PERRISH, ELI T.

WHEN THE BIRDS ARE SLEEPING, THAT'S WHEN THE TREES SING.
you left your winter clothes and your teeth marks in my skin.

24 | polysexual | widowed | high school math teacher | local | TYLER JOSEPH

Eli T. Perrish,

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wow, are you my ...i completely lost track of time! well please sit sit, let me just move this stuff out of the way. okay, let's get started. tell me a little bit about yourself. the man who peered around the corner wasn't that small in all honesty. but the way he carried himself, as if he wanted to curl into the tightest little ball until he disappeared, implied a different stature. he couldn't help flinching away from the woman's gaze behind the desk. she lost track of time? messy desk? eli couldn't help but internally shake his head. although he was incredibly shy, he was immediately losing his initial respect for this stranger. it made things slightly easier. slightly. before sitting down, he brushed the seat off meticulously. he did not offer a hand to shake, but instead offered a polite nod. 'h-hello to you too,' there was a hint of snippiness in his voice. he made sure to be right on time, he put plenty of effort in this meeting. this cluttered, messy woman, did not. she didn't even say hello! he couldn't help but disapprove. 'my n-name is eli p-perrish. my birthday just p-passed by recently, the tw-twenty fourth of february. i teach multiple levels and subjects of high school math.' that's a lot of information. so tell me, where are you from? eli shifted in his sit, crossing and uncrossing his legs. having the attention focused directly on to him made him uncomfortable, but he was doing the best he could. using the bottle of hand sinitizer on the desk for the fifth time, he rubbed his palms together as he stammered about his hometown. 'well i-well i used to live in d-derry, new hampshire. it was a p-pretty nice home,' his eyes faded from the present as his memories nudged him toward the past. he had been getting better at not day dreaming during boring meetings, but sometimes, nostalgia demanded to be felt.  ahh fascinating ! well i'm from here, born and raised, never left. so many people that i know and love here, just couldn't leave them ! what about you? anyone you care dearly for here? her voice popped the little dream bubble, and he wiggled a bit in his seat to help focus his attention on what mattered. he bit his bottom lip, 'yes,' his tone faltered. he used to care about two people very much. but they were not here, so they did not belong in this answer. turning his head quickly from side to side as if to clear it, 'my best friend, c-caleb, is with me. we met when i was in second grade. my little sister, red, is here as well. the city fits her a lot better than it fits me i think. i've been here several years and i still feel slightly out of p-place.' eli offered a nervous smile, wondering if the little details he wriggled in there were appropriate. after a little pause, he added rather bashfully, 't-there's also a new teacher. we've started hanging out a little too.' quite a list. must mean you have a juicy past,let's hear a little bit about it. he held his tongue. he had never heard someone refer to his past as juicy before. he didn't like it. looking at anything but her he started, 'when i was a young child, i never spoke. even as a toddler and a long while after that. i understood english perfectly, but communication was hard. i just didn't make sense to anyone, i guess. i didn't mind. my father couldn't handle people calling me stupid. he has more pride than i do,' he shrugged and scratched idly at his fore arm. 'so i was a mute for the first five years of my life. i met my best friend. he didn't talk either, and we just sort of...pl-played pokemon next to each other. eventually we started talking while we were together. and then after that, i slowly graduated to just a selective mute.' 'my school life was fairly decent. either teachers loved me, because i was enthusiastic about mathematics and science, or they hated me because i c-couldn't talk easily and needed everything to be p-perfect all the time. my sister was born when i was seven years old, so around the time i was in second grade. she helped me c-cope a lot, and we've been pretty close.' he tapped his feet, twiddled his thumbs. his speech pattern flowed awkwardly. eli did not enjoy talking about himself. in fact, he was leaving out several important chunks of story. there was a lot that he had repressed, and a lot that only caleb knew. he had two best friends all the way though the rest of his school career - nothing more. and it was all that he needed. charlie was his first and only love so far, and they were on their way to a happy life spent together. for a year, when they were both twenty, they had a beautiful daughter. 'when i was about to turn twenty one, i realized that there was a lot holding me back in derry. i sat down with my sister and best friend, and we all discussed where our future would thrive the most. we eventually settled with,' he gestured with his hands, 'this er, wonderful city.'  you just get more and more interesting. is that a word that someone would describe you as? no? then what is something that people would say you are. he shook his head when she asked if people could describe him as "interesting." he intertwined his fingers into a tight embrace, his eyebrows forming a straight line as he thought. he wasn't interesting, he wasn't outstanding, remarkable, he was average. sensitive, something very delicate - hell, he stuttered if he was feeling too strong of an emotion. there was a lot that overwhelmed him. a lot of his mannerisms and habits fit the symptoms of ocd, but he refused to acknowledge things like that. eli was just holding on to life still, going through the motions. he always thought of himself as something broken. but, he bit his lip, thinking about the question. how would red describe him? distantly he spoke up again, 'm-my sister might say that i'm sentimental. p-protective. uhm, there was an incident a long - very long - while ago, where i saw this guy getting bullied. he was quiet, and a lot older than me. and i wasn't the type of kid who could go-could go out and uhm, stick up for other people. but after the scene cleared up, i went-i went back and i found these scraps of paper. i picked them up and took them home, and taped them together. i was never much of a craftsman, so its still pretty chopped up. but, uhm, i just see a lot of meaning in it? and it's sort of like a reminder for me to-to always try and be a better person?' he shuffled again and let out a nervous chuckle, 'uhm, that sounds pretty cheesy. sorry, heh. uhm. i'm not very good at figuring out what other people would say about me, i guess. caleb doesn't talk much at all, so he'd probably just affectionately call me a dork, blush, and then leave.'  do you agree with what people say about you? he shrugged again, 'well, it's not like i can even accurately portray what people say about me anyways. but uhm, i have a hard time agreeing with compliments, i suppose. i tend to encourage people a lot, call them beautiful because they are, and try to remind them that they are very significant. i get p-pretty dramatic about it, i guess. but if they-if they try to tell me the same things, i immediately shrug them off.' he cleared his  throat a little, 'so uhm, no. i guess i don't always agree with what p-people say about me.' well i still think you have a certain something, not really sure what that is but i bet your boyfriend/girlfriend knows or are you still on the market? eli swallowed hard, and looked at her again. 'i used to be married, actually,' there was something darker in his voice this time, and his body language showed that he was more closed off than he had been the whole time. 'but i'm not anymore. still not "on the market" though.' the way this woman worded things agitated him. he wasn't an object to be put on display for relationships, and he certainly wasn't ready for them yet.  shit, time flies. my next appointment will be here in a few minutes. it was a pleasure to meet you! he winced. how professional. but still, not forgetting his manners, he nodded and smiled as he stood up. 'hope you have better luck keeping track of time with your next appointment, and i hope you have a lovely rest of your day.' he dipped his head, that time unintentionally sounding snarky. he walked quickly out of the room, arms stiff at his sides and eyes darting around the hallway. he was glad he got that over with.

GHOST | AZ MTN | 17 | NOT YET, WEIRD NOT STARTING WITH DANIEL >.>;

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TYLER JOSEPH IS PERF AND SO IS ELI AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND HI I LOVE YOU WE MUST PLOT AND THINGS AND COME BACK TO MY LIFE. also do claims. that would be good too.