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Drinking Games ||Eli
Eli listened to her as she gave some sort of speech, though he really didn’t know what she was getting at, especially when she disregarded the entire thing and leaned her head onto his shoulder. He sat there stiff. What was he supposed to do? She was drunk, rambling, and still crazy for him which frightened him, to be honest. What if she started to try something - kiss him, or undress him or do all the things he knew Imogen Moreno would try? She talked about ruining them, and yes - truly, she had ruined them. Eli had played somewhat of a part in it but when push came to shove - it was Imogen’s fault, really. Eli finally let out a long, sigh and shook his head. “Imogen you’ve got to stop. I’m married. I’ve got kids on the way. I’m not in love with you, Imogen. I’m in love with Clare. I’m never going to be in love with you. You should just put this crazy little fantasy of yours away in a box. You’re my friend, and I care about you. But I’m never going to love you the way I love Clare.” he told her honestly. He hated having to tell her this all the time but she never understood. She’d never get it. “Can’t you find someone else? I’m sure you can find a lucky guy or girl that would love you like you want me to love you.”
Imogen rolled her eyes, she let out a cruel cold laugh. “Find someone else?” her harsh laugh turned into more of a giggle, after all she was a drunken teen. ”Eli, no I could never, ever find- wait.” She paused looking to Eli in confusion. She giggled again. “A girl?” She gasped. Of course she knew he was correct, after all she had once felt feelings for Fiona before she had disappeared out of her life. Yet her mind, filled with the toxins of the alcohol she ingested earlier began to make her feel at ease with her feelings and memories. ”I’m no lesbo, Eli!” She giggled covering her mouth as she hiccuped. “Opps!” She smiled. “Sorry.” Imogen stood up letting out a sigh of contentment, she was, just as Eli must be, confused on her sudden mood change, yet it happened. ”What something to drink?” Imogen asked stepping on the chair in front of the oven. She dragged her hand up to the cabinet doors and grabbed two bottles. She quickly spun around to face Eli. “Wine or uh- wine?” She giggled at her choices. “Quickly Eli!” She demanded. “We can watch a movie too!” She popped off the the cork of one bottle and too a long deep drink. “Eliiiii.” She sang attempting to get his attention.
(Source: everythingimogenmoreno, via eli-goldsworthy49)
Drinking Games ||Eli
The pain radiated out in waves from the burn. She touched it lightly wincing in pain as Eli tossed around words that hurt Imogen, but she knew very well he was right. He knew excatly what he was talking about and she really could not deny it. “You know I don’t make friends easily… I just don’t make friends. ” she sighed trying to take a deep breath as she remebmbered how horrible achool had been for her in the past year. “Justly little old me!” She said laughing uncomfortable. “I dont want to do this to you, but Eli. You are all I’ve got. My friend. It’s just you. Sure my parents, but they dont give a damn shit about my life.”she paused and looked out the window for a long moment. She watched as the birds flew by, and small bugs that were coming out as the air warmed up. She took a deep breathe. “And I cant help but- just forget it.” She rested her head on Eli’s shoulder. “I ruined us. Again.” She wanted to let it all go and cry and wail. She wanted him to love her for just a moment. Show to her she was worth everything she had stayed alive for, but Eli said nothing.Imogen could feel herself stop breathing as if s ball hit her gut. “You wouldn’t have remembered?” She said turning toward him. She expected a tear to stream down her face but instead she found herself too stunned, in too much pain to let the clouds of her eyes explode and downpour the tears. ”You wouldn’t have remembered the hell we went through. together!?” She said raising her voice. ”That baby- that summer changed everything. It made me who I am Eli!” She looked away in pain. ”I want to change, but I can’t because I’m stuck in the past. I’m stuck with what I wanted to live but I can’t.” Imogen stood up in rage. “I can’t take any of it back. I can’t go back and wish Monica was okay and alive and here!” She looked down at her hand, the cigarette burning. ”And I will never be who I could have been because she’s with Clare. Goddammit Eli! Don’t you see it? You hated her with me!” Imogen began to reference the unborn child as if she was alive and Eli had stole her from herself. ”I did everything wrong! You did everything right! You stayed strong and loved Clare! So you got her back. You got what should have been our baby back with Clare because you love her, not me.” She began to grow red in the face. She felt nothing but anger. ”Goddamnit! Eli!” She too the but of her cigarette and shoved it onto her skin taking all the anger out on herself instead of Eli, just like she had taught herself, just what had wound her up in Greenwoods. She yelped and threw the cigarette on the ground.
