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[color=7fff00]The Lovelace estate[/color] → [color=7fff00]Walking to Main Street[/color]
[color=darkcyan]Main Street[/color] → [color=darkcyan]FiFi's Apartment[/color]
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Each Other → Eliana with FiFi [@Silent Observer]
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Alex [@reiko]
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[indent]How long had he been writing? Erik Lovelace spent the past couple of days bed ridden, along with his mother, who both had this sickness, that nearly everyone seemed to be getting. She had it far worse than him - she could hardly move. Her body physically ached to the point where he had to help her to the bathroom even though the moment she stood up she felt incredibly nauseated and wanted to pass out. Today, he was itching to go out, to do something, anything really. He had woken up around 5 AM feeling better than ever and since then, he had prepared for his day in less than five minutes, sat himself down at his desk, and wrote... 

Mostly jotting down the weird images in his head and wondering if he could incorporate his subconscious thoughts into his current fictional project. As far as the community knew of Erik's writing capabilities, his work on the Verona Herald is some of the more humane, empathetic entries the paper had to offer. If anything, he lets the people of his community drive his stories, not the other way around. There weren't many individuals who had the satisfaction of reading his poetry, hearing his songs, and getting their hands on the fantasy stories he's written since he was a child. That was far too personal to expose to others. Only a handful of people were his exceptions but that didn't change the fact that it all started begrudgingly. If there was one thing he wasn't fond of doing, it was giving people a deeper glimpse of what resided inside of him. 

Some things were better left unsaid or perhaps, said without the use of words? 

While he stared down at one of the many notebooks he had, the rest were in large piles in his office (yes, he had an office to himself), the thought of checking up on his mother came to mind. Had he even eaten yet? No, no he didn't. After placing his notebook on his desk, Erik stood up and stretched his arms, letting a wide yawn escape his lips. Without further ado, he became the true concerning son that he was and went to check on his poor, sick mother, who was probably still knocked out from all the meds. 

Strolling down the hall, he reached the master bedroom and gently knocked on her door with his knuckles, "[color=7fff00]Darling mother of mine, you hungry? I can--[/color]" That's when he registered the freshly brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and most definitely some of the fluffiest chocolate chip pancakes made on Earth. Pushing her door open, her bed was vacant and looked like it hadn't been slept on for days, but really, Eliana was just impressive when it came to taking out wrinkles and creases. Turning on his heel, he sped walked to the railing and poked his head over it to stare down toward the living room, "[color=7fff00]Ma? MA. MOM. MOTHER.[/color]" 

No answer.   

Huffing to himself, Erik quickly went to his bedroom and grabbed his black jean jacket, his white scarf, and black gloves. Before exiting his room, he made sure his jacket had all his necessities pocketed in it like his phone, voice recorder, note pad, pen, Ipod, cigarettes, house keys, and other various items that he deemed necessary. Grabbing his wallet off his night stand, the tall boy gently shoved it in his pant's pocket before FINALLY going downstairs to the kitchen. 

No mother. Just food she left for him and a... ah-ha! On the fridge, she wrote in magnet alphabet letters: [i][color=darkcyan]Call me[/color][/i].

Alright. Planting his bottom on his go-to dining room seat, he reached in his jacket, took out his phone, and sped dialed his mother's number. Once he was done putting his call on speaker, he placed it on the table and poured himself bitter, hot, and strong coffee. No add ins. Completely black, how he needed it. When he presumed she answered the phone, he didn't give her a chance to say: hello? Instead, Erik scolded, "[color=7fff00]What are you doing? You're sick. If I left the house yesterday, you'd slap me silly.[/color]" 

"[color=darkcyan]Oh hush. I've been helping out on Main Street and I'm not THAT sick. Not anymore.[/color]" He could feel his mother roll her eyes on the other side.

"[color=7fff00]Is there an event going on?[/color]" He raised an eyebrow, bringing his cup of Joe to his lips and taking a desired sip.

"[color=darkcyan]Oh shocker. My boy hasn't been keeping up with the times. Long story short, glass of all the shops shattered everywhere and I've been helping out wherever I can.[/color]" He could hear the brisk wind coming from his mother's side and even light chatter.

