I should be more active on here, but families have been more fun lately. I suppose I’d like an Eli, Miles, or Jake. Mostly Miles. Miles. Miles. Miles. Or all three.I’m not picky. But mostly Miles.
Imogen dashed around her empty hotel room in search of her wallet. She couldn’t believe she lost it in the tiny room she was staying in a few blocks from NYU’s campus. After tearing trough the couch cushions, she finally found it and tossed it into her cat shaped purse before pulling on her coat to visit Eli. Even more strange than her losing her wallet in such a small room was Eli not allowing her to come visit him. In the week that she had been in New York, she had stopped by his dorm once, but hadn’t been allowed inside. He promised her it was clean, so she didn’t have to worry about him hoarding again, so she couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t want her coming by. The logical side of her said to just ignore it, that there had to have been a good reason, but the other side of her wondered if there was a girl in his hall he was seeing that he didn’t want her running into. Imogen knew she was being paranoid, but she couldn’t help herself. The walk to Eli’s dorm felt long, though it was less than three blocks away, and after grabbing him a cup of coffee, she made his way up to his room, giving his door a few knocks.