T I T A N I U M

yep, you read right, i'm moving!

after some consideration, i've decided to archive this blog and move to another. it's been nearly three years since i created my elena, and it's been a hell of a ride. however, at this point, i'm not really sure who's still with me, who's a ghost blog, and some other organizational things that i'd started to nitpick. so, with that in mind, i decided to do this before i reached a milestone which i felt could be pretty inaccurate given the circumstances i mentioned before. to make it easy to refollow me, i'll be keeping my same url, so feel free to follow me on my new page

[text]: THEN YOU WILL NOT GET TO SEE MY TITS TONIGHT OR IN THE NEAR FUTURE YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD

[text]: I was told that I need a reference for my blow job skills. Be expecting a phone call tomorrow.

[text]: I'd apply for another job, but "staring out windows crying" is not a hot qualification right now.

[text]: the back of my hand read, "say no to drugs." my palm read, "say yes to shots." when the fuck did I write that?

[text]: He gave me the "I've pictured you while jerkin off" look

[text]: I'm just that drunk tells people I love them or wants to set them on fire. Accept that.

[text]: Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you let me pee in the grass while barking? And also, how many of you have videos?

[text]: Frankly, since I met you, I practically exist in a state of constant readiness for sex

[text]: was it me or did you scream 'champagne motherfucker' when you punched him in the face ??

[text]: They were arguing about who would hit the piñata first so naturally you tore it open with your hands. You broke the piñata and their hearts.

[text]: New rule: gentleman callers are required to bring me gifts of beer when coming over to court you. Tell the monster jam dudes so they know.

[text]: Was my shirt on fire at any point last night? Because I'm fairly sure my shirt was on fire.

[text]: its gotten to the point where if her hand isn't on my butt i think we're in a fight

[text]: I came back and almost ran over two people passed out in my driveway I've never met before in my life

[text]: At least I tried to be smart when I brought the alarm clock into the bathroom just in case I fell asleep.

[text]: It was like watching porn, except it was in real life, and it was starring two of your best friends.

[text]: You are a magnificent human being. I love you from head to toe. This wine is DELICIOUS.

[text]: 'go have sex with her' does not count as wingman

[text]: someone left their shoes, a resume, and a pizza in the shower... i am actually speechless

[text]: You were outside cuddling a rock singing Bohemian Rhapsody.

[text]: Be sure to let me know if your relationship crumbles so I can resume hitting on you

[text]: Do you ever just look at me and get embarrassed?

[text]: Who gets call-your-ex-from-4-years-ago drunk on a Thursday??

[text]: You know how I told you I don't have many naked pics? Apparently that changed last night.

“Well on the one hand I’m happy to be home and happy that I don’t have to go back anymore…” His gaze settling on hers for a few moments as he took the glass from her before a frown creased his features and he had to look away. “But on the other I’m not happy some of my mates didn’t get to make it back. I wish they could still be here to be able to come home to their families and loved ones.”

When she finally got outside to cool off and sat down on the porch, she picked up her phone, sending off drunken texts messages to friends. It was never a good idea to drink and text. You wound up doing crazy things. Like sending drunken messages to your ex-boyfriend for example.

By the time she had returned the pancakes were cooking on the stove and the coffee was brewing in the pot. He sneaked a glance over at her before his gaze returned back to the task at hand. “That’s a complicated answer. Though I suppose yes and no.”

Madeline didn’t know after what shot it was that she was being helped up onto the table, letting her brown hair loose from it’s normal ponytail and her body sway to the music. She can hear the hoots and hollering all around her but she’s too far gone to really notice or care about her behavior.  

Slowly he let a smile form on his lips at her words and he let his eyes meet hers again if only for a few moments. “Well I shall have pancakes and coffee ready for you for when you come back out.”  

“I’ll drink to that.” Mads smiled, turning her attention away from Elena for a moment to ask Jake to go and get them all some more shots. It only took him a few minutes but she hardly noticed the time as she talked among her friends and he laid out another tray of drinks before them. “Bottoms up everyone.” She said, picking up another shot and a lime from the tray.  Chances were she wouldn’t remember tonight tomorrow at the rate she was going.

While Elena moved closer towards him, he stayed still in his military stance, afraid of letting himself get near to her again. “Thanks. I made a promise I’d come back. I’m glad I could keep it.” That promise hadn’t always been an easy one to keep but sure enough here he was and he wasn’t going anywhere again anytime soon. “Yea. I mean I figured you and Maddy would both be hungry when you woke up so I figured I’d make some pancakes or something. It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten to cook.”  

Mads had to admit that Elena’s enthusiasm was contagious though. She could feel her energy seeping into her as she passed her two shots and she took each one into her own hands. “Hell yeah. Cheers.” She said, clinking her glasses against the brunette before downing the shots one after the other as those in the group around them began cheering them on.

He sets his mind to the task of making pancakes when he hears his name being called and his hand freezes midair with the egg still in hand before it even reaches the bowl. Sooner or later he knows he’s going to have to face her. Setting the egg down onto the counter he walks the short distance into view of her, but maintains what still is a good distance apart between them.

“My flight got in this morning so I took the bus here. I just got in a little while ago.” His eyes flitted from her gaze and then respectively to the floor as all she was wearing was a sheet around her body. 2 years ago he would have looked at her a lot differently but now he couldn’t bring himself to look at her the same way no matter how much he wanted too. “I came to see if you wanted breakfast.”

But tonight her goal was to drink and not give a fuck about anything else. At least not until morning. She drank the drinks her boyfriend Jake gave her in record time, ignoring his tease to slow down before she broke away from him to spend time with her roomie. Mads had the whole night to spend between everyone here at the party anyway.

“Don’t worry I’ll catch up soon enough.” Mads replied with a smile of her own as she found a space for them in the already crowded party. She pushed away the thoughts of what Mike and Jeremy surely would have thought of what they were doing as she watched Elena come back with shots for the two of them in hand.

The moment the doctor gives him the all clear he’s on the first plane back home. It’s a long journey from the plane ride to the bus that takes him straight to Whitmore College that very morning. He’s finally home and can see his family again but it’s his sister he wants to see before anyone else, his parents can wait awhile. Slinging his bag above his shoulder he walks through the campus grounds and towards the apartments, letting himself in with the key that she had given him.

He’s greeted by darkness and silence, a sure sign that everyone is sound asleep around him. Mike wanted to surprise his sister, that and he wasn’t sure what time he’d be getting in and he knew she’d wait the whole entire time and then some for him and he wanted her to just be able to go about her day and he’d see her when he saw her. Setting down his things, he made his way towards her bedroom quietly to check on her, she was passed out and by the smell of it had been drinking hard. That was definitely something he’d have to talk to her about later.

Making his way back to the kitchen, he worked on making all of them breakfast. He may not have been in this kitchen really at all but when it came to cooking his sister was like him and so it wasn’t at all hard to find where she had put what. What was hard was the few minutes it took to walk himself to Elena’s bedroom, knocking lightly before opening the door to ask her if she wanted any breakfast. He didn’t know what he was expecting and yes he really should have just left it be but instead he found himself standing there mouth agape as he saw her there laying there in bed with another man. “Oh shit sorry. My bad.” He quickly muttered, backing out of the room and closing the door behind him.