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Even the Best Ones Fall Sometimes

Short story By: cookiemonster101

Eli Marie Miller is one strong girl. Actually she's brilliant. A straight A's student. She's promised herself that she would never fall. During her first year of college, she breaks that promise when she meets Seth Henderson. Seth Henderson is the guy that lives in the dorm next door to her. These two couldn't be any more different, but they click. Will Eli finally realize that sometimes, it is okay to fall?
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Submitted:Nov 14, 2010    Reads: 293    Comments: 13    Likes: 3   

"Even the Best Ones Fall Sometimes"
Collide by Howie Day
Eli Seth
Me, myself and I. Elizabeth Miller. Or Eli for short.
During my first year of college, I was only focused on my school-work, and knowing what my next paper was going to be about. Falling in love was the last thing on my to-do list. Hell, it wasn't even on the list to begin with! But somehow, that's exactly what happened that year.
I wouldn't say it changed who I am, because that's not entirely true. It changed some of the things I thought I knew, what I had thought I had wanted out of my life, and who I wanted to become.
That was until I had met Seth Henderson.
In all honesty, I had found Seth to be pretty obnoxious and full of himself from the first time I had laid eyes on him. You know, when you first meet a person, and they just give out that type of vibe. You just know what they are, and who they are.
I didn't even make an effort to try and get to know him. To me, he wasn't worth my time. Not even a little. I knew his type. He's the guy that parties it up, he's the guy that has a different girl in his arms every week. He's the one who could really care less about his future and is just focused on the fun part of college. He wasn't someone I wanted to be associated with. He was someone I didn't want to waste my time on.
Then that all suddenly changed. Yes he was someone I could really care less about. It was true that he had annoyed me to no end, and that I couldn't stand being with him for more than five minutes. But now that's all in the past. Now I hate being away from him for even more than a second, now he's someone I really do love and care about. Sure he still annoys me, that's unavoidable, but I still love him none the less.
In school, I was the straight A student. I had one of the highest GPA's in my high school class. I worked hard for everything I did and reached not for the stars or the moon, but a completely different galaxy all together. I don't think I had ever once received a C grade on anything in my life. I had gotten a B only a few times, but not often at all.
I guess you could consider me to be a 'nerd,' but that's simply because I put forth the effort to succeed. Although I was studying constantly, I hated it. It was something I hated with a passion. Hatred aside, I knew I couldn't dwell on all the homework and tests because it would only make it that much harder, and nobody needs to deal with that stress.
I'm not trying to gloat about it, but I'm a pretty good student. Actually, I'm better than good, I'm pretty damn fantastic. But there were always the draw backs from this. I wasn't the popular girl, or the girl who knew everyone, or even the girl with all the friends. I was the girl with the highest IQ, and I guess you could say I was thought to be a know it all.
The boys at school never paid any attention to me. It wasn't because I was ugly, that's not true. I wasn't completely unfortunate.I had long brown hair with pale green eyes and a few freckles covering my face, like sprinkles on a cupcake. I wore glasses too. I hadn't always worn glasses, I used to wear contacts for the longest time, and then they started to irritate, and dry out my eyes, so no more contacts for me.
I was shy. At least that's what I seemed at first. But once you got to know me, you would wish that I would stop opening my mouth for once. I was loud and rambunctious with my best friends. Even if I only had a few. They would describe me as being far from quiet.
No the boys at school never paid any attention to me because I wasn't easy. I wasn't the girl who would jump at the chance to get into someone's pants. Or even kiss some guy. I wanted it to actually mean something.
I've never liked the idea of sex before marriage. Call me old school, but it's true. I guess that's why guys stayed the hell away from me, because most of them all wanted one thing, and one thing only. A good shag with no strings attached.
I didn't mind this. It just saddens me to know that there wasn't a single guy that was worth it.
So then I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't get involved with men in college. Unless someone really fantastic came along. Which is exactly what happened soon after meeting Seth.
"Oh honey! I'm going to miss you so darn much!" my mom exclaimed with tears cascading down her face, getting ready to leave me in my dorm and have a long four hour drive home.
"I know mom. Me too," I said, wrapping my arms around her tightly.
"You're going to be great Eli. I know it," she whispered to me, rubbing my back gently.
