882be]I get it.[/color]” Once she stood up, trying to keep her breathing steady, she slowly dismissed herself, “[color=8882be]Thanks for having me.[/color]” Before leaving the room. 

It wasn’t Davy that was annoyed and stood up to stop Ely as she disappeared; it was his mother. Ilyana again clicked her tongue and stood up from her seat, following after Ely after sending her son an annoyed--but not overly angry look. Once close enough, she lightly put her hand back on Ely’s shoulder. [color=00ff7f]“Ely, Davy is his own man and I can’t speak for him--but I’d like you to stay as my guest. I don’t have a fancy batcave, but I do have Oreo cookies we can eat. The least you can do is finish eating breakfast with us--we’ll look like bad hosts if you don’t! If you’re feeling like it afterward, we can hang out. Davy has to take Sprinkles to the lake anyway.”[/color]

“[color=8882be]You gotta’ be shitting me.[/color]” Ely said under her breath. Davy would go to the one place she’d love to run off to. The urge for her to make her knuckles bleed was strong but… why did his mom care so much? She hardly knew anything about her and yet she still wanted her to stay? How the hell do you react to that? In normal circumstances, Ely would have already exploded. What was holding her back? Grumbling to herself, she turned to face the older figure and took an instant to gather her thoughts, “[color=8882be]Davy has better judgement of character, I’m really not that great.[/color]” Her emotions conflicted  with one another. If she stayed, she had free food but had to deal with the idiot and these sickeningly nice parents, if she left she could grab a snack at the store, skate around, and smoke. One sounded more pleasing than the other but she still hesitated until she finally bursted out, “[color=8882be]Why the lake!? The one place I go to for me time.[/color]” She was obviously bothered with the knowledge that Davy takes his duck out to her special place. 

[color=00ff7f]“Well, dear, because he has a pet duck and they don’t really have duck parks. Sorry. Now, come finish breakfast. You don’t want to go out without an empty stomach [i]anyway[/i]. Breakfast is important, if David hurt your feelings, I’ll send him to his room.”[/color] Ilyana smiled down at the girl and put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. [color=00ff7f]“It’s okay to be angry, and it’s okay to be confused. But you need to relax sometimes, and now is the perfect time to do that. I’m sorry he was rude, he just isn’t used to… well, [i]people[/i]. It’s not his fault, he’s had a rough time. Just take a deep breath, sit back down… and enjoy food and then we’ll see what we can figure out to do. Maybe we’ll do.. makeovers, or something.”[/color]

“[color=8882be]I- Uh.[/color]” Makeovers? What? That was far too girly for Ely to handle. Poppy covering her bruise was one thing but doing ‘makeovers’ as a form of quality time. That sounded horrible. Huffing out her steam, Ely growled, “[color=8882be]Fine. But don’t get upset if I punch him in the face.[/color]” Walking back toward the kitchen, she looked at Mrs. Powers, observing her presence, “[color=8882be]I don’t eat breakfast. Ever. But for you, I can.[/color]” Pulling out her seat obnoxiously loud, the frustrated and defeated blonde plopped her ass right back on the seat and started piling her plate with food, not once looking at Davy.

It wasn’t like Davy looked up at Ely as she walked back to the table, he was too engrossed in the pile of food sitting in front of him. Ilyana however, smiled at Ely as she took her own seat, slicing into a pancake and taking a bite. Ultimately, Davy’s father was the one who finally spoke. [color=7cfc00]“...so, uh, really though. How’d you guys sleep? Ely, I”m asking, mostly. Since she was smashed last night.”[/color] Malcolm had no shame.

Finishing chewing her piece of sausage, Ely cleared her throat, “[color=8882be]Peachy. Your son let me sleep in.[/color]” she carved into her own pancakes and stabbed the piece rather forcibly, “[color=8882be]Don’t worry. He’s still a virgin.[/color]”

[color=7cfc00]“Probably always will be. But hey, there are bigger disappointments in life.”[/color]

[color=228b22]“DAD.”[/color]

Malcolm shrugged his shoulder, looking over at Ely. [color=7cfc00]“What? I mean, she was drunk, but she wasn’t [i]that[/i] drunk, and I don’t think you’d even know what to do really.”[/color]

[color=00ff7f]“Malcolm, be nice. They’re just teenagers…”[/color]

“[color=8882be]Practice makes permanent.[/color]” Ely chuckled before putting more pancake pieces in her mouth. 

[color=00ff7f]“After breakfast, David and Malcolm, you need to busy yourselves elsewhere.”[/color] Ilyana explained as she bit down on a waffle, slathered in butter. Davy looked at her like she’d just hit him with a shovel.

[color=228b22]“...but why? I wanted to watch cartoons and play video games…”[/color] He complained in a whiny tone as he bit down on bacon.

[color=00ff7f]“Because it’s my house and I said so.”[/color] Ilyana replied smoothly, smiling warmly. Davy opened his mouth to speak again, but his father put a hand on his shoulder before their son could get a word out.

[color=7cfc00]“Happy wife, happy life, son. Just let this one go.”[/color]

[color=228b22]“FIne…”[/color]

The sudden turn of  events actually made Ely happy. Davy getting forced out while she got to spend time with his mom? Huh. She couldn’t help but grin to herself while she continued to eat in silence. Maybe she could get use to this. 
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