`` a little out of my element ,,

[elijah aaron campbell]

i've been dying
TO TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO HEAR
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So. It was easy to see that Elijah Campbell was still pretty drunk out of his mind. Having gone out with his older brother for drinks only hours before, the effects were still very much in his system. In fact, some might say he was worse off than when he was at Sputnik.

Well, that was a lie. Because at Sputnik, he and his brother had stupidly started some brawl with seven--yes, fucking seven--frat guys and Elijah was certainly not in the mood to do that again. He cracked his knuckles at the thought, both still sore from fighting. Yeah, he was definitely not doing that again. Hopefully not ever.

He wasn't even really all that drunk. He preferred the term mentally impaired. Okay, maybe not that term, but you get me, right? Kid was out of it. He wasn't angry anymore--no, the fight had certainly helped him release his anger and frustrations. Now he was just upset--in the sad, puppy dog kind of way. Slightly endearing, but really fucking pitiful.

"Yeah, you are fuckin' pitiful," Elijah mumbled to himself as he trudged across the large school campus. Coming back from Sputnik, he'd asked Matty to drop him off somewhere--he wasn't sure where--and Elijah was pretty sure Matty just hadn't listened to him. In fact, Elijah was pretty sure Matty had just taken it upon himself to take Elijah back to his own dorm room. And that was why Elijah had to escape. Well, partially anyway.

There was also that huge part where he'd totally disappointed his best friend in the world and now she didn't even want to talk to him. So he had to go see her and set things straight. "'Cause you're a fuckin' fuck up, goddamn," Elijah murmured to himself, his words unintelligible and slurred for the most part. His mind was on one track right now: to get to Ara.

He ignored the looks he got from people as he walked across the Eisley campus. So he smelled a little of too much Jack Daniel's; big deal. He could hold himself up and he could hold his liquor; he was fine. Maybe he looked a little bit like a zombie, but that was fine too. He'd make it to Ara's dorm and everything would be fucking fine.

But when he finally got to the McCleely Dormitories, he could not for the life of him remember which room was Ara's. Which was absolutely shameful. He practically had it programmed into his brain by now; he picked her up from here every morning (or at least, every morning they weren't fighting and things were rad). But now he was staring all bleary-eyed at the suddenly daunting looking building before him as if he'd get the answer that way.

It really wasn't that difficult--Dorm 100 was the first room on the first floor. Elijah had to walk all of five feet before he'd hit the door. He seemed to remember this and started walking toward said door. He stood in front of it for a few moments, silently contemplating his next move. He'd thought about going to see Ara and now that he was so close, well...he didn't quite know what to do. So he did what any totally sober, logically thinking person would do.

He started knocking on the door like a madman. He threw most of his weight into it and pounded away. He opened his mouth to call for Ara, but his throat was so dry that he only ended up croaking. Elijah had only been knocking on the door for about a minute or so before someone practically pulled apart the door opening it. Standing before him was a very agitated looking Spencer Kelly, who's slightly bloodshot eyes widened when she saw who it was.

"Elijah. What the fuck?" was all she managed to squeak out before Elijah stumbled into the door, pushing Spencer a little accidentally. There was someone else there--a redhead Elijah didn't know--and she just raised an eyebrow at him. Yeah, he was kind of intruding.

"Sp-Spencer, where's Ara?" Elijah asked, turning around to face the brunette who was kind of staring at him in horror. Like she'd never seen him drunk before. ...Had she? Anyway--"I need to talk to 'er," Elijah insisted, craning his neck to look down the hall. He knew which one was Ara's room.

"Now's really not a good time, Elijah," Spencer told him sternly, shutting the door behind her. "One, you're fucking drunk. Two, she's probably not even awake--"

"No, no, no, you don't even--You don't understand," Elijah interrupted her, shaking his head wildly. "I fucked up. Big time. And like, that's okay for you, whatever. You do that all the time--but you, you get forgiven. I do not." Elijah had no idea what his point was or where he was going with this, but the more he talked, the more Spencer narrowed her eyes at him. That redhead chick wasn't looking too friendly either.