She was practically having a breakdown right in front of him and he didn’t know how to react. He sat there blankly listening to her yell about nonsense. “Imogen…” he tried to interrupt but she only yelled louder. Were her parents home? Wouldn’t they hear the yelling? He sighed and sat back, listening to her scream and whine about how he had forgotten about their baby. How could she blame him? It was almost a year ago. A year ago things were so much harder and complicated. A year ago, Eli really didn’t care about anything. He was a recluse. He tossed away girls like they were nothing, and always scrambled back to Clare. 2011 Eli really could not be tamed. But what really got to him was what she had done with her cigarette. It hurt him. It hurt him because he had done that to himself countless times. There were scars all over his body from cigarette burns he had purposely put there. Had she picked that up from him? He wasn’t sure. “Imogen stop it!” he yelled as she threw away the cigarette. “Look, Imogen, listen to me!” he began to say, his voice serious as he spoke. “Even if we had had a baby together, it’s not like life would be any different. I still would have moved away with Clare, and you Imogen…you’d be stuck taking care of a baby alone.” he hissed, “You think things would be easier and that we’d be living a life of happiness together, well we wouldn’t. You’d probably end up putting the baby up for adoption, and then go overdose on something because you’d be so lonely. And don’t deny it!” he said, scoffing lightly at the end of what he had said.
(Source: everythingimogenmoreno)
Drinking Games ||Eli
Eli shook his head, holding up a hand to decline the cigarettes. Had she somehow weaseled her way into his head and known exactly what he was dying for at the moment? A cigarette. A warm, delicate, cigarette that he could smoke and feel good about it. But no. No he couldn’t - he had promised Clare, he had been keeping her trust lately, and he couldn’t let it all go to shame now. “I promised Clare I’d quit. Thanks for offering though, I’m surprised you remembered I got caught up in smoking.” he told her, and when the smell of her cigarette hit his face, it almost intoxicated him. Like nights when him and Clare would make love, the way she intoxicated him…it was so bad his head had begun to hurt. “Oh God…” he grumbled, and shook his head. Suddenly she mumbled a name, and his eyes widened. “What about Monica?” he asked, raising his voice a little - not out of anger, but out of intrigue. “Monica barely even existed, Immy. It’s like she never really happened. If you didn’t mention her just now, I wouldn’t have even remembered.” he told her, realizing how harsh it was later on.
Imogen could feel herself stop breathing as if s ball hit her gut. “You wouldn’t have remembered?” She said turning toward him. She expected a tear to stream down her face but instead she found herself too stunned, in too much pain to let the clouds of her eyes explode and downpour the tears. ”You wouldn’t have remembered the hell we went through. together!?” She said raising her voice. ”That baby- that summer changed everything. It made me who I am Eli!” She looked away in pain. ”I want to change, but I can’t because I’m stuck in the past. I’m stuck with what I wanted to live but I can’t.” Imogen stood up in rage. “I can’t take any of it back. I can’t go back and wish Monica was okay and alive and here!” She looked down at her hand, the cigarette burning. ”And I will never be who I could have been because she’s with Clare. Goddammit Eli! Don’t you see it? You hated her with me!” Imogen began to reference the unborn child as if she was alive and Eli had stole her from herself. ”I did everything wrong! You did everything right! You stayed strong and loved Clare! So you got her back. You got what should have been our baby back with Clare because you love her, not me.” She began to grow red in the face. She felt nothing but anger. ”Goddamnit! Eli!” She too the but of her cigarette and shoved it onto her skin taking all the anger out on herself instead of Eli, just like she had taught herself, just what had wound her up in Greenwoods. She yelped and threw the cigarette on the ground.
(Source: everythingimogenmoreno, via eli-goldsworthy49)
Drinking Games ||Eli
Eli watched her carefully as she slid to the ground and gulped down the water like a fish stuck on land. She practically ordered him to sit, which he started to decline. Imogen Moreno bossing him around? Oh no, no. That was his job. It was his job to tell her what to do, heck - it was even his own job to tell himself what to do. He’d have that constant inner battle in his mind, two sides raging at each other like the calm and the storm and he’d never know which way to go…it’d be the storm. Always the storm. He gave in eventually, sitting down a little ways away from her. She looked miserable, an he couldn’t understand why. What was he missing? She was always away in a mental institution, or stuck somewhere tucked away from him. Eli’s teeth tugged a little on his lip ring and he sighed. “Talk to me, Immy.” he said, reaching out and placing a hand on her knee. “I’m finally here, you should talk to me while you’ve got the chance. Clare’s going to get worried about me, and I don’t think…” he paused, scrunching up his face lightly. “I don’t think she will be too happy when she finds out I’m here.” he said truthfully. No way in hell would Clare want Eli anywhere near Imogen. Especially after she had finally begun trusting him.
