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[elijah aaron campbell]

one song about a girl
CAN'T BREATHE WHEN I'M AROUND HER
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It was nice to have friends who were girls whose pants you didn't want to get into all the time. Elijah cringed at the thought; okay, that was crudely worded. What he really meant to say that it was nice to have a friend who was a girl like Brooklyn. She understood him and well, she was a girl. He wasn't into her and she wasn't into him, so there weren't any complications like that, thank God. He could only take so many romantic adventures at once. But the advantage to having a platonic relationship with a girl? She helped you understand other girls.

Or at least, she listened to you rant when you didn't understand other girls. Well, Brooklyn did, in any case. Sometimes Elijah couldn't figure out why she put up with him. While they did just chill and talk music and hang out a lot, most of the time they were together, Elijah was talking about some song he was writing (usually about a girl, usually about Ara) or talking about whatever problems he was currently having (again, usually about a girl, usually about Ara). It wasn't always necessarily complaining. More like philosophizing. He was always trying to figure out the meaning behind things. And Brooklyn was patient with him and he really needed someone to be there for him and he appreciated it.

It wasn't like it went one-way either. Elijah listened to Brooklyn a lot too. He heard her problems and he gave his advice, no matter how useful it might've actually been. She was currently having issues with some guy who was apparently totally oblivious to her crush. Elijah didn't know who it was, but he felt bad for Brooklyn. He figured any guy would be lucky to have her and Elijah had been in her position countless times. It really fucking hurt, especially if you were close to that person.

But in short, Elijah really liked having Brooklyn around. Most people didn't think she was his type. She could be a little...strange sometimes. Well, not so much strange as straight-forward. She was the cheer captain and pretty outgoing and popular. Elijah didn't get why some people thought it was weird that the two would be friends. I mean, if you looked at his relationship with Ara...then it wasn't all that strange that he was friends with Brooklyn, now was it? At least she was in the same grade as him...

Anyway, with all that'd been going on recently between him and Ara, Elijah thought it was high time that he called Brooklyn over and they talked. He hadn't seen her in a while (in fact, he hadn't seen many other people besides Ara in a while and everyone knew why), so they could catch up. He'd already invited her over and she was on her way. He had his guitar and little song-writing notebook and everything. He didn't know where he'd be going this night though. Something was blocking his thoughts.

He didn't like saying that he had writer's block, but that's what it looked like. He had too many unfinished lyrics in his notebook, but he didn't know what to do with them. He didn't quite have the words he needed or wanted to wrap up those songs nicely. Forcing the writing just wouldn't make things better. But that's where Brooklyn came in. Brooklyn also had a feel for music and especially Elijah's kind of music. Something else he appreciated about her.

Elijah wished the guy she was crushing on knew about her crush. They would probably end up going out then. Elijah couldn't imagine why anyone would turn Brooklyn down. She certainly wasn't perfect (who was?), but she was a nice enough girl. Not as nice as Ara though...

Elijah tried not to get too caught up in thoughts of Ara. They still hurt. People were worried about him. He was beginning to withdraw--or so they thought. Things weren't actually as bad as people were making them seem. He was bottling up most of his worst feelings and trying harder to express himself through song and lyric. But this writer's block he was going through at the moment wasn't helping him.

Elijah was in his room, the door slightly ajar, sitting in front of his bed with his acoustic guitar in hand. He wore a white t-shirt with a plaid shirt unbuttoned on top of it; very casual dress. His hair was slightly unkempt, but he hadn't gone outside yet today, so it didn't matter. In fact, he'd been planning on going out, which was he was so dressed at all, but changed plans last minute. No one was really going to see him besides his brother and Brooklyn, and he was sure neither of them cared how he looked right now.

He was absentmindedly strumming on the guitar when he heard the unmistakable buzz of the doorbell of the apartment. Elijah wasn't sure if Elias was expecting company, but it was about the time that Brooklyn should've arrived, so Elijah bet it was for him. He gingerly put his guitar down and scrambled up to his feet, running his hand through his hair as he made his way to their front door. After looking through the peephole, Elijah opened the door with a small smile on his face.

"Brooklyn," he greeted, stepping aside so she could come in. "Right on time. How've you been?" Elijah grinned and gave Brooklyn a quick hug, ushering her inside the apartment and closing the door after her. "You hungry? You want anything? There's not much in here, but we can get takeout if you'd like."