"She probably won't want to see you. Still," Spencer spoke, her voice a lot more even and cold. Yeah, Elijah picked up on things like that; the chick was around him far too much for him not to notice these things. "Yeah, yeah, well, we'll just have to see about that," Elijah frowned. "I'm gonna go see her."

He turned to make his way to Ara's room but suddenly that redhead was there again and--she punched him in the chest?! Elijah frowned; it stung a lot and he had been totally unprepared to take that. Then he felt a pull on his arm and turned his head--what the hell was Spencer doing? With a look of heavy determination on her face, she was trying to pull him away from Ara's room. What the fuck?

Elijah was glad he wasn't angry anymore or he might have actually hit the girls trying to restrain him. That was just something he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for. He wrangled his arm out of Spencer's grip and then politely (he said, "'Scuse me, sorry.") picked up the redhead, placing her out of his way. But the girls didn't stop there.

They continued trying to keep him away from Ara's room, all in vain. Elijah was a man on a mission; he needed to see Ara, no matter what. He was pretty close to her door anyway--only a few more feet...

"Ara!" he called out. "Ara, I'm here--I'm here to see ya! Ara!" He felt a sting on his back--someone had slapped him. "Elijah, shut the fuck up! She's probably totally hungover!" He didn't care, he didn't care.

"Ara!" Another slap. One more foot to go, it looked like. He shook that redhead off once more and finally he was at Ara's door. He took a hold of the doorknob and turned; luckily, the door opened--

"Fuck! Ara! I'm sorry!" Elijah practically screamed. "Shit; you're not wearing pants! Fuck, I'm sorry--I'll come back later--" Wait; he didn't mean that. "I mean, I'll wait! Or, I can come in and, and--I'll just not look, okay? Okay."

Elijah squeezed his eyes shut and edged into Ara's room. Spencer had disappeared and the redhead wasn't tugging on him anymore; weird. He felt around for the doorknob again and locked the door behind him, his back still facing Ara and her lack of pants.

But now he was in, so he was safe. For now, right? Right?


tagged » kiara jade lebeaux !
outfit » here
words » 1,239
lyrics » sugar, we're going down -- fall out boy.
music » friend of mine -- lily allen.
notes » oh ho ho.

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[kiara jade lebeaux]

Am I

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Many, many times in her life she had seen hangovers- never once had Kiara LeBeaux had to experience one. Until today. For whatever reason; she had attempted to wake when her alarm went off for her to go to school. She had still been drunk. But it wasn’t the fun, dancing to Gaga, playing online Truth or Dare drunk. No; her head spun, she felt dizzy and; to be honest; kind of scared. So; she just laid back down in her bed and buried her face in her pillow. For a moment she considered texting Elijah to tell him she wasn’t coming to school; then remembered why she was drunk and got upset again. It lasted all of a second- because she fell asleep again.

Elijah. She could never understand that guy. There were too many mixed signals. And not in a deep; romantic way like everyone else seemed to think. It was little things. He’d say something to her and then take it back a minute later; only to take back the apology and then say something else to her. It was so confusing sometimes; trying to figure out what he meant and when he meant it. But; progressively they’ve been spending more and more time with each other and either it became easier to read what he was getting at or she would just let it pass. Besides; it was a small flaw in their otherwise perfect relationship friendship. Not a lot of people got it; with her being; well; her and Elijah being the tattooed, pierced, semi-rockstar dude that he was. She was too preppy and straight laced for him and he was too cool and badass for her. But. . . not really.