“Oh.” Imogen said quietly. She turned and looked toward Eli glancing down at his hand on her knee. ”It’s just, with Clare and-” She stopped unsure if she should go on. She felt that black plague of darkness in her heart open and explode, spilling over and turning her heart back into the once cool uncaring heart she lived with, only able to perform lust, no love. Just cool hard lust that tricked Jake, that lured Eli into her, that created their baby. The baby. She shook her head standing up quickly. It wasn’t her turn to have a child, it was Clare’s. Clare and Eli. They are married, they live together. They are to be parents, not her. Imogen walked over and opened a box next to the coffee maker. ”Want one?” She said holding a box of cigarettes down toward him. She took one and lit it for herself then threw it down to him. She took a long inhale of the toxic smoke. “Monica.” She said quietly as she slouched back down to him.
(Source: everythingimogenmoreno, via eli-goldsworthy49)
Drinking Games ||Eli
It looked as if she was about to cry before him, and he bit his lip. Classic Imogen, make him feel guilty for anything he ever did. It was something both of the girls used in getting Eli to do what they wanted too, and he knew that they did it - her and Clare both did it and…it worked, for both of them. “Imogen, come on…” he said, as she looked away from him. He turned back to the sink and filled up the glass again. It was filled halfway, and he wondered for a moment if it was half full or half empty. He had always been a half empty kind of guy no matter what the situation was - he always figured it would fail, or nothing would ever work…except with relationships with people. Those he tried to see as half full instead, that they would be fine after a while. He turned around and handed the glass to her. “Drink it. It’ll calm you down a bit. Then maybe we can sit and talk like civil friends, okay?” he gave her a half smile, hoping she would return it to him. He could sense that she wasn’t too happy about something, and whatever it was he was going to be there for her - it was just like him to do something like that. “Go on,” he ushered her. “Drink all of it.”
Imogen wiped the tears off her hot cheeks. She nodded and tucked a loose strand of hand behind her ear and took the glass from his soft hands. Slowly, grasping the cup tightly, she slid down the counter. She began to gulp the water quiet fast. Once the glace was empty she set it down loudly on the floor and closed her eyes banging her head back against the cabinet and sighed. “Sit.” She ordered Eli in a harsh tone, a demanding tone. “Now.” She said bullying him to sit down when he hesitated before her. Imogen wanted to be able to civilly talk to Eli, but she knew her feelings would come back to her like they did not so long ago. She placed her head into her hands. “Please.”
(Source: everythingimogenmoreno, via eli-goldsworthy49)
Drinking Games ||Eli
Eli listened painfully as she began to rattle off all the drinks she had. He rolled his eyes a little, almost embarrassed that him hanging out with her had caused her to do such a thing as get drunk for him. As she wrapped her arms around him, he squirmed in her grasp, spilling some of the water onto the floor. But to no avail she had him right there before her. She kept placing kisses upon his neck, and Eli months before would have found this extremely arousing. He would have taken Imogen by surprised, and practically would have fucked her right there on the kitchen counter. He rolled his eyes, trying to rid his body of Imogen who clung to him like a koala. “I told you to sit still!” he said a little loudly, as she giggled from behind. “Eight-” the final kiss that she had placed on his pale skin was a long, meaningful one - meaningful to her, that was. It wasn’t like the quick pecks she had been giving earlier it was different, and Eli stood as still as a tree facing the kitchen sink. Not again. He couldn’t do this to Clare again. “Imogen, off!” he said, dropping the glass of water into the sink and pulling her hands off of him. He turned around and held her wrists in his hands - looking her dead in the eyes. “I came here to see you, to hang out with you, to be near you - not to see you like this. Why did you have to do this?” he asked, his voice, and his eyes were sincere as he spoke, but she continued to giggle as if there was nothing wrong. “Oh, just forget it.” he let go of her hands and let out a sigh, leaning against the counter.
Imogen looked into his eyes in fear, she felt as if she was actually shaking. She could feel the tears building up in her eyes as her vision blurred from the tears.Just like a cloud full of rain bursting during a downpour, the tears began to gush out of her eyes. “I just- Eli!” She wailed placing her hands on his waist trying to comfort herself and get him to look at her again. As if one touch could bring back all the memories they shared she felt them come flooding back to her. The first time the met at the Dot, every time Eli took care of her when she messed up her life, so much like now, or when they shared intimate moments. She pulled her hands away from Eli, her tears stopped almost immediately, and with one sniffle she turned away from Eli unable to bare his face. The face that saved her life so many times. The face that helped her to find herself when she doubted she could. but most importantly the face she fell in love with, but the face that would never- ever love her back no matter what she did to try. “I’m sorry.” She croaked in an voice to quite to comprehend.
