Don't Wake Me Up (Eloise)

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

Headphones hanging around his neck, beanie over his messy hair, textbook open and head on the table, Monroe was out. So much for getting his psychology homework done. Instead, he'd fallen asleep. Maybe it's because he was reading about the REM Cycle.

He was exhausted as usual and it didn't help that his mind was on overdrive since Sebastian told him about his vision and Adaryn's nightmare. Between the two things, his homework and trying to stay awake, Monroe was feeling the weight on his shoulders. It only made the idea of sleep more enticing.

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise enjoyed the night so much more than the day. There were less thoughts circulating which meant plenty of peace and quiet. She enjoyed taking long naps instead of having a full nights sleep so she could take advantage of some down-time. Holding up a mental block was hard work, and pretty exhausting if you have to do it for an entire day. Eloise was happy that tonight she would get some effort-free peace.

She headed to the library, since the space was open all the time and less students would be there studying than in their dorm rooms. Eloise brought along a history textbook and her laptop, as well as a sketchbook - knowing that once she was done her history homework she would want to get some designing done. She was dressed comfortably, in grey sweatpants and a white tank top, ready to spend quite a bit of the night in solitude.

Walking into the library, Eloise was pleased to see there were only a few other people there, one of who was asleep anyway. Eloise decided it would be better to take a table near him, aince she couldn't read the mind of somebody who was a sleep. He wouldn't be a distraction at all as long as he stayed face first in his Psychology book. She set her stuff on the table next to the boys, and opened up her book first, reading a couple pages before opening up her laptop to type her assignment.

Eloise had forgotten, however, that she was listening to music before she had last closed her laptop. When she opened it up, and typed in her password, her speakers sprung to life in the middle of Beyonce's 'Run the World'. Eloise jumped in surprise, and rushed to turn off her speakers, which of course just had to be on full volume. "Damnit," she muttered to herself, face turning slightly red from embarrassment.

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

Monroe knew that he wasn't dreaming when he heard Beyonce. One: Because he didn't have his own dreams and, Two: He didn't listen to Beyonce. He groaned, lifting his head from his textbook, showing lines on his face from where his face had been pressed up against it. He looked around groggily, blurry eyes landing on a figure a table over who was rushing to turn down her speakers. "Nice musical choice," he commented, not much expression in his voice. Man, had he fallen asleep in the library again?! He really needed to get work done.

He looked down at his text again, but the topic of sleep cycles seemed to just make him more tired and so he looked back up at the girl who had blasted her music. "You know, it's quiet time...that's what the library is for...quiet time." Okay, so he was slightly not all there. It was understandable though!

He hadn't concentrated on her face enough,but when he did, he would definitely be awake.

[Eloise Eaton]

"Didn't mean to interrupt nap time, sleeping beauty," Eloise said cooly with a little smirk, not perturbed by the groggy teen in any way. She finally managed to flip her sound off, greatful that this boy was the only one who seemed to be bothered by the accidental disruptance. "I just forgot I had iTunes open. Sue me," she offered, eyes staying in the general direction of her computer screen and text book. Part of her hoped the boy would fall right back to sleep. She didn't feel like having to focus on blocking out people as well as her homework. She could handle his current foggy state of mind since it didnt make a whole lot of sense. The only coherent thought he had was in regards to his distaste for Beyonce. Which Eloise desperately wanted to comment on.
So she bit her tongue at first, not wanting to give the boy any extra reason to wake up. But when Eloise thought of something sassy to say, she couldn't contain it. "And don't diss the queen," she shot in his direction, "I'd like to see you preform half as well as she does. She's not my favorite either but she's damn awesome." Eloise turned back to her work, only having faced the boy for a second. He still seemed unable to completely function, which made him very easy to ignore for the time being.

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

Monroe sent her a sideways glance that was somewhere near a glare, as close as you could get for him anyway. He was still trying to adjust to his location, rubbing his eyes again. He needed to come back down to earth. He was so exhausted, mentally and physically and it took all he had to stretch out, combat boot clad feet landing on the chair across from him.

"I will diss the queen when she wakes me up from a much needed nap," he shot back. "And I do a pretty great rendition of single ladies," he joked, before really concentrating on her. Her blonde curls. He found himself staring at them.

I saw you... You were with a girl... She had blonde hair and I think her eyes were blue. His gaze panned to her eyes and his own brown ones widened.

[Eloise Eaton]

Of course, since Ella couldn't keep her mouth shut, she couldn't expect the boy would do the same. He shot back a comment about his rendition of single ladies - which made her laugh - as well as a shot about how he really needed his nap. Eloise rolled her eyes as the boy complained. If he was so tired he should just roll over and go back to sleep. It would save them both from an unnecessary conversation. She opened up Microsoft word to begin typing her paper. Their back and forth was enough closure for her, and she hoped it was enough for him, too.

Apparently it wasn't though, because by the time Ella was done typing her introduction sentence, it seemed as if the boy's thoughts sprung to life. His mind was going a mile a minute - crazy enough that Eloise couldn't pick up any of his thoughts passively like she normally could. She turned slightly toward him, and realized he was staring wide eyed in her direction. She raised an eyebrow, and looked behind her to make sure she wasn't jumping to conclusions about his stare. But behind her was only books. She turned back to the boy with the long brown hair and said, "Can I help you?"

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

Monroe normally didn't stare at people. Usually he didn't have the energy to look too closely at anybody. His thoughts were fleeting and so were his glances, so it even surprised him that he was looking at her so intensely.

Blonde hair...blue eyes.

I think you were in love with her.

