To those of you/us who still come onto this role play to reminisce about the memories and stories which were created here, do you think we could ever resume with this role play? I miss this role play terribly, as well as the amazing role players, and I wish we could all role play again. Maybe we could start over, relive memories and create new ones. I just loved the little family that was formed here in Degrassi Issues, and even though over 8 months have gone by since Issues became inactive and we all went our separate ways, I feel it wouldn’t be impossible to restart. Obviously, I’m not the only one who still comes on here. Otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. Bringing this role play back to life wouldn’t be an entirely terrible idea. And I know I’m not the only one who misses this family. Just take it into consideration, please?
Crying because TRUUUUUUUTHS.
Left you fanmail :)
Cute ~ Hi, Amanda.
Omg, fun. Except, idk about the whole “issues” idea.
We could make it just like a normal one or something?
I miss this RP….
goldsworthyelijah37 is NOT me.
They copied and pasted the info section that I WROTE onto their page.
This just pisses me off to no end.
Like, seriously? That’s just pure laziness, and masquerading. I had at least one person that thought it was one of my Eli’s because of that info section.
So, goldsworthyelijah37, you need to remove it from your page.
Imogen relaxed into her couch, laying her head back against the top of it as she simultaneously watched the show and kept one hand petting Milo’s back. She slightly turned to Eli as he spoke of their television habits, feeling that same blush creep upon her. “Hah, yeah, we missed a lot of great movie scenes that way. Maybe we could re-watch them and see what we missed.” She hoped that her offer would be mean spending more time together.
In all honestly, all she wanted at this point, all she could hope for, was the two of them rebuilding a friendship. Eli was special to her, and the time away made her realize just how much she cared about him. She couldn’t just not have him in her life. She winced slightly as his fingers brushed against hers, feeling the same rush of electricity that was constant between them with each touch. She didn’t move her fingers away though, silently hoping they’d bump against each other again.
“I bet it’s nice getting out. It’s been awhile for me, except for sitting on my balcony. But, the fresh air is good. Now Milo and I can both sit out there together. I’ll draw him, and I’ll give it to you.” She smiled at Eli, hoping her friendly gesture would mean something, anything to him.
Eli tried to ignore the proximity of their hands, pretending to continue nonchalantly petting Milo. Their fingers brushed several times, and he smiled at her from the corner of his mouth. “It’s nice getting out, but I’ve also spent a lot of my time in my room lately. I…haven’t felt like interacting,” he said softly, not wanting to hurt her but also telling the truth. He’d been a wreck since the break up. And he knew he was probably pathetic for wanting Imogen back, or so other people would say. Some might call him co-dependent or fearful of being single, but he was neither of those. He just knew that he loved Imogen, and sometimes love put up with a lot of bullshit if it still meant that someone was yours. He smiled lightly at her comment about drawing Milo. “That’d be great. I’ll make sure to hang it on my wall,” he nodded, a small grin forming across his lips. “I’m sure he’s going to love his new home.”
“Manually! She dug in there herself!” Imogen called out from her quaint kitchen, hiding the wide smile on her face. She liked that they could still joke around, however distant they had become. It warmed her, she felt as if she still had a friend in Eli even after the horrible way she treated him. She went about finding a bowl and grabbing all the ingredients to make her grandma’s secret recipe, including semi-sweet chocolate chips and crushed walnuts.
Imogen went straight to adding all the ingredients and mixing them, setting the oven to the desired temperature. Finally when her arm was tired, she shaped the cookies into squares as she set them on the baking sheet, just like her grandma taught her when she was little. Once the oven beeped ready, she slid the cookies in and typed out ‘14’ on the oven timer, liking her cookies a bit crispier than normal. She sauntered back into her living room, pleased with Eli’s television choice.
Taking a seat back on her couch as she waited, she sat on the other side of Milo, creating a space between her and Eli. She wanted nothing more than to curl up close to him, resting her head on his shoulder as they watched the celebrity speak of their experience, but she held herself back. It wouldn’t be fair to Eli for Imogen to act this way, and it wouldn’t be right to confuse him after she hurt him so bad beforehand. “Great choice, Goldsworthy! I actually have most of the episodes saved on my DVR.”
Eli noticed the gap Imogen created between them. It was actually a relief to him. It showed she was being considerate and wasn’t trying to manipulate. He knew that if they were close, he might succumb to what he actually wanted to do. And right now, that would only complicate things further. He smiled as she complimented him on his choice. “I love this show. I can’t believe we never watched it together before now, actually. Of course, I guess most of the time when we watched movies or t.v., we ended up…umm…” he trailed off, giving her a knowing grin before turning away. He felt the tone get slightly awkward, and he reached over to pet Milo, suddenly grazing his hand with Imogen’s. “Oh, sorry…” he said, moving his hand away. He focused his attention back on the show, losing interested every time he caught a glimpse of Imogen from the corner of his eye.