"Thanks for believing in me," I reply, with teary eyes.
"You're the best Eli. You're the best daughter I could have asked for," she says with tears in her eyes.
"I love you mom," I say, hugging her even tighter than before.
"I love you too El. I better leave. Don't want to get stuck in rush hour traffic," she said.
"Yeah, ok," I reply waking her to the door.
"It was nice meeting you Maddy!" she says to my new roommate.
"Yeah, you too Miss. Drew," Maddy says, standing beside me.
"Love you El," she says kissing my head goodbye.
"Me too,"
"You'll call everyday right? Morning and night? Even if it's for only a minute or two," she asks, sounding hopeful.
"Yeah, I'll try,"
"Ok good. Bye Eli!" she says with a wave, leaving me.
I can tell she's trying to not cry. Just by the way she said 'bye' tells me she's going to let the water works start as soon as she gets in the car. You know how your voice changes when you're trying not to. That's what she sounded like.
"So, what do you want to be?" Maddy asks, interrupting my thoughts.
"A pediatrician," I reply.
"Oh wow! That's awesome!" she exclaims.
"Thanks, what about you?" I asked
"No clue. My freshman year in high school, I thought I wanted to be a lawyer. Sophomore year, a high school teacher, junior year, a radiologist, and senior year an engineer. All of which I ended up not being interested in. So I really don't know. I'll probably end up changing my major a bunch of times," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Wow, you're all over the place." I say.
"I know, I really don't know what I want to do. So what classes are you taking?" she asks.
"Well, I'm taking Biology, chemistry, biochemistry, statistics, and psychology. You?" I reply.
"Psychology, first, but I'm just taking the regular classes. Math, English and Science."
"Psychology? Looks like you're interested in that do something that involves that! That's where you need to start at if you don't know what you want."
"I'll look into it next semester. Thanks Eli."
"Have you eaten anything yet?" she asked.
"Nope. You?" I said in response.
"Want to go get a bite to eat?" I asked.
"I thought you would never ask!" Maddy exclaimed.
"I've only met you a few hours ago, but I can tell we're going to be great friends."
Maddy simply smiles at me and says, "Me too Eli, me too,"
That night we both toss and turn in bed for what seems like ages. But it's not because we can't sleep. Believe me, I am so tired right now, I could die. It's because some idiot is blasting the loudest music possible in the dorm next door at fucking one in the fucking morning.
"Oh my goodness! This is ridiculous!" I exclaim, throwing the blankets off of me, sliding my feet into my duck slippers.
I know, a college student with duck slippers, I'm classy right?
"Where the hell are you going?" Maddy grumbled.
"To give whoever's next door a piece of my mind." I answered.
I didn't care that I was outside for the whole world to see me in my yellow tank top that didn't cover my entire tummy. I didn't care that I was wearing short white soffe shorts. I didn't even care that I was wearing my duck slippers. All that I cared about at the moment was being able to actually sleep.
I knocked on the door loudly three times. Actually, it was more like banged on the door. I waited and waited until the door finally opened.
I looked at who stood in front of me up and down. I have to say, he was attractive.
I realized that I hadn't said a word to him, and must have looked like an idiot just standing there.
I noticed, like myself, he was checking me out. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, and suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in my shorts and tank top. I wished that I was wearing an over sized t shirt and sweats.
"Hey, eyes up here." I said pointing to my face.
He seemed slightly taken aback, he even blushed but said, "What do you want browny?"
"How about you turn down your music!"
"Why the hell should I?"
"Because it's one in the fucking morning!" I shrieked.
"No shit Sherlock!"
"I'm tired! I've got classes in a few hours, and I need my fucking sleep!"
"Well ignore it then! Stop being a bitch about it, or you could go call mommy and daddy and tell them to come get you. I'm sure you're some spoiled ass princess who gets whatever the hell you want!"
I had never been called a bitch before. Never.
"Fuck you!" I exclaimed.
The tears came. I couldn't hold them back. The way he yelled at me, and then he calls me that.
Apparently this guy did have a heart because he started saying sorry over and over again.
"Oh shit. I didn't mean to make you cry. You're not a bitch. I'll turn my music down ok?"