It worked out perfectly for the both of them. Well; at least she thought it was. Up until she thought that he would have a good time hiding out with her for a weekend. She wanted to get away from Eisley, her siblings and just. . . everything. During the weekend she got to let loose; be a little bit less reserved when she was when she was at home. In fact; she got a tattoo- one that matched her favorite tattoo that Elijah had. When they got back; she expected all hell to break loose. And it did; of course. Her sister and brother-in-law lost their marbles; Elijah’s brother was getting angry in defense of Elijah. All of that Ara expected. What she did not expect to happen was for Elijah to turn the finger on her and make sure that everyone knew that it was her idea. The trips, the lack of communication, everything. It was her fault. Not that they had a good time or that he was happy they went- but that it was her problem.

Ara had already been in a foul mood because her sister and KP attacked Elijah without even knowing the situation. On top of that they had been discussing it in front of people who had no business reading in on it [Hayden Kelley; the man of her freakin’ dreams being one of them] and then she got the smug phonecall from her sister; Tilly; letting her know that the friend Ara came in the chat to defend had turned around and blamed it all on her. Of course; Ara didn’t believe it. It had been the first time that she had called her sister a liar and the first time they had actually argued. When they hung up; Kiara wasn’t confident she had made the right decision and she actually felt guilty about doubting Elijah. So; she called the one person in chat she knew wasn’t biased; Valentina Russo. Val was the Mary Kate to her Ashley- Brad had given them the nicknames. Val was straight to the point and honest; Elijah did make it a point to know that it was Ara’s idea and Ara’s fault.

That was icing on the cake. For the first time in her life; Ara had sought out alchol. It wasn’t the first time she drank; but it was the first time she had wanted too. Luckily enough for her; she was in a dorm full of supportive girls- supportive girls with alcohol. The rest of the night is hazy. She remembered Elijah continuously getting on her case about one thing or the other; Spencer fighting with Elias; Serenity playing Truth or Dare. Random things. . . that she wasn’t sure of what order they came in. But she did know that Lady Gaga was the soundtrack to the night and she had her first shot of real hard liquor- which; ironically enough was also the last thing she remembered. Though she would love to figure out how her pants left her body and now lay across her computer desk.

And then she woke to the sounds of her alarm- killed it and then woke again to the sounds of- yelling?

It hurt to open her eyes- but she did anyway- and she looked around. Yes; someone was certainly yelling her name. Whoever it was; was obviously in pain. Ara could hear it. Pushing herself up to a sitting position she groaned; covering her face with her hand. AND THERE IT WAS; her name again. She knew who it was and actually tried to call out back to him and nothing came out of her mouth. It didn’t sound good. He sounded-hurt; panicked- and that worried her. She needed to get him.

She stood up; but immediately tilted to the side- her stomach flopping around in her frame. Again- her mouth lifted; this time it was to cover her mouth; she felt sick. Shaking her head; she drops to her knees and then lays on the floor of her private dorm room. After a few breaths her stomach settled. Well; she passed out and she couldn’t tell if she was nauseous or not. It actually felt better on the floor. Cooler; maybe?

Then her whole world exploded- the door; Elijah yelling; the door again; Elijah yelling. Groaning; she tried to sit up and say something to him; but her head felt like she had been his upside it with a hammer and her stomach was trying to escape her body via way of her mouth. “Elijah I-;” that’s all she got out before vomiting all over the floor and then bursting into tears.

TAGGED :: elijerrr !
OUTFIT :: here !
COUNT :: 1070 !
LYRICS :: `sugar we're going down` by fall out boy !
NOTES :: like the tennis game with the lyrics? !

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[elijah aaron campbell]

'cause that's
JUST WHO I AM THIS WEEK
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This isn't right, this isn't right, this isn't fucking right, Elijah thought to himself, his eyes still tightly squeezed shut. In fact, he'd even placed his hands over it. What a sight; a grown boy like himself looking like a six year old ready to play hide and go seek. What was his problem exactly?

Oh yeah, that he'd just burst into Ara's bedroom and she was indecent. Yeah, that was his problem. First, total invasion of privacy. Sure, he'd been calling her, but he just stormed into her room without much of any other warning. And now he was being ridiculous about her lack of pants. Elijah certainly wasn't earning himself any points as the moments went by. He wouldn't be surprised if Ara refused to be his friend after this; he was possibly the most embarrassing, bumbling idiot ever.