(Source: everythingimogenmoreno, via eli-goldsworthy49)
Drinking Games ||Eli
Imogen lunged forward, taking Eli by surprise as he stumbled backwards under the threshold. He could barely breathe she held on to tightly - her tiny arms locked around his back, as if there was no way out. And he knew that the moment he’d step into her house, there really would be no way out. He’d be in too deep. “Sure you’re not.” he said in a monotone voice, trying to gently get her off of his body. She clung to him like he was a baby doll she had been missing for months - and in reality, that’s probably what she thought of him. An old toy she was desperate for, and hadn’t seen in years. “Let’s just get you inside and get you a glass of water.” he told her, starting to walk forward, even though her arms restricted him from doing much. When they had made it inside, he closed the door with his foot and tried to waddle into the kitchen. When they had made it inside, he practically forced her to sit on one of the kitchen tables chairs. “Just sit there, okay? Don’t move.” he ordered. If this had been the first time, he probably would have been agrivated about having to take care of her…but this wasn’t the first time. Taking care of Imogen Moreno wasn’t even a task anymore, it was almost like it was a duty. He had done it so many times it was practically the norm for him. “How much have you drank?” he asked, as he filled up a glass of water from her kitchen sink.
Imogen looked at her fingers trying to bring up the amount she had to drink. “One, two, three, five-” She giggled. ”Opps! I counted wrong.” She held up one finger again. “One two-” Slowly Imogen began to silently climb down the stool and towards Eli. “Three-” She continued. “Four-” She arrived at the back of Eli as he filled her glass of water. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Five-” She said giggling slightly as she felt his body tense. “Six-” Slowly she began to reach up on her tip toe. Her voice becoming more serious with each number. “Seven-” She slid up his neck placing a small wet kiss on his neck. Sober Imogen would have done something crazy like this to celebrate the joy of having Eli back, but sober Imogen would have also realized her wrong in doing so. Drunk Imogen continued loving every moment of herself. ”Eight-” She kissed his neck again forgetting he stood stiff as a rock facing the window.
(Source: everythingimogenmoreno, via eli-goldsworthy49)
Drinking Games ||Eli
Imogen ran around the house picking up every item that laid around the house in a wrong spot. She dusted here and there attempting to make her house spotless. As she rounded the corner to the kitchen she caught the glimpse of a small black figure sprawled out on the…
Imogen looked down feeling silly for her earlier actions of drinking. She was mentally kicking herself for doing so. Imogen was perfectly capable of staying sober and having a normal afternoon with an old friend over normal drinks and having normal conversation, but then again she was Imogen Moreno. The girl who spent visit after visit in a mental institution because she wasn’t’ normal. She was the girl who had ruined her close friendship with Eli by running out of his life and popping back into it when he was not in the mood for the extra company. however, Imogen felt the plague of darkness she once always felt, the plague that caused her to make bad choices, like getting drunk, growing stronger and stronger ever since Eli had told her the news of the babies. Babies. She shuddered every time she thought of Eli and Clare sitting at home living their perfect lives with their dog and Clare ready to burst with two babies. She wished she knew why. She wished she knew the reason for their marriage and the success they had of not just one baby but two, when a year ago Imogen was perfectly happy with her soon-to-be kindling romance with Eli as she carried their baby. yet Imogen sat with no baby alone at her parent’s house looking for entertainment as she attempted to finish up her studies and move on to what she hope would be a collage career in art school. Imogen peaked up at Eli. “I’m not drunk!” She let out a loud giggle. “I’m just happy to see you!” She squealed with a slight hiccup. She then scrambled into Eli’s arms squeezing him tightly. “Oh! I missed you!” She managed to breathe out.
||Eli
Imogen ran around the house picking up every item that laid around the house in a wrong spot. She dusted here and there attempting to make her house spotless. As she rounded the corner to the kitchen she caught the glimpse of a small black figure sprawled out on the floor. “Elijah!” Imogen squealed. ”What are you doing here?” She bent down a scooped the cat up in her arms. ”You know you are to stay in my room!” She scolded gently. She giggled as the cat stretched out in her arms purring. She set the cat down shooing him up the stairs. ”Let’s see-” Imogen said as she turned to her kitchen cabinets to find a snack to fix herself and the guest the would be arriving soon. She red all the labels of every food item, failing to find a suitable snack. She sighed in defeat as she closed the cabinet shut. ”Well, on to the next item I guess.” She said aloud to herself. She grabbed a stool and slid it in front of the oven. She climb up and, standing on her tip-toes, opened the cabinet reviling bottles beyond bottles of fancy wines and other liquors. She scanned those labels too, but she found one suitable to her liking. She grabbed the bottle of aged red wine down and pour herself a glace, drinking it all. She began to pour another and finished that one too. Imogen set herself down on a stool that stood at the island of her kitchen and began to slowly finish the bottle as she waited to her old friend to arrive. What seemed like hours, to her, had pasted before she was done with the bottle, down to the last drop. She hopped down from the stool and attempted to climb back up on the chair to find another bottle. With success, she choose a bottle at random and sat back down. She opened the new bottle and too a large gulp, her throat creating a loud noise as the warm liquor slid down into her stomach. ”Oh Eli!” She called as if he was there. “Where are you?”