If there was one thing Elijah knew how to do, it was how to be a really polite host. Or, at least Ara had told him that before. It was mostly because he just liked looking out for people. Especially the ones he cared about the most.


tagged » brooklyn zalea dunbar !
outfit » here.
words » 990.
lyrics » about a girl -- the academy is...
music » miss you -- aaliyah.
notes » let's get it started~

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[whitney]

Why? That was the only word that seemed to be going through Brooklyn's mind at the moment. She had just climbed out of the shower and was sitting, or rather laying, on her bed in nothing but her towel with her hands covering her face. She was a going to have to pull herself together eventually. After all, she was supposed to be making her way over the Elijah's house and she only had so much time to do so before he began to wonder where she was.

This was going to be the first time that she and Elijah spent any quality time together since his little escapades with Ara. Even the thought of the girl made Brooklyn's blood slightly boil. She loved Ara, she really did. The girl had technically done nothing wrong to Brooklyn either to deserve the type of animosity that Brooklyn was holding towards her. She just happened to have the full attention of Elijah Campbell, the boy that Brooklyn had been crushing on for the better part of...well...their entire friendship. Of course Ara had no way of knowing that and neither did Elijah. That was Brooklyn's little secret. It just burned her ass that Elijah was so wrapped up in Ara and their drama that he didn't even notice Brooklyn. Well, he didn't notice Brooklyn in the way that she really wanted him to.

Elijah came to her with all his problems, which usually had something to do with Ara. In turn, Brooklyn went to him with all her problems, which usually had something to do with him. Only he didn't know that it was about him. Brooklyn always just said that it was about this boy. She never gave any names. Just as Brooklyn would give him advice on his relationship with Ara, which she tried to do unbiasedly, Elijah gave his unbiased opinion on her crush on this guy. There was quite a bit of irony in all of it if you asked Brooklyn. Elijah was always going on about how any guy would be lucky to be with Brooklyn and how this guy was obviously an idiot and that she just needed to come straight out and tell him how she felt. He even went as far as to say that he was sure that once the guy knew about her feelings for him, he would jump at the chance to be with her. Every time he said that, she couldn't help but think that he had no idea what he was saying. She was sure that if he knew that he was the center of attention in her crush, he would do the exact opposite of what he was saying. So, Brooklyn had become accustomed to trying to put her feelings for him aside, as it seemed that he had no feelings for her that didn't concern them being friends. She was forced to wonder, pine, and imagine from afar. the one good thing was that all these pent of romantic feelings that she had for Elijah made for great inspiration when it came to her song lyrics.

Speaking of which, Brooklyn rifled through her side table drawer and pulled out her song notebook. Inside were all the lyrics to every song she had ever written. Well, recently anyway. She had a few other notebooks stashed around the room as well. She flipped to the page of the song she had just finished the night before. Going back over the lyrics she felt the exact same as she had the night before. Yes these lyrics were about Elijah and she even planned on singing it for him today, however she had taken precautions so that he wouldn't know it was about it. She wasn't quite ready to drop that bomb yet.

Finally, tearing herself away from the notebook, she climbed off of the bed and went through her dresser and closet pulling out her clothes. By the looks of the white tank top she pulled out, you would think it was summer time outside, but it was quite the opposite. To compensate for the lack of sleeves on her shirt, she grabbed both a sweatshirt and a jacket and pulled on her bright skinny jeans. Once she was dressed, she decided to pull her hair back into a ponytail. She swept her bangs to the side. She grabbed her purse, stuffing her notebook inside, and her guitar case and headed out the door.

The walk to Elijah's apartment wasn't really that bad. The cold actually made it far worse. Feeling incredibly lazy, she hailed a cab and stuffed herself inside, giving him the address of her destination. Once she got there, she stood outside for a minute. Pulling a cigarette from her purse, she set her guitar case upright next to her and lit the cigarette. She must have looked crazy, freezing her ass off on the cold just to smoke a cigarette, but she really needed to calm her nerves before she went upstairs.

Once she took the final drag of the cigarette, she flicked it off in the distance and grabbed the guitar case. The front door of the apartment had been broken for a few weeks now, and no one had obviously come to fix it because Brooklyn was able to pull the door right open without being buzzed in. She took the steps up to the apartment and rang the doorbell. Elijah opened the door and greeted her. She couldn't help but smile as he ushered her in, showering her with question after question. Once he finally stopped talking she set her guitar case down and hugged him. nothing to out of the ordinary. She was a very affectionate person by nature. "Well hello to you to stranger. Calm down a take a breath. I've been good. And you know I'm always hungry. I could definitely go for some chinese, my treat."