"[color=7fff00]... Is it serious? Did anyone get hurt?[/color]" 

"[color=darkcyan]Not that we know of. But that's not why I wanted you to call. I wanted to tell you before I forget. Tomorrow, come to my office during your free period.[/color]" 
 
"[color=7fff00]Why? What did I do? What are you making me do?[/color]" With his mouth full of breakfast, he narrowed his eyes. His mother was up to no good. Signing him up to something he probably didn't agree to do at all. 

"[color=darkcyan]Erik, do you not remember what we talked about last week?[/color]" She clicked her tongue.

"[color=7fff00]Yes, no, am I suppose to?[/color]" He wiped the grease on his fingers from the bacon on a napkin. If anything, he probably was only half listening to her when she proposed whatever to him. 

"[color=darkcyan]Alex. You're becoming her tutor and you two need to set up a bi-weekly schedule.[/color]" 

"[color=7fff00]Wait what?![/color]" Since when?! Why couldn't it be Liz suffering academically?! Zoning out for a moment as his mother's voice became background noise, Erik went quiet. Unresponsive.  

[indent][color=lightgray][i]Damp, long brown hair was massaged dry by a large, cotton towel. Even under the dim lighting, this petite woman's mane looked well taken care of. Light tan skinned hands, smooth and soft, holding the towel up on her head as she walked around in her room with deep thought in her gaze. She was alone and there was no need to put on a face. No one was watching, right? Her jade orbs were encircled by exhaustion and she was adorned with some of the most... appealing lace undergarments...[/i][/color][/indent]
Why was he thinking this? Everything was intimately close, like watching a movie with close ups after close ups. He couldn't make out who he was thinking of but he didn't want to shut his mind off. He couldn't. 
 
[indent][color=lightgray][i]Her face was not caked with make up yet, her expression, serene and contemplative, he felt close and personal with the stranger as his perspective ran up her body curiously... her head turned toward the mirror and the dainty girl took a moment to herself to just stare. Straight at him. She gave a weak smile that caused an ache to go straight to his chest.[/i][/color][/indent]
Shit. Abort. Abort. Why was he thinking about her right now!? That felt way too real. He even had goosebumps. 

He needed to leave. 

"[color=7fff00]Ma, I got to go. I'll see you eventually, I'm sure.[/color]" 

"[color=darkcyan]Alright, don't get into too much trouble, you hear?[/color]" 

"[color=7fff00]Yeah, yeah, yeah. You too. Love you.[/color]" Erik hung up the phone, shot up from his seat, and swiftly cleaned up his mess before he marched out the door to do [i]something[/i]. 

"[color=darkcyan]I-[/color]" The phone went dead. "[color=darkcyan]Love you too.[/color]" Eliana sighed as she shook her head at the thought of her son being in a rush to do whatever, as usual. Once Erik hung up, she received a couple of messages from her good friend, FiFi. Both of them could use a friend date. It's been a couple of days since they could do something other than lay in bed and hope to some higher power they would get better. A friend date sounded nice. Though, what Fifi may have in store for the 40 year old woman, she did not know. Eliana had bundled herself up well enough so she wouldn't get sick again. 

It was strange that both her and her son grew ill near the same time... but she supposed the flu was spreading faster this season than previous ones. 

[quote=I suppose I can't refuse sunshine to a flower who hasn't been out for days. I'll be there soon.]To: [color=c0e03e]Ffiona Lewis[/color][/quote]
How did Eliana make a best friend out of a 25 year old? One of the many mysteries that surrounded her. She also drew most people from the ages 15 to 25 because they respected her and liked that she listened. If there was one thing Eliana would never do, it was refuse someone, especially a child, teen, or young adult, that sought for her help. 

While Eliana left Main Street to pick up her friend (and yes, walk, walking was nice in a small town), Erik was making his way to the very place she was leaving (it would take some time since he was coming from Riveredge). He hadn't texted anyone because he was sure he'd find people he knew eventually. This town wasn't THAT big. Plus, he took this moment, while he walked in silence, to smoke. He was itching for it ever since his mom dropped the bomb of his tutoring fate on him. Sure, she didn't know about his and Alex's history, but it was still going to be awkward as shit. 

Putting her phone against her ear, Eliana stood outside of FiFi's domain, waiting for the wilting flower to pick up. When she did so, the guidance counselor smiled, "[color=darkcyan]What's on today's agenda?[/color]"

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