Jamming (Eli, open)

There is one thing he would like to know. What did this happen? A lot of things had happened to him. The first time he had had sex, the time he crashed his car through the school hall 'by accident' and even the first time he was on stage and sang his heart out. None of that could possibly bring him down to performing the lowest of the lowest. And that was folding laundry. Thayer was out doing - um - something and Eli said he would do the washing. What did he say that? He didn't do washing. Folding was hard enough but he was just lucky that washing machines had big buttons to tell him what to do otherwise he would be screwed. He was folding up one of his 'Simple Plan' t-shirts as he sat on the ground with an open blue flannel button up, jeans and with no socks and no undershirt. He obviously looked like he was in for a boring afternoon in the dorm.

Putting a pile to the side, he wondered. He had music on in the background from his Ipod and he had the TV on MTV. He was missing something. Something essential, to make the day a little bit less dull. That was pizza with no cheese unless you wanted him to shoot himself up to the moon like a rocket. Lactose intollerant crap. Getting up from the ground, he hurried into the kitchen to the left over pizza in the fridge from one of Thayer and Eli's 'too-lazy-to-cook-or-go-anywhere' moods which consisted of pizza and like four bottles of coke. Putting it in the microwave he waited patiently until he heard a knock at the door. Visitors today, now this just ain't right. Stepping over piles of clothes, he got to the door. His shirt was barely hanging off his body now so he either looked like he had been date-raped or that he was busy. Pick one.

Unlocking the three locks that were on the door, he twisted the nob and pulled it open. He was expecting maybe Kyra or Claire or one of the band members. Instead he had pretty and brunette. "Uh, hi".He wasn't too sure who she was or what she wanted but he really couldn't remember her. It was just blank - wait - no. It was the prettiest girl in school, now he remembered. He heard all about her in music. Apparently she is pretty good with her lungs and some 'guy-talk'. Some seriously disturbing shit but at least some info non-the-less. "Oh - uh - Shannon right?". Wrong dickhead, but we will get to that later?

She seemed nice enough. He didn't remember anyone calling her a bitch, so she must be okay. He smiled at her, trying not to look kind of stressed or - well - impatient. Her eyes traveled up his body, looking kind of confused as to what he was up to. At first he was like 'dude, is she checking me up. tots barking up very wrong tree'. Then he realized. The shirt was open, hanging over a shoulder and he hadn't even noticed. Yes, he looked like a slut. It wasn't shame but pure hope that she wouldn't take him as some kind of sex maniac at two o'clock in the afternoon. Grabbing both sides of the shirt, he pulled them over his chest. "What, no. No - - no, I was doing laundry. Just doing .... laundry". I'm not a slut, I'm not a slut, I'm not a slut. Hopes of telepathic messaging never really work.

Also he got her name wrong. Eli Diastone is now a snobby slut! He shook his head, feeling like a dip shit and then looked back up to her. "Uh, sorry. Kind of scatter brained. I'm Eli by the by". Holding out his hand for her to take, he smiled friendly. She seemed cool anyways. Not snobby or hating on him that he didn't know her name. Well he shouldn't anyway, he had never met this chick before. She was probably friends with Claire anyways, she is usually hanging around these kind of girls. The pretty kinds with good attitudes. They were kind of admirable. Lowering his hand after, he stuck his hands in her pockets. The smile remained, he didn't really know what to do.

He got her proposition. He was in a band dude, no wonder she heard that. And he did rock, just so you know. He had the bands practice set in his room anyways and Thayer wasn't home so it was all good. "Yeah? I heard you have a pre' good voice too. But yeah, come in. Just excuse the mess, my room mates a slob". Yes, let's blame it on the roommate. Stepping to the side against the door, he provided room for her to scoot on past. Also, it was a girl. He always got along with them and something even better - no strings attached.

Okay, it was inevitable now. She probably thought he was a slut towards how twitchy she put that. His smiled gaze looked down slightly in a bit of doubt. This wasn't the best first impression he had ever had. But he decided to handle the situation he how he handled most awkward ones; with a joke. "Ah, well when you come in please excuse my bitches and hoes". He smirked as he crossed his arms and his shoulder leant against the doorway as he looked towards her. It suited because right now he looked like a sleezy farmer boy with a little bit more charm then its worth. "Don't worry, it's just been one of those mornings. Like the 'not-caring-what-I-look-like-so-shirt-adjustment-is-forgotten' kind of deal". He said casually and then proceeded to move.

