Text: *eyeroll* ah, where would you be without your arrogance? :P
Text: Now why would I do that when I’m sitting here texting my wonderful boyfriend? :P
Text: I’m doing alright, just laying here. I’m exhausted, ahaha. You? :)
Eli opened his gift, taking out a new Dead Hand shirt that he had seen in the mall last week. He told her that he was going to get it later, but she obviously took that matter in her own hands, and it warmed his heart that she remembered the little things he said (and then mentally scolded himself for sounding like a girl). He was about to thank her for it, when two slips of paper fell out of the shirt. Curious, he picked them up. “You’re joking,” he said. A wide smile graced his face and he met her eyes again. “I get to see them in band again?! This is the best, Clare!”Clare smiled at the excitement in his eyes, internally sighing in relief when he seemed to genuinely love what she had gotten him.
“I got two tickets so you can drag Adam along,” she said.
“Uh-uh, I’m not taking Adam this time. I think it’s time for you to witness the magic of a Dead Hand concert,” Eli told her, wrapping her up in a hug before she could respond.
“Oh god,” she said as she was squeezed. “If my eardrums get blown out, I’m blaming you.” She had never actually been to a concert, but she knew that they were loud if nothing else. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him back, kissing his cheek.
“It’ll be fun, I swear,” Eli promised, smiling wide.
“If I’m with you, I’m sure it will be,” Clare replied, pulling back from their embrace. “Merry Christmas, Eli.”
Eli opened his gift, taking out a new Dead Hand shirt that he had seen in the mall last week. He told her that he was going to get it later, but she obviously took that matter in her own hands, and it warmed his heart that she remembered the little things he said (and then mentally scolded himself for sounding like a girl). He was about to thank her for it, when two slips of paper fell out of the shirt. Curious, he picked them up. “You’re joking,” he said. A wide smile graced his face and he met her eyes again. “I get to see them in band again?! This is the best, Clare!”Clare smiled at the excitement in his eyes, internally sighing in relief when he seemed to genuinely love what she had gotten him.
“I got two tickets so you can drag Adam along,” she said.
“Uh-uh, I’m not taking Adam this time. I think it’s time for you to witness the magic of a Dead Hand concert,” Eli told her, wrapping her up in a hug before she could respond.
“Oh god,” she said as she was squeezed. “If my eardrums get blown out, I’m blaming you.” She had never actually been to a concert, but she knew that they were loud if nothing else. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him back, kissing his cheek.
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Clare rolled her eyes good-naturedly and watched him as he opened it. She was a little nervous. What ifs raced through her mind. What if he didn’t like it? What if it was too much? Too little? What if she had been completely off. The Dead Hand WAS his favorite band, right? She was so sure before…but now… She told herself to stop. There was no use in being worrisome.Eli smiled warmly at Clare, taking the bag and playfully shaking it. “You know, you didn’t have to get me anything…” he began, watching as she immediately began to protest. Amused, he put his finger to her lips, shushing anything she was about to say as he continued. “But I’m glad you did. I love presents.” He smiled wickedly, sending a wink her way as he opened it.
Eli opened his gift, taking out a new Dead Hand shirt that he had seen in the mall last week. He told her that he was going to get it later, but she obviously took that matter in her own hands, and it warmed his heart that she remembered the little things he said (and then mentally scolded himself for sounding like a girl). He was about to thank her for it, when two slips of paper fell out of the shirt. Curious, he picked them up. “You’re joking,” he said. A wide smile graced his face and he met her eyes again. “I get to see them in band again?! This is the best, Clare!”
Clare smiled at the excitement in his eyes, internally sighing in relief when he seemed to genuinely love what she had gotten him.
“I got two tickets so you can drag Adam along,” she said.
Clare rolled her eyes good-naturedly and watched him as he opened it. She was a little nervous. What ifs raced through her mind. What if he didn’t like it? What if it was too much? Too little? What if she had been completely off. The Dead Hand WAS his favorite band, right? She was so sure before…but now… She told herself to stop. There was no use in being worrisome.Eli smiled warmly at Clare, taking the bag and playfully shaking it. “You know, you didn’t have to get me anything…” he began, watching as she immediately began to protest. Amused, he put his finger to her lips, shushing anything she was about to say as he continued. “But I’m glad you did. I love presents.” He smiled wickedly, sending a wink her way as he opened it.
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where have you been?: staygoldeneli: clarabellediane: staygoldeneli: He hopped out of bed,…
He hopped out of bed, grabbing the tiny, light blue gift bag and handing it to her. “You go first!”
Clare laughed at his enthusiasm, her stomch jolting as she took the small blue bag. A smile smile remained on her lips as she…
Eli sighed, relieved that she liked it. He wouldn’t admit this to her, but he had spent all day yesterday and the better part of today bugging his mom, asking her if she thought Clare would like it. She of course assured him that Clare would love it, but he continued to doubt himself until now. “You’re welcome, I’m so glad you like it,” he said, pulling her in for a sweet, short kiss.
Clare smiled when they pulled away, a little nervous about giving Eli his own gift. She had never liked picking things out for people; most of her gifts consisted of gift cards or money inside of a hallmark card. It was just easier that way, and no one was ever disappointed. But she knew several weeks ago that Eli was different, that she had to put thought into what she finally decided on. She knew that to him, the thought really was the most important thing, and she hoped hers was as good as everyone reassured her.
“Your turn,” she said, kissing him again before locating his present that she had set on his dresser, turning, and handing him a medium sized red bag.
