& i wake up every { e v e n i n g } ,, Eli//Caitie

[elliot yorke]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Eli Yorke was not a morning person, 'morning' being the name given to whatever time of the day he eventually rolled out of bed, because he had little idea of the actual hour. It was somewhere in the grey area between noon and late afternoon; a myriad of potential times stretched out further than he cared to examine. Of course, the alternative would simply be to go and find a clock, but he hadn't been awake long and his eyes were barely open as he reeled into the little café opposite the music store. He came here often, mostly because he liked their coffee, but also partly because it was so routine for him to stumble down to the mall and order a drink first thing after he'd rolled out of bed that it would be unthinkable to do anything else. A different café would have been such a break from routine that he didn't think his just-awake self would be able to handle it. The rest of his day would follow a completely random pattern, but 'mornings' had to be structured, because he was half-dead throughout them; without his body being on automatic and going through the motions, he dreaded to think what he'd end up doing before he switched himself on properly.

Five minutes after he'd ordered at the counter, he sat at a table near the door with his hands tight around a cup of espresso for warmth. Eli liked espresso. He knew where he was with a cup of espresso: it was a fairly simple coffee and it didn't try to pretend to be something it wasn't. Take a caffé mocha, for example. As far as Eli was concerned, that was one cofee that seriously needed to get over itself - it was just a load of frothy brown stuff in a cup, for God's sake. And he didn't even want to get himself started on a fucking macchiato. Taking a sip from the cup, he realized that the temptation at the moment was quite simply to put his head down on the sticky surface of the table and sleep; he needed this caffeine to kick in pretty quickly.

As usual, though, despite the exhaustion and the fact that he was looking sleepy and rumpled and certainly not his best, Eli was smiling. He was a generally happy person, and sitting here with his coffee and idly considering what he might do with the rest of his day was hardly taxing enough to wipe the smile off his face. He'd sit here for as long as it took to wake up properly and find the smallest scraps of motivation, and then he'd get up and go and see if he could find anyone. If not, he'd kick about by himself for a bit; it was fine - but first, of course, he had to drink his precious coffee. On that thought, he took another sip and watched the world going by outside the window. He felt that it was going to be a good day.

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WORDS,, 506
TAGGED,, Caitie
LYRICS,, Gives You Hell, All American Rejects
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[caitlyn o'shea]

`` YOU'RE SO GOOD AND YOU'RE SO BAD, AND EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE IN YOUR HAIR AND ,,
{ U N D E R your S K I N !

Caitie O'Shea's shopping trips were always simple. Formulaic, even. First, someone would call her and demand she came out with them for some item that was utterly useless, in her book. Then she'd find some excuse to wander off and escape to the nearest music store. They'd call her about five times to see where she'd gone, and she would of course ignore them. Then, when she was done looking at all the CDs she didn't have enough money for, Caitie would, inevitably, seek out a place to have coffee. Really, she was getting quite bored with the repetitiveness of it all.

Today, Caitlyn's lack of cash was even more prevalent than usual, and she'd wound up in what had to be the smallest Café for miles around. Not that it was a bad place to get coffee- in fact, Elliot had told her about it once, but it just... wasn't Starbucks. Oh, how Caitie loved Starbucks coffee. People could rant all they liked about it being overpriced and over-the-top, could complain as loudly as they pleased about the pointlessness of adding gallons of foam and cream to the drinks, but Caitie could honestly say she loved it. It might not be practical, and in ways it could even be pretentious, but it was also delicious and that was the whole point of coffee shops, after all.

Glancing at the clock on her iPod, she made her way to the counter to order her drink. Ten to one. She'd slipped away from Courtney at half twelve.That gave her at least an hour before her friend got bored of shopping and came looking for her. Lovely. Grinning, she took her Caramel Macchiato from the overly-flirty Barista before moving on to find an empty seat. That was when she saw him. Elliot. The guy was a good friend, though he always came across as slightly awkward around her somehow. Maybe he didn't approve of her recent habit of sleeping around? Oh well, no matter. If that was the case, Eli wasn't the first. And Caitlyn was sure he wasn't going to be the last.

"Hey," she beamed, approaching his table with a sheepish grin. "mind if I join you, Eli?" judging from the boy's dishevelled hair and clothes, and the slightly spaced-out look in his eye, maybe this wasn't such a great time. On second thoughts, he was probably just half asleep. Caitie smirked fondly at the thought. She, as well as most of their friends, knew that "Elliot Yorke" and "early start" weren't two things you were likely to find in a sentence together.

WORDS 431
TAG elliot
LYRICS ym@6 - kiss and tell
CREDIT LAURIE?! of CAUTION

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[elliot yorke]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Eli was jerked out of his reverie by someone's voice just above him, and his eyes snapped upwards to see who was speaking to him. Oh, great. Caitie O'Shea was standing above him, smiling and looking wide-awake and beautiful, and he was half-asleep with the cup of espresso clenched in his hand the only thing keeping him from laying his head on the table and going to sleep right here. But he was hardly going to tell her that no, she couldn't sit with him, so he endeavoured to inject a little more alertness into his composure and sat up slightly straighter.

