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Elijah Johnathan Warbler was already up before the other kids. The cause? Briannah Marie Warbler and a fifteen-year-old photgrapher Jackson Lee Warbler. Bri had woken him up due to a horrible nightmare in which her old teddy bear that lost an eye came from the closet and attacked her. Even though the oldest Warbler sibling checked the closet at least five times, the persistent little girl want to sleep in his bed with him. Around six-thirty, Jaack decided the sneak inside the room and take a picture of his two siblings sleeping.

The flash woke up Elijah and he went running after his younger brother. Victoria stopped him when he got to the kitchen, and he grumbled back up to bed. He slept for a good hour and a half before Bri tugged him out of bed. He shooed the curly-haired little girl and lugged himself to the shower. He changed into a black t-shirt, dark-wash rippped skinny jeans, his uncle's combat boots, and his favorite jean vest, which smelled of smoke and mint.

Victoria instisted on straightening his hair, and before long he was out the door with a half-eaten bagel in his mouth and Bri clutching his side.

Many people gave him looks as he walked the four blocks to the local Hot Topic. He walked inside, letting Bri roam. He met up with Stone, a college kid who acted like kids Eli hanged out with and was a brother to Eli ever since his former "sister" Anna Maria Class took him here when he was Bri's age. He had a jet black fauxhawk and misty grey eyes.

"Hey Sto', you got the goods?" Eli asked, referring to the Panic! At the Disco VIP passes, t-shirt, and raccoon hat. "Man, Tara-" Tara was Stone's wife, who was concidentally the owner of the store, "-adores that stuff, I got'cha covered." He grinned, handing Eli the full bag. He bought Bri a icecream sundae beanie she found, and they put their hats on as they walked into the therapist office with Bri on his hip.

The receptionist grinned as he walked over to her.

"'Scuse me, I'm Elijah Warbler. I have an appointment with the therapist after the lovely Miss Montoya." He grinned, signing his name on the sheet. Instead of using his usual handwriting which looked as if a preppy girl had written it, he used his calligraphy skills to sign his name.

The receptionist complimented his handwriting, which turned his blush into a rose pink. He sat Bri down in his lap, grabbing her stuffed house "Mylwalki" and her book from out of his bag. He wrapped his arms around her so she could see the pictures. "'Toria wanted you to read Junie B. Jones." He explained, the confusion fading from the younger child's face. She liked Amelia the Pig better.

He checked his phone, where a voicemail sat waiting from his mother. He didn't want to leave Bri, but he didn't want to talk to their former mother about whatever she wanted to talk about in front of Bri. She was still sensitive about talking to her.

Elijah and his former mother were still very close, and Anna was talking about getting him into Juliard. Since she knew of his overbearing love of acting, more so even than his band and singing, she wanted the best acting school for him. She didn't know much about colleges, but she defintely knew about Juliard. Most of her friends from the country club had sons either graduates from Juliard or going to the prestigious school.

Eli was interrupted from his thoughts when Bri tugged on his earlobe. It was her special way to bring his attention back to her, even when she is sitting in his lap. "Bubba Bear, what's this word?" She asked, doing that for at least two words on each page.

Elijah didn't mind. He knew one day he'll be off the college, awa from Bri, Dad, Victoria, Jack, and... Nikki. He didn't know which college she was going to. After her eighteenth birthday, she would be going to college and leaving him behind. They would most likely see each other on breaks and keep a long-distance, but it wasn't the same with her next to him.

The concert was on their six-month anniversary, and he was going to give her a promise ring. One for himself, one for Nikki. A promise to be faithful and true. Bri once again pulled him from his thoughts, asking him a simple question.

"When am I going to meet your girlfriend?"

"After her therapy session, babe." He replied, pecking her check. He tilted the raccoon hat on his hat, grinning slightly.

"Fun."