ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ [ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛᴀ, ɢᴀ ]
ᴘᴏᴠ [ 3ʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ]

𝙾𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝
↳ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚅𝚒𝚎𝚠

"can i hear somethin you've written?" santana asked elijah who peered at her through his glasses.

"why?" he asked her and she scrunched her nose slightly at his response.

"whatchu mean why? i just wanna know if you as good as everybody say you are." she said and shrugged her shoulders.

"who is everybody?" elijah asked as he dodged her initial question.

"our professors literally talk about your work all the time, from what i hear you could be the next shakespeare or lorraine hansberry if you were to start play writes." she told him and shrugged once more.

"but come on just read me somethin, it could anything." she said trying to get something out of him and truthfully, santana was really interested in his writing although she hadn't read anything of his.

there was something about elijah that had her in a tight hold. even though he was secretive with his work she liked how much he loved it.

over their time together elijah always had a book or a journal, so if he wasn't reading he was writing well except when his attention was diverted to her.

santana snapped from her conscience as elijah began to speak, the word effortlessly flowing while he read her one of his personal favorites.

"isolation. to be in an act of solitude where one is all alone. his, her, or their thoughts surrounding them like a tempest which holds one back." he started and wanted to stop then and their.

nobody but some of his professors and mother had read or heard anything he's written personally, because everything else was under an anonymous writer which was what he liked about the art of literature. feelings and thoughts can be shared through somebody completely nameless and the effect of their words are just as powerful as an author who's well known or has a true identity.

"isolated is how i grew up and the need to be solus was who i became. slowly my liveliness withdrew and the pleasure of being innocent faded."

"i grew closer to the darkness than the light and i was used to the new comfortable. isolation." as he finished santana was in a slight daze.

the effect of just listening to elijah talk for a period of time made her feel all fuzzy inside. it wasn't just the slight base or small accent in his voice but it was also the things he did while he spoke.

subtle eye contact which made her put her head down every time, and if the two were talking about something late at night she would feel his eyes watching her lips and that drove her mad, in a good way of course.

it was simply the small things that ran her over the edge and she enjoyed the internal flutters it gave her, yet the both of them ignored every single sign of attraction due to fear.

the fear of relations more than friends, of course there's no set time or rule when it came to;two people being together but they both believed that something as pure as a pair coming together should be done without restraint.

"i like that." santana spoke softly as their silence was broken.

"it's probably my favorite ones i've written." elijah told her.

"why?" santana asked out of curiosity.

"it reminds me of why i started writin in the first place." he said and closed his books before sitting it on the coffee table.

"well.." santana trailed off urging him to continue.

"durin the time we spent in the house twenty four seven, i lost my childish innocence if that makes sense. i couldn't go outside ta meet new people or experience new things. i got tired of playing in my backyard and staring at the same four walls so i burried myself in a dark hole." elijah explained.

"i stopped talkin fa awhile and only wrote, my old man was okay with it cause he was the same way just under different circumstances but my mama cried a lot. she thought something was wrong wimme and it was her fault somehow but she was pregnant so i brushed it off." elijah shrugged.

"but once i started writin it was like i could go anywhere i wanted. my old man helped me with it too, he taught me a lot of the things i know and i used to read some of his journals or the letters he wrote for my mama. he always told me ta be who he couldn't, so i took my chance and ran with it." he finished and his shoulders slumped at the thought.

"do you like still feel alone? was it the depressin type or just somethin you wanted?" santana asked while resting her head in her palms listening to his talk.

"just somethin i wanted because i grew used to it and it was really all i knew." he said.

"i never really thought about it that way, like how somebody could be alone but have a support system if you get where i'm goin. you a lucky one."

"so i've been told."

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"i like how you left us high and dry." booda said as elijah walked down into the basement.

"watch it megamind." he said and flicked her forehead.

"i'm tired of ya'll comin for my forehead, like leave me alone it's gettin old." she grumbled and rolled her eyes.

"it's just funny and then you go tell yo daddy like he scare somebody, old ass man wit a even older ass man name." joker said which made everybody laugh.

"okay like i could imagine what it was like for him when he was younger, nigga name gerald." maj joked before slapping the couch while laughing.

"leave my daddy alone." booda said to them and they sobered up before waving her off.

"ya'll not shit." rayne told them and shook her head.

"don't do that cause you know that shit been funny." man man said and held his head up. rayne started laughing again and he nodded, "exactly."

"anyways hows the project comin along?" maj asked elijah.

"it's movin." he said not wanting to give too much information.

"ion know why ya'll ask him so much questions, nigga don't like people in his business at all." yanna spoke up.

"too bad we ain't named people." dee said and shrugged before the blunt dropped out his hand.

"who cheatin on you?" joker asked him.

"more like who i'm cheatin on." dee said and picked the blunt back up, dusting his jeans of any ash.

"real hoe nigga shit." man man said.

"ah!" dee stuck out his tongue.

"look i got hoes in different area codes, tryna see who love me da most." man man rapped.

"atl ta tennessee which one finna have my mini me." dee bopped as he added his "verse".

"hollup cause that went hard just now." maj hyped them up.

"tryna hop inna booth?" man man asked dee.

"yessir we finna make it out the hood ya'll." dee said and wiped a fake tear from his eye.

"what hood? suburban heights a some?" mook asked.

"kilt the whole vibe." elijah said and shook his head at his little sister.

"ya'll the ones who cappin." she said and shrugged.

"rappers cap all the time." maj said.

"exactly so quit bein a buzzkill." rayne said and frowned.

"i ain't bein a buzzkill just sayin." mook shrugged again.

"shrug one mo gain." joker said and looked at her with a straight face.

"right shoulders finna fall off."

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"so tell me about tonight." cartier said as she flopped onto santana's bed next to her.

"whatchu wanna know?" santana asked her as a slight blush flooded her cheeks.

"whatever you wanna tell me, i just love ya'll whole lil situationship at this point." cartier said and swung her feet which made santana laugh.

"um okay, it wasn't nothin different from any other night but tonight felt i don't knowwww." santana said and brought her hands up to her cheeks to stop her smile from forming.

"musta been somethin good, spill it." cartier said and tapped her best friends knee.

"he read me somethin he wrote and things got a little personal, it was just nice ta know we're gettin comfortable with each other." santana said and allowed the smile to break out onto her face.

"well did you tell him anything about you?" cartier asked and she shook her head.

"no, but this talk wasn't about me so i wasn't about about ta make it seem that way." she said.

"i hear you, so overall everything went good?" santana nodded at cartier's words.

"i'm lovin this for you to be honest, i know you come off as a bold person but you really a teddy bear inside. i think mr. a new what he was doin."

"or maybe it was fate."

"oh lord, here you go."

"mhm here i go."