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Elijah noticed he had finished eating (more like inhaling) long before his host had. He looked up, his denim eyes showing the pity he felt for Evie. The young man nodded silently, setting his jaw. It wasn't like he could give her advice. Not only was his commentary unwanted, he was just blatantly inexperienced in the realm of achieving dreams. He had never wished for anything huge like becoming a veterinarian. Sure, he had the five-year old days of hoping to become a firefighter and what not, but his drive to succeed didn't fall into his later years. He still wanted to help people, so he aimed for something far more general. A personal trainer, for instance. Elijah was perfectly aware of how he couldn't land advice about relationships, either. He'd been in a few insignificant relationships in the past, and even a few one-night stands. Nothing more, nothing less. As serious as Evie's? Not at all. Had he wanted one as serious as her's? Absolutely. As his maturity grew and his drive for recklessness shrank, he began to unknowingly yearn for a firm-standing relationship. Elijah was just about to reflect deeper into his own psyche, but he was pulled from the downward spiral.
"I might take home a little. God knows my mother has a myriad of foreign foods prepared." The young man chuckled lightly, trying to form a genuine grin with his recently frowning lips. "Dessert? Are you kidding? Serve me up!" He exclaimed, putting an effort in to lighten the weighted mood.
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//Elijah slightly opened one eye, noticing sunlight filter through his hastily shut blinds. As he carefully opened the other, he became aware of his surroundings and concluded that he was in his living room, stretched out on the couch with a blanket tightly encasing his body. The young man turned over, drawn to the quiet hum of voices. His television was on the sports channel, some sort of golf tournament clearly playing with the volume low.

That's probably why I fell asleep in the first place.

Elijah turned back over, his broad shoulders filling out the frame of the couch. Dark blue eyes disappeared behind soft eyelids, and before he knew it, he was dosing off once more. The A/C made a click and whirred on, creating a peaceful atmosphere with it's white-noise.
Ding, dong.
"Hmmph?" He made a questioning noise, turning over. Elijah became more alert, realizing that noise was the doorbell, and that someone was most likely at his door. "Who..mmm...Who's there?" The young man mumbled. He rolled over once more, expecting his feet to land on the floor, but due to his sleepy haze, he had forgotten that he was cocooned in a blanket. His eyes shot open, watching helplessly as the carpeted floor sped towards his face. A shocked noise escaped him, but it was cut off as he impacted with a dull thud, the left side of his body slamming against the coffee table.
"Sh*t." Elijah groaned, wiggling out from the blanket and propping himself up against the couch. (Are you sensitive to cursing? Because I could star them out or simply not do it at all. It's just a part of his personality, so I tried to portray that)
"Hold on, I'm coming!" The young man called, standing to his socked feet. He slumped over to the door, pulling up his pants. Elijah looked down, noticing that he was wearing plaid boxers and a fitting black shirt. Oh, he thought, looking around for some pants. Well, since he at some point took off his pants, he had to have put them somewhere. He jogged over to the couch, quickly spotting some knee-length shorts. He snatched them up and stepped into them, jogging back over the door and not caring to fix his unruly dark brown locks.
Elijah raised a hand, placing it on the doorknob and twisting, the door swinging open in the process. He looked up to see a ginger-haired woman standing on his porch. Evangeline.
"Hey," Elijah grinned, casually leaning his shoulder against the door frame. [/fancypost]

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//Oh, same here lol. By the way, just out of curiosity, where exactly do they live? Like city, state?

//Elijah shrank his wide grin to a soft smile, listening to her words.
"A golf tournament came on." The young man explained, lightly chuckling. "I think that can speak for itself." He quickly gave her a once-over, starting at her red converse and ending at her seemingly flawless copper locks. He'd never been one for the ginger type, but she had changed his whole outlook of it. She fit it perfectly. If anybody and put her side-by-side with a brunette or a blonde, he would have picked her.
To be friends with, of course, he quickly amended, becoming aware of his own thoughts. Elijah snapped to attention, realizing that his eyes were lingering a few seconds too long. A light discoloration rose to the crown of his cheekbones, but he quickly stifled his thoughts, causing his skin to return to it's fairly tan shade.
He looked up just in time to see a feminine hand reaching towards him, and he almost stepped back, a little startled. However, the hand that he realized belonged to Evangeline began to change it's course, moving to the top of his head. Elijah relaxed once more, his small smile subconsciously stretching back into a grin. An amused expression fell upon her face as her fingers teased his unruly hair back into place, and he found himself returning her the same look.
"Oh," He chuckled, a little flustered. "Forgot about that." Elijah returned to his habit and began to scratch the back of his neck.
A fair? He'd been to a fair once. Rather, a beer festival. Not to mention in Germany.
Like the carnival rides and what not? With those... what do you call them? He knew there was one on a pier in Chicago. Oh, a Ferris wheel.
"Sure, I'll tag along." Elijah replied cheerfully, however he added, "Although, I'm a little surprised that you aren't going with Kyle."
However, knowing that it was a touchy subject with her, he decided to move on from it. He looked down once more at what he was wearing due to her comment.
"Oh, true." Elijah said, stepping back into his home. "Here, come on in and just give me about five minutes." He winked at her playfully, turning and walking down his hallway, taking an abrupt left to walk up his wooden staircase. His house really was average and small, but it still had a upstairs. Well, a small upstairs.