He'd made out with her before and there had been confirmed hip movement--well, from their many spectators, anyway--and yet he couldn't handle seeing her in her underwear? Also, had her legs always been that nice?

"No! Bad Elijah!" he exclaimed suddenly, reprimanding himself out loud without noticing. It wasn't until the words had left his mouth that he'd even realized and of course, by then it was too late to take them back. How was he going to play that one off?

Then suddenly there was, "Elijah I-;" followed shortly after by the violent sound of vomiting. Elijah's stomach clenched when he heard it but he turned around without hesitation, forgetting all about closing his eyes and winced at the sight before him. Ara, who had just vomited the remains of last night onto the floor in front of her, had then burst into tears.

The worst part? For once, Elijah had no fucking idea what to do. "Uh, Ara?" he stammered out, as if she would be able to answer. "Aww, fuck," he hissed, slowly edging towards her and hoping she wouldn't bite his head off. "Babe, you okay?" Elijah wavered a little as he got down on his knees and laid a comforting--or what he hoped was comforting--hand on Ara's back.

Babe? he thought, totally perplexed with himself. Where had that one come from? Elijah adjusted himself, duly noting that he was almost kneeling in the pool of sick. Speaking of, it didn't smell all that pleasant--Elijah figured they should probably get that cleaned up...

But Ara was like, fucking sobbing and he couldn't leave her and she was definitely hungover so screaming for help was so out of the question or she might just rip his balls off. Elijah blinked at that thought. He tried to visualize Ara getting anywhere near that violent. Yeah; probably wouldn't happen. And if she threatened to do so, he'd probably choke himself on laughter. When he was sober, that is. If she threatened him right now, he would for some reason be incredibly terrified.

But anyway--"Fuck, uh...Do you need to go to the bathroom? I mean, uh, not like that--like, for more puking?" Elijah's rambling wasn't any better when he was drunk. It really wasn't. "I c-could carry you, you know? I mean, shit--that's probably a bad idea. I wouldn't wanna drop you or nothin'..."

In the back of his head, something--his conscience?--screamed at him--"YOU DUMB ASS." Elijah quickly tried to correct his mistake.

"Uh, not that I'd like, uh, mean to drop you 'cause I wouldn't, y'know? 'Cause I care about you like, a fucking helluva lot and I wouldn't--I would never wanna hurt you and I am so fucking sorry I'm such a screw up, Ara. I messed up so much," Elijah went on, his throat getting tighter with each word. Mostly because he forgot to breathe.

"Wh-what do you want me to do? I can help, I swear. I can fix this. I can fix us!" And he wanted to, more than anything. He wanted to set things straight and get thing back on track. He wanted to be the guy Ara could depend on again, not the current Elijah that she hated and was disappointed in. He wanted to stop fucking up, to stop confusing her, to stop--

He needed to stop thinking before he said the wrong thing out loud again. So Elijah tried to shut off his brain and put his arm around Ara's shoulder, cradling her against him. It was the least he could do for right now.


tagged » kiara jade lebeaux !
outfit » here
words » 739.
lyrics » sugar, we're going down -- fall out boy.
music » lock down denial -- cute is what we aim for.
notes » hells yeah, i do!

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[kiara jade lebeaux]

And Sugar

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What a mess. Ara wanted to stop crying so darn hard because it actually hurt her head. But the pain in her head was what was making her cry! Well; that combined with the fact that her stomach felt like it had drank a gallon of milk and went jogging in the noonday sun and that she was embarrassed as all hell that she had exploded out of her mouth all over her floor in front of Elijah. What a freakin’ mess this all was. As much fun as she had subduing her hurt over what Elijah had supposedly done to her with alcohol; it was not worth all this. God; she wish she had just talked to him instead- then she would be sitting in class like any other day; not almost laying in a pool of her own vomit as she sobbed like a baby while Elijah stammered about one thing or another while he got on the floor next to her.