At the mention of her mother, Imogen blushed. She remembered how embarrassing her mother was when she first met Eli. She was rude to say the least, making it seem as if no one wanted Imogen around. “My dad had a talk with her I guess. She finally pulled that stick out of her ass.” She giggled nervously, referencing what her dad had said so long ago about her mom. “They just think this would be good for me. And, they were very willing to help out.” She averted her eyes from Eli, staring down at the kitten. “Milo, I like it. You’re right, it does fit him.” She kept her eyes on the tired kitten that was now sleeping in her lap.
“And thanks, I definitely worked hard on this place. I just wanted to make it feel like it was my own.” She sighed, taking a quick glance at Eli as she reached forward towards the coffee table for the remote, turning on her television. “Thanks for stopping by so late, it’s really nice to have someone over. The t.v. can only drown out so much silence.” She sent Eli a weak smile before carefully placing the kitten on the cushion next to her to relax better.
“So, are you still up for those cookies?” Imogen rose from the couch slowly, the closeness starting to make her feel more nervous than before. “I’ve got my grandma’s recipe and I’m pretty sure you’ve never tried them before and they’re simply amazing.” She offered, looking at Eli, hoping things weren’t as awkward between them as she felt they were.
“Well good, I’m glad the stick was officially removed. Now, did she need an operation for that, or did she manually remove it?” he asked with a teasing tone. “I’m glad to hear they’ve been supportive of it. I think it’s good too. If they’re going to be gone so much anyway, it’s better for you to live in an apartment building. It’s safer,” he said with a shrug. He smiled as she thanked him for stopping by. “Of course,” he said. “I mi-” he stopped, realizing it wouldn’t be appropriate. “I, I wanted to come by and see the place. You talked it up a great deal. You didn’t disappoint,” he said with a light smile. Eli noticed the fluttering nature of Imogen, and he was actually relieved she felt as apprehensive as he did. Truth be told, he would find it more difficult if she was at ease with him, as if she’d done nothing wrong. It made him feel good to know what she did still bothered her, in some small way. He had forgiven her, but it was still an observation he appreciated. “Of course, that sounds awesome,” he said, leaning back on the couch and petting Milo. He’d learned long ago not to help Imogen in the kitchen. She’d shooed him away countless times when he’d tried. He watched her bustling about the kitchen, a part of him wanting to go up to her and wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her back and telling her everything was going to be ok. He would give anything, but he knew that would only put a band-aid on the still-gaping wound they’d created for themselves. He flipped the channels, settling on an episode of ‘Celebrity Ghost Stories.’
Imogen closed her lap top, biting at her bottom lip of what had just transpired between Eli and her online. It was late, yet here he was coming over to bake cookies and play video games with her. The bats inside of her were going wild, though she knew nothing would come of this and it was simply a way to rebuild a friendship. Nonetheless, she ransacked her closet, trying to find the perfect “casual” outfit. She finally settled on dark was jeans and a plain blue long sleeve. She let her chestnut hair fall down around her shoulders, making sure the ends were perfectly curled. She retouched her make up, hoping to look presentable. She was weary of her appearance, hoping she had at least gained back a bit of weight, though her scale told her other wise.
At the sound of a knock on her door, she made last minute preparations such as fluffing the couch cushions before answering. Her eyes immediately lit up as they fell upon Eli’s familiar face, instantly realizing just how much she missed him. As they trailed upon him, they found a kitten nestled in Eli’s arms. “Hey! come in.” She gushed, listening to his little story about the animal. “Well, if he’s a friend of yours, he can definitely stay here as long as he needs to.” She smiled, playing a long as she ushered him in and shut the door behind them. Her arms reached out for the kitten, holding it in her arms and stroking it softly. She couldn’t believe that Eli thought to bring her another pet, it made her thoughts trail off but she shoo’ed them away.
“Well, hope this place lives up to expectations!” She finally said, looking about her lavishly decorated home. “It’s all thanks to Mommy and Daddy Moreno’s money. They thought it was a good idea, so they helped out a bit.” Imogen stated, walking over to her comfortable leather couch and placing the kitten on her lap. “I have no clue what to name it! Any suggestion?” She raised her brows at Eli, a smile plastered on her face as she watched him. “Thanks for him, it’s definitely been lonely here.”