Okay, she knew his name. At least that part was less awkward now. It easy and when the band was spoke of, being the singer he was usually pieced out. 'Dude, did you see Eli and the Broken-Hearted Bastards?' It didn't bother him but he had to admit, at times he really was a broken hearted bastard. His last relationship, his boyfriend banged the next door neighbour and if Eli didn't hear a name getting screamed he wouldn't have known. Bobby Chase; that son of a bitch! Hence why he chose that name. "Oh, okay". She moved past him as he waited for her to pass and then shut the door. He couldn't be bothered locking it again. Like three locks man, how draining.

She told him about the topics he studied, and it made him cringe. He wasn't really the most intellectual butterfly that fluttered around this campus. He was much more into practical stuff so therefore music is a good alternative. Screw math, but when she revealed it was boring he rose an eyebrow. "Yeah, I can see how that could be boring. Nothing against you if your into that stuff but for me - geology and history sounds like a friggin nightmare". He smirked and moved over to the couch and pulled off some of his jeans and a lap top and tossed them onto his bed so she could sit. Standing sucked and he knew this. Also took some of the awkward tension of the air.

Awkwardness increased whenhe found out she was Kyra's room mate. And he thought that history was a bad dream. Kyra was queen bitch and she knew it, and Eli couldn't stand it. If she wants to be superior, fine. Just don't be a bitch while your at it. "I know Kyra, and not talking to her much isn't a terribly bad thing you know". Sitting on the arm-rest of the couch, he started to button up his shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone, his chain cross dangling against his skin. Shannelle continued to talk about the messiness of her brother. It was a guy thing obviously; gay or not. "Hmm. So what do you have in mind. I'm up for anything". He had a guitar in its stand, a folded up electric drumkit, a base and others under his bed. Everything you would need for a good jam.

Now this just made him feel even more like a complete douche. Revealing that she was joking, the puzzeled guy rose both eye brows innocently. What could he say? Oh, good one. Now get the fuck out of my house! No way he could say that, but it was an exaggerated thought anyway. She had got him, so he took it like a man and let her past as she accepted his excuse for not caring about his appearance. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was just because most of the time there wasn't much use. He may be gay but he is not metrosexual. When he goes out clubbing and such, the situation changes greatly though.

He planted himself on his bed as he looked across at her on the couch. It was admirable about her plan. He gave her a smile. If that is what she wants to do then good for her. He wasn't practical either, but he wanted to reach to the stars as a serious musician. His parents and sometimes even his sister would insist that it was insane, and not everyone makes it in Entertainment LA. But he thought differently, you follow your dreams. "Sounds good. The furthest I have been was - Hawaii and it rained for ten days straight. It was shit. But good for you, I hope it goes well". This is Eli being sincere and kind. It's pretty cute right? But he had to smirk at the end about the boringness. In his mind, he could see those subjects as the boringest of the boring; unless your actually going to use it for something. This chick had her head screwed on right.

Now he knew what she had to do. Shannelle had to live with Kyra for just a bit longer until she will see the claws and the friggin horns on the chicks head. By the amount of shit she had tossed onto Trinity over the years, Eli's restraint on attacking her like a fucking monkey was wearing thin. Not that he would hit a girl, but the matrix action scenarios would flood through his mind for a bit. "That makes one of us. Kyra clashes with my sister a lot. I don't get to friendly when people mess with my people". He smirked with a nod before the decided to properly get down to business.

Luckily for them, an acoustic sat in the corner next to his bed. Maybe it would be fun to have a quiet jam, maybe pass over the strings to this chicka to see what she has got. "Well yeah. My and a few peops from my music class do gigs over LA. Mostly at LA Fever and stuff. You know, I think they will like you. You should meet them some time". He gave her a warm smile before pondering. Humming in thought, he quickly rose and moved over to his steal string. A song laid drapped on it and he flicked it off before picking it up. "Thayer is a messy kid". He covered before moving over to hand it to her. "So, what songs can you play? Hopefully something in the alternative grunge rock style?".