She actually tried to hear what he was saying over the sound of her own moaning and whining. Something about the bathroom. Yes; she would love to go to the bathroom and clean herself up; but she couldn’t move. Which was his next subject of verbal diarrhea; how he’d carry her but he didn’t want to drop her. When he apologized for saying that; Ara actually wanted to laugh- but she was so sore; sick and invested in crying her dang eyeballs out that she couldn’t do much more other than that. One thing she did know was; he had come to her. He had called her ‘babe’; come to her side regardless of the fact that she reeked of booze; looked like a mental patient and was near puke [both literally and physically]- and was now trying to take care of her when she really needed it. It felt good.

Ara wanted to tell him not to worry; not to even think about what they had to do in order for them to be fixed because; truthfully; she wasn’t even thinking about that as she wrapped her arms around him the best she could. Maybe he did fix them by simply being there. She had no idea he had braved the campus drunk; gotten mugged by her roommates and had to lock them in her room together just to talk to her- but if she did; she would have appreciated the hardwork he put in just to sit there and try and take care of her. Silently she urged the words ‘thank you’ to come out of her mouth; but unfortunately just thinking] about moving her mouth made her stomach lurch. It was as if that sucker was just waiting for the floodgates to open in order to unleash another wave of disgusting upon the floor. This time it’d claim Elijah as a victim too and Ara couldn’t have that. So for a moment- she just lay there curled up against him; crying as he held her.

Finally; she got over it and took a deep steadying breath and reached up to wipe her eyes with the back of her hands. Looking down at them she winced at the horrible black streaks of last night’s make up; one of her fake eyelashes was lifelessly stuck to her skin. Ara wanted to curl up into a ball and die. This was the girl who made sure she always looked her best when she was with company. Far from conceited or proud; she was just taught to have the common courtesy of looking decent and not embarrassing those she was around or affiliated. Now here she sat; pantsless; inches from a pool of very smelly vomit; not wearing any pants with her hair messily in an 80s style side ponytail and her black eyeliner and mascara circling her green eyes- and let’s not forget the one eyelash that was somewhere on her face [hopefully still on her eye]. Elijah had seen her when she just woke up; no make-up and still in her PJ’s and a ponytail- but this; this was somewhere she never thought she’d go; let alone take him with her.

“My head hurts. I think I’m dying;” Ara confessed in a voice she barely recognized as her own. She turned her head and buried her face in his shirt and wrapped her arms around him again. Good ole reliable Elijah. In some magical way he was always there when she needed someone. Maybe it was because he was always around; period. The pain in her body and ocean of nausea in her stomach was pushed to the back burner for a second when she realized why he was here and what was going on.

“Elijah? You’re rad. We’re rad.” Rad. It was their special word. It meant a lot more to them than it probably did to anyone else who used it. In fact; Ara had never even used the word before they made it a sort of inside word between the two of them. Elias; of course; gave them all sorts of hell- but it didn’t stop her and Lijah from using it. Saying what she did would definitely ease him of any worries that he might have. Wipe the slate clean and whatever problem they might have had was old news; dust in the wind. “No more fighting.”

TAGGED :: elijerrr !
OUTFIT :: here !
COUNT :: 900 !
LYRICS :: `sugar we're going down` by fall out boy !
NOTES :: stay golden; ponyboy !

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[elijah aaron campbell]

i'll be your
NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET
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Everything was a mess; there was no other way to put it. Ara was a mess--and not in a particularly hot way either, but of course Elijah still thought she was beautiful, in a tragic, hangover-esque way. And Elijah, he was a mess too, teeter-tottering on the edge and still drunk. He was sobering up slightly because his caring instincts for Ara were kicking in and in his mind, she needed more attention than he did.