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Elijah swung open his bedroom door, walking over to his dresser. He pulled out some khaki pants, along with a tightly fitted t-shirt. Slipping the items on, he turned to open his closet door, swiping a casual, navy button-up shirt from a hanger. The young man shrugged it on, adjusting the material as it seemingly stuck to his broad shoulders. He secured only a few of the buttons down the middle, barely taking a glance at the full-length mirror propped against his wall as he walked past and into the bathroom. Elijah pulled a wide-toothed comb through his very dark brown hair, setting it back down and picking up a toothbrush to brush his teeth. When he was finished, he scooped up water in his curved palms and rinsed, drying his face and hands with a hand towel. The young man walked out, grabbing his keys and his cell phone before turning and jogging back down the stairs, almost slipping due to his socked feet.
"Ready?" Elijah chirped, grinning earnestly. He walked over to the front door, slipping on some Vans. He looked down, noticing their different taste in shoes. Chuckling lightly, Elijah grabbed a dark grey beanie from one of the hooks, slipping it over his head. He swung open the door, performing a gesture with his arm that said, "ladies first." [/fancypost]

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They approached the open garage, and he stood in his driveway, beginning to feel a little self-conscious. It went away quickly, though. It was just Evangeline, after all. He blinked at his red, 97' Ford pickup, sighing.
"Well, it's not much, but it gets the job done." Elijah joked, grinning once more. All of his self-conciousness seemed to melt away as he walked over to the passenger side, holding the car door open for her. (For the sake of posting, I'm just going to assume she does so)
He softly closed the door as she sat down on the upholstery passenger seat. Jogging to the other side, he hoping the driver's cabin, unintentionally slamming the door shut. Elijah glanced over at Evie, flashing her a charming grin. He then turned back and put the keys into the ignition, pressing the 'stop' pedal and twisting until the 97' Ford sputtered to life.
Elijah rolled out of his driveway and onto the street, calmly driving down until they found themselves on the main neighborhood road.
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Elijah quickly returned his attention to the small, slightly gravelly road. He inhaled deeply, holding it for a few moments, then releasing. He had to get a grip on his emotions. He knew he was a man, and that this was bound to happen, but he also knew he could control it to a certain degree. But did he want to? If she didn't already, he wanted her to know how beautiful she was. Help her with her esteem. Then again, an amazing woman like her should already know how beautiful she was. Right? She probably got plenty of compliments from her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. She had a boyfriend. One whom, in his opinion, happened to be a complete and total asshole.
Elijah inhaled and spoke. "I realize I said I would stop talking about things I didn't understand, but something I do understand is men." He began, keeping his dark blue eyes on the road. "How certain..." The young man trailed off, deciding to start in a different way. "How are y'all?"[/fancypost]

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"Evie..." The young man murmured, offering her a sad, dark blue gaze. "Haven't you already guessed...?" Elijah trailed off, executively deciding not to step over the line any further. He looked away as the Ford rolled into a dirt parking area surrounded by hay. Elijah stepped out, rounding the front of the truck and holding open the passenger door for her, a large, deft hand outstretched to her aid. With his hand firmly secured around hers, he helped her down and shut the door, sauntering over to one of the carnival entrances. The young man suddenly realized that his hand was still intertwined in hers. He quickly let go, scratching the back of his neck. Elijah looked at his shoes, slightly flustered. Purposely not looking to see her reaction, he gazed at all the activity that was going on in front of him.
"Hey," Elijah spoke in his deep tone, catching her attention. "Let's finish out this day right, okay?" His expression was soft and understanding.
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Elijah laughed heartily, and not a chuckle at that, but a laugh, as they came to a steady stop.
"I think I'll stand by on this one, captain." He commented, scratching the back of his neck. The young man watched her come to life at the sight of the animals, their very presence seemingly melting away all of her concerns and troubles. He stood next to her idly as she scooped a handful of pellets, looking around for which animals to feed. He almost missed her comment about the baby chickens, as he was far too fascinated with her bubbly manner.[/fancypost]

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