At least she had decency. Apparently his pokerface of not being a prick wasn't that strong, because she appologized. He gave her a half grin, showing that it was okay. If they did become friends and ten years from now, they would laugh there asses off about it. 'So how did you and Eli meet?' 'Oh, um. He opened the door looking like a slut doing the walk of shame'. A great story to be told. A story of awkward uncomfortableness but that was passed them, now it was the session on the couch. It was less awkward there, with Eli laughing. Adjusting his shirt a bit more, kind of paranoidly now, he wondered. That summer Trinity had brought only summer gear. She had got a cold and suffered from that for like three weeks straight after the holiday. "Yeah, neither did I".

The band make it. It was a dream, a long shot but still a dream. He was on his second year in his music course and after that, he hoped that he could probably get signed to a record company or something. That was a hope anyways. He wasn't exactly sure about what the future held for him, or if it held anything at all. But he could dream. "Thanks. I hope". He smiled and looked down. Dreams don't always come true.

The discussion of Kyra wasn't really a happy chappy convo but it was kind of interesting. She was such a bitch and if she didn't expect for people to talk about her then she was severely naive. "Well, I kind of wouldn't mind if she got her ass handed to her. Not violence exactly, but to be shown that the whole entire screwed up world doesn't specifically revolve around Kyra Chamberlain. Her and my sister are kind of in the same clique and - he has given her a lot of shit. It doesn't sit well with me". It really didn't. Trinity was the sweetest chick in the world, and Kyra made her feel the exact opposite. In a way in the back of his mind, he wanted to remind himself of something. To make sure that Kyra does not influence this chick in any way.

Smoke on the water was one of the first chordal songs that Eli had ever learnt. It wasn't a difficult song, and it was classic. Like Classic Rock classic. Like the back of the musical graveyard classic. But he was cool with it, and handing her the guitar he sat back on the couch, swinging an arm over the back and waiting for her. He had a feeling that she probably won't be that bad. If not, maybe he could teach her a thing or two.

Shannelle was getting an A++ in flatery. She made him feel less lazy and mopey on a boring day and more cheery and motivated. She was cute towards him and the band. Confession is that he usually worried constantly about the band. Were they shit? How can they be better? Will they make it to the top? Usual things that ran throught Eli's mind. The band was a big thing in his life. That, school and partying that is. Music is basically his existence and if he doesn't have success in that, then he wouldn't have anything. When she said that, he gave her a warm smile and a nod. Everything would be okay - hopefully.

She hadn't seen Kyra the way he had. She was new apparently, or hadn't had much to do with the football aspect of college or been in the weary halls of the school because it isn't fun. He remembered Kyra having flirt sessions with Eli but being that Eli is gay, it made life much more funny. Then when she found out, she was a little hoe. He hated her for that. But his angry spot for Kyra mostly manifested on the way she treated his sister. Shannelle didn't know, and he hoped that Kyra wouldn't have a bitchy influence on her room mate. ''Well, suit yourself lucky. The further away you are from her whorible attitude the happier you will be. And with my sister, it's just little things. The way she treats her, the fact that she deliberately flirts with my sister's boyfriend and just some stuff over the years. But for now - let's forget about Kyra for a bit''. With the name temporarily deleted from his mind, he decided to turn his attention back to the matter at hand.

He felt so stupid now. He just grabbed a guitar, but probably made her feel so awkward. Especially if she is just learning. He wanted to junk-punch himself, and when she said that he shook his head. What an idiot he was? But when she said piano, he turned his head towards his bed. Did he? Oh yes he did. A smile rose on his face as he shot towards his bed and pulled out a chordless keyboard. It was in pretty good condition since it is rare that BHB actually use keys in there performances. So it looked pretty good. With a strong arm he reefed it out from under the bed, swinging it onto two arms and lowered it onto the floor. "Ask and you shall receive babe". He smirked as he grabbed the guitar and sat it on his lap, appegiating a few random chords as he looked to Shannelle. "How about a love song then". He smiled towards the brunette, even though he could see there was more to this girl then meets the eye.