He didn't really understand what she was crying so hard about, but he hoped to God it wasn't him. The last thing he ever wanted to do was make Ara cry, especially like this. Maybe she was just stressed out--Elijah had heard about people having panic attacks the morning after they got seriously drunk. All that worry about what they'd done the night before and who knew and who'd be talking about it; Elijah could totally understand. If that was the reason, he needed to reassure Ara then. It had been her first time actually wanting to get drunk too--at least, this drunk--Elijah was sure. Maybe she'd stay away from the hard liquor from now on...

She felt warm next to him and she even curled into him and for a moment, Elijah felt as if he were actually doing his job right. For some reason, he felt almost obliged to look after her and make sure she was happy. They weren't related, they were just best friends, but Elijah shared a different bond with Ara than he did with most of his other friends. It might have had something to do with the fact that he was totally falling for her, but details, details. Elijah certainly wasn't going to go into detail about that predicament; it was bad enough that he was horribly jealous of Hayden because he was Ara's "Golden Boy"--he wasn't quite ready to come to terms with his slowly but surely deepening feelings for Ara.

He was sure they were the main reason he was being so damn confusing and aggravating these days. Elijah wanted to apologize for that, but he figured they were having a moment or maybe Ara didn't really want to talk (she'd just been vomiting, after all), so he kept his mouth shut. For once.

Elijah watched with half-aware eyes as Ara wiped off whatever tragedy was on her face. It was obvious that she didn't look her best and judging by her reaction, Ara was hyper-aware of that fact. Elijah didn't really know what to think. He liked Ara no matter what she looked like and he knew she was beautiful inside and out, as stupid and corny as that sounded. Seeing her like this was certainly an experience and just made him like her more. He gave her a reassuring squeeze because she looked so vulnerable and lost. Sure, it wasn't the most romantic setting (or really ideal for such a realization)--so close to a pool of vomit, Ara without pants (something Elijah had managed to push to the back of his mind), and both of them pretty hot messes--but it was still them and that made it rad.

“My head hurts. I think I’m dying.” Elijah smiled softly at Ara and resisted the urge to bury his nose in her hair. The hell, man? he thought to himself, thinking about how aggressive he'd been only hours before. Now he'd done a total 180, turning into Mister Affectionate. Maybe that was just the kind of power Ara had over him.

He was just kind of glad that she'd managed to talk without puking again. That smell was really beginning to get to him. If it got any worse, Elijah might've ended up puking himself. He was actually about to suggest that he actually try to help her up this time and they clean everything up, but then Ara buried her face in his shirt and wrapped her arms around him again and Elijah forgot everything else for the moment besides the fact that Ara was there and he was there and it worked.

“Elijah? You’re rad. We’re rad.” Had he been completely sober, Elijah would've beamed brighter than the sun. As it was, he could only manage a goofy, slightly lopsided and lazy smile, but it said it all. That was everything he wanted to hear and more.

"Rad, yeah," he agreed, giving Ara another squeeze. He never wanted to let her go--figuratively or literally. The very thought of them not being friends tore at Elijah's heart like nothing else he'd ever known before. His friends were right; he practically ran his life around her and life wouldn't work if the center of his world suddenly went missing, now would it?

“No more fighting.” Elijah closed his eyes for a moment; they felt heavy. But he nodded in agreement with Ara and gently rested his chin on her head, hoping he wasn't messing with her already aching head. "Of course not," he mumbled. "Last thing I wanna do is fight with you, Ara. I care about you too much." And that was the truth. It hurt Elijah to see Ara upset, but it killed him when she was upset with him.

He spent another moment like that, just holding Ara and thinking about their relationship which he come to appreciate more than most things in his life, but then the overwhelming smell of sick got to him again and a wave a nausea hit him like a hurricane. "Mm, uh...do you wanna go to the bathroom, like, f'real this time? We need ta get you cleaned up." Despite saying this, Elijah made no effort to move. He was still slightly slurring his words and he felt heavy and tired, but they needed to get things done. They did. They had more to talk about too.


tagged » kiara jade lebeaux !
outfit » here
words » 976.
lyrics » sugar, we're going down -- fall out boy.
music » promiscuous -- nelly furtado.
notes » campbell bros own my life.

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