Eli smiled lightly as he saw Imogen’s face light up. He thought back to the days of Vlad, and how she interacted with him. She knew the kitten was in the best hands imaginable. He looked around at the apartment, impressed by the decor. “Imo…this is amazing,” he said, his eyes trailing over every detail. “I can’t even believe you did this all yourself. I’m impressed. Not that I think you couldn’t, but…that’s a lot of work,” he said, glancing back over at her. Eli joined her on the leather couch. “How are your parents? Are you getting along any better with that miserable woman you call your mother?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow. He thought about the name for a moment. “I was thinking about naming him Milo. I don’t know. I just feel like…it fits. It’s probably a stupid name,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not the greatest at naming pets.” He tried to ignore their proximity, feeling a deja vu occurring inside of his mind as he remembered how their relationship began in the first place; sitting on a couch where she lived, interacting with a kitten… it was all almost surreal.
Fiona sighed, realizing she’d have to tell Eli sooner or later. “Katie, um, well, I suppose her parents aren’t exactly keen on the idea of us. You know, together. I went over to her house, and she warned me not to, but I went anyway… we ended up kind of making out outside of her house,” At the sight of Eli’s raised eyebrows, she rolled her eyes. “And her parents caught us. They basically kicked Katie out, and there might have been some minor abuse when she returned to retrieve Mac…” She clenched her fists together, her knuckles beginning to turn white at the thought of anyone putting their hands on Katie. “She hasn’t talked much. She doesn’t sleep. Doesn’t eat… I can’t tell you how worried I am. Without Katie I’m… nothing.” Fiona said, whispering the last word. She felt the pain at the thought of Katie never getting better or getting even worse. “I mean, she won’t talk at all. Not even when I told her how Imogen kissed me.” Fiona blurted out. She brought her hands to her mouth shortly thereafter, realizing what she’d just enclosed. “Wait, Eli. Let me explain. She kissed me. She said she broke up with me for you, she fed me all this bullshit, and then the next day she was apologizing for ‘leading me on’ and telling me she wasn’t over you. And I know you still love her. It’s obvious. I can see it in your eyes. But just know that when you’re with her… I won’t be around. I can’t deal with her anymore. I can’t have my head being constantly fucked with.” Fiona said, burying her face in her hands. She wondered, not for the first time, why, after all they’d been through, had Imogen fucked with her head once again?
“Damn…” Eli sighed, not knowing what to say concerning Katie. “I’m sorry Fi, but you know, maybe you should force her to go to the hospital. Give her an ultimatum. Tell her you’ll leave her if she doesn’t get help. It’s worth a shot. Believe me, you don’t want to walk down a road of trying to fix her yourself. It won’t work, I can assure you,” he said, remembering all the times he’d tried to fix Imogen. Eli’s eyes widened with shock at Fi’s comment concerning the kiss. He listened as Fi gave him the explanation. “Imo’s…she’s sick,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve realized I can’t expect the normal things from her that I can from people who are well. It’s a lesson we both have to learn, unfortunately,” he said sadly. “You have me now,” he said, grabbing her hand in a friendly squeeze before pulling away.
Eli felt a bit apprehensive as he put on a plain black t-shirt and skinny jeans. he checked his reflected in the mirror several times, shaking his hair out of his eyes a few times. He usually didn’t scrutinize his appearance this much, but he was nervous, to say the least. He knew he still felt hurt inside of him for what Imogen had done, but he couldn’t lie about the fact that every day, he thought about her more and more. He was crazy about her. The kind of crazy that would make you do desperate things. He tried not to focus on it, but the feelings kept rising to the surface.
He stopped off at the pet store, picking up his house warming gift for Imogen. He picked out an orange and white tabby kitten, knowing she would need a companion in her new home. The kitten sat in his lap for the majority of the ride, curling inside of itself as it napped. He smiled slightly, remembering the day they picked out Vladimir, and how simple things had been in the beginning.
He followed her directions, finding the apartment building she lived in. He got out, cradling the kitten in his arm. He made his way through the doors and to the elevator, pressing in her floor’s number on the keypad. He exited, walking to her door. He knocked lightly, waiting for her to answer. When she opened the door, he smiled awkwardly. “I found this little guy and he said he needed a roommate. I told him I might know of someone. Do you mind if he crashes here?” he asked with a slight smile as he made his way inside the apartment.
Yeah, well, you can sit and watch and I’ll just bake them for you. :P Just let me know when you’re free?
Awh, I miss CeCe a lot! and Bullfrog. This is kind of getting me all depressed again lol.
Well, that sounds like a pretty nice set up. How about now? I suddenly have a hankering for cookies…
Sorry, I didn’t mean to depress you. Just thought you should know.