"You're an asshole!" I said, choking back my tears, completely ignoring his apology.
With that I slide down the wall opposite the door in front of me and pulled my legs up to my chest and cried. The tears continued to fall down my face. I wasn't crying just because of him calling me that, it was because I missed home, I missed my friends, my family. I was homesick. So homesick, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
I could feel Seth next to me, just sitting beside me. He placed a hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest. He was silently comforting me, trying to make me feel better.
"I really didn't mean what I said. You're not a bitch, I promise," he said.
I couldn't help but smile at that, "It's not just that. It's more than that. I miss home. I miss my mom and dad and little sister. I miss my friends. I'm homesick," I respond.
"You get used to it. You can always call home when you need to. Plus when you don't have classes you can go and visit. You're a freshman aren't you?"
"I suppose so. Yeah, I'm a freshman. What are you?"
"Are you cold?" he asks me.
I hadn't even realized I had goose bumps covering my arms and legs.
I simply nodded my head in response.
He took off his black hoodie and handed it to me. I gladly put it on.
"Thanks," I said.
"You're welcome. Do you want to come in to my room? I've got hot chocolate and ice cream,"
I'm a little hesitant at first, after all, I've only just met Seth not more than ten minutes ago.
He seems to sense my hesitation, "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything. I promise," he says.
"Ok, but just so you know, I've got a black belt, so I can kick your ass if you try to do anything," I warn.
He lets out a laugh and replies, "Oh darn, guess my plan won't work. Oh well," he says with a smirk.
"Oh ha, ha, ha. You're so funny,"
"I like to think I am," he replies.
"Exactly, you think you are," I say teasingly.
"Feisty, I like it," he says with a smirk.
"I'm sure you do,"
"So where's this comfort food you speak of?" I ask.
"Ice creams in the fridge, and I can make the hot chocolate. It's instant though. That ok?"
"Sure that's fine," I say over my shoulder.
"Oh Ben and Jerry is my favorite!" I exclaim excitedly.
"Getting all excited over ice cream. You are strange,"
"Hey don't judge me! Ben and Jerry is always there for me in my time of need!" I explain my reasoning.
"Whatever you say Princess,"
"You're such a jerk!"
"No, I believe you said asshole if I remember correctly,"
"Fine! You're an asshole! Happy?"
"Just eat your ice cream."
"I will!"
After that night Seth and I were constantly hanging out together. We were always together. I guess you could say we were a packaged deal.
As much as we got on each other's nerves, we just clicked. We worked together. To other people, you would think we had grown up together, that we had known each other for years since we were toddlers in diapers.
We had statistics and psychology together. That meant that we were always studying together, and doing projects together for class.
Somehow, we became friends. We knew everything about each other. We knew each other's fears, dreams, and secrets.
Somehow he became my best friend. And I became his. We didn't just hang out together because we had to, we wanted to.
During that first year of college, I fell for him. I didn't just love him as my best friend, I loved him as something more. Something much more. But my fears got the best of me. I was afraid that he didn't feel the same way. Afraid that he didn't love me, like I loved him. I was just afraid of everything.
Then I started playing the what if game. What if things didn't work? What if I told him how I felt, and he didn't feel the same. Those what ifs popped into my head constantly.
That's when I felt like the girl in high school again. The one that seemed to have everything figured out, and then suddenly you were sent off course. That you really didn't have a clue of what you actually wanted. Like a train that was derailed from it's destination.
This whole year, I knew what I wanted. Finish college, and become a pediatrician. That was what I knew I wanted. But now I really wasn't all that certain what exactly I wanted. Seth was just thrown into the mix of it all.
Then over summer break we decided to go on a trip to Paris. I'm not really sure why we decided on Paris, but that was our destination. We would go there for two weeks.
Those two weeks changed everything for me.
It was the third day we were in Paris, and we had decided to go to the Eiffel Tower. I had always wanted to go. So we went.
It was at night and we were the only people at the top. I have to say, Paris is beautiful when it's night time with all the lights in the city. It's breathtaking.
I remember the exact conversation we had that night. It was so vivid. Like I was still there.
"It's beautiful up here," I whispered.
"It's gorgeous," Seth replied.
"That's for sure,"
"But do you know what's even more gorgeous and beautiful then this?"