"Sure you can sit there," he said at last, nodding towards the free seat opposite him. Those five words seemed to have drained his mental dictionary for now, though, because he found himself completely incapable of saying anything else and instead just sat where he was, sipping at his espresso and silently urging the caffeine to do something to wake him up. At last, he chose a few words of general conversation and blinked up at her over the rim of his coffee cup. "You at the mall for anything in particular?" he asked, as she sat down - but at that moment his attention, invariably so easily distracted, was caught by the coffee in her hand. "Is that a macchiato?" he asked suspiciously. "It is, isn't it? God, I don't know how you can drink those." His hand tightened almost protectively around the espresso he was holding; good, simple coffee: not trying to be something it wasn't. "Don't you think," he said at last, after a good few moments of shooting her coffee disapproving looks, "that it's just too complicated for its own good?" He knew he probably wasn't making much sense, but then he rarely did, so it wasn't really such a great departure from his usual self.

Jesus, Eli, Caitie O'Shea is sitting with you and all you can do is complain about her fucking coffee? He found himself reddening slightly, which was such an un-Eli thing to do that for a moment he didn't quite know where to look. Christ, at any other time of day he would have been quick and funny and relaxed in this situation, but right now he was stammering over the simplest of sentences and lecturing her on her coffee choices.

No, Eli Yorke was definitely not a morning person.

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WORDS,, 397
TAGGED,, Caitie
LYRICS,, Gives You Hell, All American Rejects
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[caitlyn o'shea]

`` YOU'RE SO GOOD AND YOU'RE SO BAD, AND EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE IN YOUR HAIR AND ,,
{ U N D E R your S K I N !

Perhaps Caitie mistook Eli's look of panic at her arrival for surprise brought on by the sudden appearance, or perhaps she was just getting used to guys giving her that look. Maybe it was something to do with the reputation she'd been getting lately- she couldn't tell. All she knew was that people she'd known for years were suddenly getting flustered around her, or sick at the sight of her. In a weird way, to begin with, it had been sort of amusing. Now, it was just annoying.. or rather, it was one of those inconvenient truths about her new life. Though Caitlyn tried not to show it, the constant judging was starting to wear thin. It could only stay amusing for so long. And that's what she naturally assumed Eli was doing now as he stared openly at her, sipping his espresso. Though, being Caitie, she did her best to ignore that.

"Nope, not really." she shrugged, stirring the top layer of foam on her drink and feeling the corners of her mouth twitch slightly into a grin, "Court wanted to get a new shirt for some party or other, but I got bored and came here instead." Caitie's shopping trip routine was common knowledge among her friends. Anyone who'd tried to get her to go shopping with them had fallen foul of her habit of sneaking off, so generally speaking she needn't explain when she ran into someone getting coffee. With Eli, though, it seemed necessary. The two barely saw each other outside of school, and when they did it was at parties, not out shopping. "I get bored with shopping real quickly." she told him, slurping at some of the froth in her up in a most unladylike manner.

"Um... yeah?" she blinked, confused, in reply to his question. He didn't see how she could drink them? Admittedly, the Macchiatos from here weren't the best in the world, but they were still all right. And they certainly shouldn't provoke such disgust on Elliot's part. "Is there any reason why I shouldn't?" Too complicated her arse. Wasn't the whole point of going out for coffee to get something more elaborate than the stuff you could make in your own home? "Nope, it's just complicated enough" she said with a small laugh, taking a deep gulp of the hot coffee to prove her point and accidentally scalding her tongue.

"Ow, fuck!" Caitie yelped, sticking out her throbbing tongue and wafting cool air at it with her hand. "Damn fancy-pants coffee, turning on me!" she laughed, winking at Eli. He seemed uncomfortable, somehow. Maybe he was just tired, she thought. Then again, maybe he hated her.

WORDS 443
TAG elliot
LYRICS ym@6 - kiss and tell
CREDIT LAURIE?! of CAUTION

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[elliot yorke]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

The atmosphere between them felt tense - or maybe that was just Eli's awkwardness around Caitie getting in the way. Whatever was causing it, he felt uncomfortable and sipped from his espresso to give him an excuse for not speaking; with any other girl, or even with Caitie at any other time of day, this would have been easy, funny, enjoyable - but right now he couldn't think of a word to say. At that moment, she took a sip of the coffee and burned herself, and the tension suddenly broke as she swore at it. He laughed, then realized she was hurt and tried instead to sound sympathetic midway through; what happened instead was that he sounded like he was choking on his own amusement. This impression was heightened when he actually did choke on the espresso that he had just sipped and the noise he had made deteriorated into a coughing fit.

When he had finally recovered, he looked up at her, grinning a little bit. "I told you not to drink that crap," he said, nodding at her cup. "It's even trying to kill you now. Should just stick with an espresso, like me. But then, after what just happened there..." He let his voice trail off, realizing that choking on the coffee was probably much closer to an attempted murder on its part than simply burning your tongue. God, what the fuck was he even thinking? Once again, his thoughts weren't making any sense at all; it was just lucky he was so tired, or else they'd probably have been spilling out of his mouth right now in a spew of verbal diarrhoea.

"Any plans for the rest of the day, then?" he asked instead, trying to force himself back to some level of normality. "Planning on meeting back up with Court, or have you totally abandoned her now?" Grinning at her over the rim of his cup, he thanked God that he was beginning to sound relatively normal, and that the initial painfully awkward atmosphere was starting to evaporate.

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WORDS,, 341
TAGGED,, Caitie
LYRICS,, Gives You Hell, All American Rejects
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION