THE BLOOD IS RARE.

Licking his lips, Elijah gave Nadia a shrug. He wasn’t really into talking about his family life, but since Nadia was roommates with his sister, he knew that she was bound to learn some things. “Nah, I don’t. They talk to Winnie and Belle a lot, I guess. But I don’t really answer their calls or whatever. I think it’s better that way.” he simply stated, a shrug of his shoulders as he stood up. “Just give it some time. Luckily I think we’re surrounded by a good group of people….most of them anyway.” he chuckled a little as he moved over to his DVD collection, scanning it for Halloween. “Aha! Found the son of a bitch.” he gave an accomplished grin before popping it into the DVD player. Once it was in and ready to go, he sat himself down next to Nadia again. “And you’ve got my sister as a roommate and she’s pretty fuckin’ awesome. When she’s not threatening to get me sent to rehab for smoking pot.”

Nadia didn't push it any farther, she knew that Elijah probably didn't want to talk about it. "Well, I'm sorry. I mean, as long as you're happy." Really, Nadia just figured that his parents were strict from what Elijah said, but she wasn't going to delve any further. "Yeah. I mean, it's just weird. I'm still surprised I got accepted here, honestly." She laughed, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. Nadia has always bee a huge perfectionist and her biggest critic, so her being accepted into Parnell of all places really made her skeptical. She knew she was smart, but her dyslexia always set her back two steps. Luckily, it wasn't as bad as it used to be, but it still got in the way at times. She'd never told anyone other than her family before, seeing as it wasn't necessarily a conversation starter. She could write, and that was all that really mattered. "Winnie? Yeah, she's a total sweetheart. Are you two close?" Nadia scoffed, cocking her head and smiling. "What are siblings for if they don't threaten to send you to rehab a few times?" As the movie started, she sat back, pushing her glasses up. "Well, I can say goodbye to sleeping tonight." 

God, my head feels like a hammer is bashing it repeatedly. Someone save me or remind me to never drink again.

This is me reminding you to never drink again.

So I went out last night and woke up in a motel room this morning, my..date having left. Long story short, he took my damn converse so I had to take a taxi home shoe-less. At least I still have two pairs but..I liked those converse.

That's not nice at all. Who would do that?

I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for the weekend, but I don’t actually have anything to do.

Go to sleep, that's always the better option.

You shouldn’t have gotten rid of Flappy Bird in the first place. That app is like, worth millions after it got deleted from iTunes. You could have been a multi-millionaire if you sold your phone.

It was for the better. Flappy Bird ruined me for weeks.

"Hah, thanks. Though I do guarantee it looks almost like yours. Maybe with not as many theatre pictures or whatever." He gestured to his side, where he had countless posters of Broadway shows and playbills of shows he has seen on his one trip to New York City a few years ago. "Yeah, I mean it’s nice. My parents and I don’t have the best relationship, so being away from them is always a real treat." Elijah didn’t delve into further detail in that topic. It wasn’t one he was open about, nor was it one that people really wanted to hear. Southern Catholics disliking their pansexual son because sometimes he has things for boys. It was better off kept in his own mind and sometimes even his sisters if they thought about it enough. "How about you? Do you like it here?" he questioned. When she motioned for him to sit, he sat beside her, poking her knee with his pointer finger. "I’ve got Saw, or we can start light and do Friday the 13th." he suggested.

Nadia hadn't had enough time to actually decorate her place, so she found Elijahs dorm to be pretty well laid out. They'd talked about him not liking home before, but Nadia didn't want to pry into his personal life. "I'm sorry." She didn't want to ask about what happened between them, but she figured it wasn't good. "I mean, do you guys talk at all?" Nadia has always been close to her parents, so the thought of losing all contact with them was never something that crossed her mind. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." She shook her head, immediately regretting it. "I think so. I mean, it's a great school. I'm still trying to get to know everyone, I guess." Nadia wasn't really into being social, so she was surprised that Elijah actually gave her the time of day. "Do you have Halloween? It's October, you've gotta watch Halloween." 

I’m currently talking to you. Whoa, bet you didn’t see that one coming. That is a surprise to both me and you, to be honest. No, but seriously, nothing else. There’s music in the background but it’s all a blur. And you?

Wait, really? I had absolutely no clue. Dang, who would've thought? Music's a good thing, I mean, if it's a good artist. Right now, nothing. My weekends pretty boring, not like that's a surprise.

Nah, not really. I’m thinking about it now though. I’m mind-fucked. Thanks. 

You're welcome.

Um, I.. don’t know.

But really, have you thought about it? 

I never said you did. All I was saying is that the question you asked is the type of questions that normally come out a high person’s mouth when they’ve had a little too much ganja and a little too much thinking time.

So, is that compliment?

"Oh, whatever. Half of the people that ‘like’ probably think I’m a big, or just use me to get into places. I don’t even care though, Half of those bitches kiss my ass ‘cause they know better then to try something foul with me." Steph rolled her eyes a little. Stephanie had always put herself out there no matter what. She hated being in the background. But sometimes she wished she had bits of her sister’s personality. She was a lot more rational in situations, while Steph easily snapped for any little thing. "Don’t talk about my baby like that. She’s perfect for me. Not everyone wants a basic ass BMW." Shrugging her shoulders a little, Stephanie giggled at her sister. She thought it was funny how she got so uncomfortable. "What? It’s the truth. Don’t be a prude." Stephanie was no stranger in the sex department so it was funny to her how her sister acted as soon as the subject popped up. 

"You're so melodramatic, Steph." She laughed, rolling her eyes yet again. "You're a huge teddy bear beneath it all and everyone knows it." Nadia was glad that she was here with her. Not that Nadia couldn't take care of herself, but because Stephanie knew how to do it better. When Nadia needed her, she was always there. She didn't have to worry about being alone anymore. "Not everyone wants a pink BMW, either." Nadia was never big on materialistic things, but she couldn't blame her sister for wanting a car like that. After all, it was beautiful, and though Nadia could never drive it, she understood the appeal. Still, she hadn't had her parents send her car over, mostly because she didn't have a need for it yet. "I'm not a prude. Can we not talk about sex? It's not necessarily a sisterly conversation." She knew that Stephanie loved teasing her about it.

It’s a stoner-type question.

I've never smoked a day in my life.

Elijah wasn’t really planning on spending time with anyone tonight. Not that he was against the idea, of course. But if he was being honest, he never anticipated on making so many acquaintances at school. It wasn’t a bad thing of course, he was actually enjoying being around people who actually enjoyed talking to him. Still, he still felt ostracized and watched over; mostly because his sisters were still there breathing down his neck. But he was stoked to hang out with Nadia, despite the fact she was Winnie’s roommate, Elijah enjoyed her. She was sweet. At the knock, he moved to open up the door, brushing his fingers through his blonde hair as he saw her face. “Hey you. C’mon in.”

Smiling as he opened the door, she greeted him quickly, walking in and observing the place. "You have a pretty nice pad, dude." it was a lot like Nadia's, but it was a lot more comfortable than hers in her mind. Of course, she loved Parnell, but she missed the comfort of her own home. Luckily, she had her sister here, which made her feel a little more at home. "You like it here?" she asked, turning around to face him, cocking her head. He really was a nice guy, and she was glad that she'd made a friend here so fast. Walking over to the couch, she plopped down, patting the seat next to her. "So, what are we watching?" Nadia was never really a fan of horror movies, but seeing as Halloween was right around the corner, it was almost a right of passage to watch them.

Are you high, Nads?

Why does everyone think I'm high? It's a totally valid question, dude.

Is that a bad thing?