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tagged , elijah c.
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words , 1045.
lyrics , rockstar beau by cassie steele.
status , finished.
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[elijah aaron campbell]

pretty girl is suffering
WHILE HE CONFESSES EVERYTHING
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Brooklyn smelled like winter and vaguely of cigarette smoke, a very familiar smell to Elijah. He absentmindedly patted his side pocket of his jeans which, unsurprisingly, held no carton of smokes. He hadn't smoked in a while and it would be a stretch to say he missed it, but... Well, it was a nervous habit of his. When he got too worked up over something, sometimes he'd just take a breather and light a cigarette. He made vows to himself not to get too addicted, whatever that meant, and he never smoked more than three a day. Or at least, he tried not to. Ara didn't really approve of the habit, which was funny, because he really started smoking more when he was around her. Well, after he first realized how in love with her he was. That's when he got nervous and shaky.

But recently, things hadn't been that way. Things had been smooth and she knew he loved her and he could say it out loud without shaking or wanting to hide his face in embarrassment or whatever. He was, in a way, maturing. He was learning how to face his emotions. So he didn't need to smoke as much, which was good. Especially now with the baby on the way--

Elijah froze. The baby news was still a big secret. But what did it matter? He was probably never going to be able to see his baby anyway. Ara didn't seem to want anything to do with him and no matter how much Elijah tried to force himself back into her life and therefore, into the baby's life, he couldn't guarantee that she'd tolerate having him around after the baby was born. Or much longer, for that matter. It'd been really bold of him to come to her doctor's appointment even after all the shit that had gone down, but this baby business stirred up something in him that he couldn't describe. Maybe he was finally becoming a man. Elijah mentally chuckled; that sounded like something Elias would say.

Anyway, back to present day. Brooklyn. Song writing. Jam time. Right.

Elijah grinned at her response. How typically Brooklyn. "Sorry; I'm just excited to see you. It's not a bad thing," he replied, sticking his tongue out at her. What was it he'd said about maturing? Right. "Yeah; I've seen you eat. And you're not paying for anything, little missy. I invited you over, I get you food. You just make yourself at home." Elijah smiled at Brooklyn again as he relocked the door. Elijah was pretty adamant when it came to paying for things, especially for ladies. He didn't like people thinking they owed him anything or were obliged to do anything for him (although he often thought that way about other people). In fact, he'd once gotten into some weird...argument-like thing with Ara over paying for something. He was just that old-fashioned, he guessed.

"In my room, of course," Elijah answered Brooklyn's question. He moved towards her guitar case and without asking her if she wanted him to carry it, he gingerly hoisted it up on his back. Elijah didn't know why, but he got some of his best inspiration from just hanging around in his room. There wasn't anything special about it except it was his own little personal corner of the world. I guess that had a lot to do with it...

"If I remember, I cleaned it recently, so it shouldn't be too bad..." Elijah muttered as he led the way to his room. He was actually a really neat, organized person, so that was kind of a joke. The messiest his room got was a couple of shirts and maybe a pair of jeans on the ground. All surfaces were clear and he had folders and stacks of notebooks and CDs and shit, all clearly labeled and always properly placed and sometimes even alphabetized. He wasn't obsessive about it; he just didn't work that well with clutter. It was kind of un-rockstar-like of him, but Elijah never claimed to be big on leading a huge rockstar life after all. He was just...Elijah.

In fact, most of his room was decorated with some tame band posters. Like, shit like the Spill Canvas and Minus the Bear--two of his favorite bands that were certainly more popular with girls than boys. Or at least, they sounded like they would be. Well, maybe not Minus the Bear--they were kind of just stoner music.

Elijah entered his room and flipped on the ceiling light. He'd kind of been operating in dim light for the past couple of days (it helped his muse, oddly enough) and only had his desk lamp on. It cast an eerie yellow glow over everything, but he wasn't sure he and Brooklyn would appreciate that right now for their jam session. Still, the sudden bright light made him squint a little. He put Brooklyn's guitar case down and rested it against the foot of the bed before facing her again.

"So, uh, grab some floor. Or a chair. Or some bed--I don't know. You know what you want; make yourself comfortable," Elijah smiled, his snakebites gleaming slightly. "Uh. So about that Chinese... I'm thinking of just getting shrimp with broccoli for myself. You wanna split? Or uh, sorry--what do you want? It's on me, remember, so don't worry about anything."

Elijah whipped out his phone and went straight to contacts. He had the best Chinese restaurant that was close by in his contacts, yes he did. It wasn't actually that unusual. He ate out a lot, so he actually had a couple of restaurants on his contacts. But anyway. He didn't actually dial the number, but looked back up at Brooklyn expectantly. "And once we've ordered, we can start playing around, right?"


tagged » brooklyn zalea dunbar !
outfit » here.
words » 971.
lyrics » pretty girl -- sugarcult.
music » wasted -- cartel.
notes » i love him. :3

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