"Tell me,"
There was a pause before he said, "You."
I don't think I said anything to that. I didn't know what to say! What can you say to that? So I just stood there like an idiot probably with my mouth hanging wide opened.
"I like you Eli. I really, really like you. I don't just like you, I love you! I've loved you for such a long time. Ever since you banged on my door that night. I just fell in love with you. Then when you started crying, I felt awful because I had said something to make you so sad. I just hated that you were crying, and I felt helpless. I just wanted to make you feel better. I just wanted to make you laugh and smile! And when we had those two classes together, I just wanted to spend so much time with you. El, you're beautiful, and gorgeous and stunning. You're funny and smart. I feel like I can be myself around you, and you don't care. I love everything about you."
I just stood there silently. I was too shocked for words. Seth loved me? He's loved me since he first saw me? Seth Mark Henderson loves me!
"Please say something," he said.
I didn't know what to do.
I kissed him.
When my lips met his, I felt like there were fireworks going off once I closed my eyes.
Seth hesitates at first, but then he's kissing me back. He cupped my cheek with his left hand and then had his hand on my back with his right, pulling me closer to him. I run my hands through his gorgeous brown hair. Our mouths molded together perfectly. His mouth over mine, kissing me like this. We stood there kissing for what seemed like hours, but was really only a few minutes.
When we pulled away from each other, but we were still wrapped in each others arms, I whispered, "I love you too."
Seth smiled at me, before leaning down to kiss me again.
"Eli Marie Miller, will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, bending down on one knee as if he's going to propose.
I laugh at this and bring him back up to his feet. I then lean in to kiss Seth's lips.
"So I take that as a yes?" he asks hopefully.
"Absolutely," I say with a smile.
"We should probably get back to the hotel. It's getting late," he said hugging me from behind, kissing my neck.
We decided to walk the short distance to the hotel to get some exercise. We walked hand in hand. It's almost funny how quickly and easily we moved into our relationship status. I love it none the less.
"Does this feel weird to you?" I ask.
"Not at all. I like this," he says looking at me.
"What do you mean by this?" I question curiously.
"Just getting to hold your hand.Or hugging you close to me whenever and kissing you. I like this," he says, kissing me on the cheek to prove his point.
I can't help but smile.
"What about you? Do you think this is weird?" he asks.
"Not really. It's more surreal to me than anything."
"Surreal? In what way?"
"You loving me. I wouldn't have thought that the man I love, loves me in return."
"How could I not love you? You're the best in every way."
I blush at this.
By now we're standing in front of this gorgeous hotel that we're staying in for a week and a half. Seth takes my hand in his and leads me to the elevator and presses the button to our floor.
"Do you want to stay in my room for tonight?" Seth asks me.
At first I'm hesitant. Two college students in a hotel room together. A couple no less. That could bring trouble. But I push those thoughts out of my head. I trust Seth and I know he wouldn't do anything that I didn't want him to do.
Seth holds my hand and pulls out the key card form his back pocket. With a swift movement he swipes the card and opens the door all in one motion.
"After you my lady."
I roll my eyes but say, "Why thank you kind sir."
"You can borrow one of my shirts," he says to me grabbing a shirt and throwing it to me.
I change in the bathroom out of my shorts and tank top and put on the big shirt. Seth's shirt reaches down to my knees
I walk out of the bathroom and see Seth turning down the bed for us in nothing but his boxers. I feel my cheeks burn and I know I'm blushing.
I think he senses I'm staring and turns to look at me.
He smiles at me, looking me up and down and says, "You look beautiful in my shirt."
This only makes me blush even more than before.
"Is this ok?" he asks.
I nod and walk to the side of the bed and pull the covers over me.
Seth walks over to the other side of the room to turn the lights off and then gets in bed with me. I'm on my side facing away from him a little far from him, but Seth's not having any of that. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. My head is resting on his chest and his arms around my waist. I fall asleep listening to Seth's heartbeat.
So maybe we won't get married. Maybe we won't date for that long. Or maybe we do stay together forever. Either way is fine with me, because whatever happens, I know it will be ok.
So I guess my mom was right. You have to allow yourself to fall sometimes. I've realized that even the best ones, do indeed fall sometimes.


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