Shit. His eyes cast down as she'd basically asked what the hell he was doing. This was the girl?! Sebastian had pointed her out on campus before and he didn't know anything about her and now...she seemed kind of rude and like she wanted to talk to people but without any commitment. There was no way he could fall in love with this girl! Had Sebastian pointed out the right person?

"Probably not," he replied rather distractedly.

[Eloise Eaton]

And in a heartbeat, the fog that was the boy's mind lifted, and every thought he had could be heard clear as day - especially in the general silence of the library. Eloise was pretty sure she would have picked up on this particular thought, anyway - There is no way I could fall in love with this girl!. The inner dialogue made Eloise's eyes widen a bit, and her face contort into one of discomfort and confusion.

"...are you sure?" Eloise asked apprehensively, distracted by the fact that the guy couldn't stop thinking about the word 'love'. And it was clearly directed toward Ella. "I can leave. In fact... that's probably a good idea," she finally said, her voice mimicking the discomfort that she rightfully felt. She closed up her text book, and began putting her stuff away in her bag. "You can... uh... go back to sleep or something." And she could avoid the creepy kid like the plague.

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"I'm just tired," Monroe mumbled, running a hand down his face. That was really his excuse for everything, but it was true. Now she was talking about leaving and was obviously uncomfortable with how he'd looked at her in a way that struck Monroe. She was packing up her things and it seemed to him that her foot was already out the door. "Look, I didn't mean to make you feel awkward...honestly. I'm just tired and I have a lot on my mind..." His eyes shifted from her to the wood of the desk. He couldn't stop thinking about Sebastian's vision. It was plaguing him. He was so uncomfortable with the idea.

Honestly, how can his vision come true anyway? She's already running away from me. "Feel free to stay and study." She'd just gotten here and he felt like he'd made a really odd impression. Way to go.

[Eloise Eaton]

Visions? Love? Suddenly Eloise felt like she was thrown into the middle so some messed up Meta-Soap Opera. He offered her the chance to stay, and it became clear that he was just as uncomfortable as her. Despite her better judgement, Eloise slowly sat back down and took her book back out, eyeing the boy occasionally.

He wasn't lying when he said there was a lot on his mind. After his initial thought which Eloise managed to read clear as day, his mind became a hurricane of worry and panic. There were a few moments of silence between them, and as Eloise's curiosity built the quiet became unbearable. She slapped her book shut, and turned to the boy, "I'm not a bitch. I'm a telepath. There's a difference." She wasn't sure why it came out so harsh? Maybe she was a bit offended by the fact his first impression of her was I couldn't possibly love her. Not that his thought made any sense... Maybe his panicked mindset was just rubbing off on her. Or maybe a weird combination of the two. She didn't know why she cared so much that this guy knew why she was acting weird. She didn't know why she wanted to know why he was acting weird. All she knew is there was no way she'd be able to focus on the Louisiana Purchase while his mind was racing just one table away.

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

Monroe was somehow relieved when she sat back down again and sighed to himself, watching as she turned back to her book. He turned away from her, looking down at his psychology text, but not being able to absorb the words in it. He was so going to fail class if he wasn't able to concentrate. It was Seb's vision and Adaryn's dream and it was all blurring together in his mind. He wasn't usually panicky, at least not on the outside. He managed to keep it in his head, but even then he was able to curb it, usually. It was unusual to feel so on edge.

He ran a head through his head of hair, loose strands falling into his face, before the blonde spoke harshly, so sudden that it made Monroe flinch. "I...never said you were a bitch," he began slowly. "Or thought it, I guess..." he added when she said she was a telepath. That explained why she wanted to get up and leave. No wonder she was running! His thoughts were about her and Seb's vision. He wanted to slam his head in his textbook and never come out. Man, this was awkward. "...Uh, sorry."

[Eloise Eaton]

"It was implied," Eloise stated with a little roll of her eyes. Eloise knew better than anybody that what people said or thought was only the surface of true belief and opinion. Maybe he didn't believe she was a bitch but he didn't have a strong first impression of her.

"So are you going to explain this vision thing to me or are we going to sit here in what is possibly the most awkward silence I've ever been exposed to?" Eloise asked. She didn't want him to be sorry, she just wanted an explanation. Which was weird because she didn't know the guy. She hadn't even taken the time to figure out his name. A moment of deep reading told her it was Thomas, but he wanted to be called Monroe which was his middle name. He was a dreamwalker and was exhausted, but wouldn't possibly be able to sleep again with Eloise sitting there. Because apparently she was the subject of some sort of vision his friend had. Eloise wasn't sure how she felt about the whole situation, but couldn't just walk away and pretend it wasn't something she had happened across either.

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

Monroe opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was an exasperated sigh. Was it worth it to try and explain to her that he hadn't thought she was a bitch? He just wasn't interested in dating anybody. Not that she wasn't good looking or anything. He didn't even have the energy to explain and she'd moved on from that anyway.

Okay, so she had a point, this was a very awkward silence, even more awkward since she'd known what he was thinking. He wanted to facepalm. Why did Seb have to tell him about his vision? "My friend Sebastian had a vision...he gets them a lot. He has precognition and he hates it. Even visions that aren't scary freak him out because..." he trailed off, realizing he wasn't getting to the point and rambling on about his blonde friend instead. This girl probably wouldn't put up with that. "Anyway, he had a vision that insinuated we were in love and now you're here...in the library and," His eyes shifted down. "Man, it's awkward."

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise listened to Monroe, both his words and his thoughts, because she still wasn't sure what to make of the strange interaction. "Normally a girl would probably think this is some weird new pick-up line," Eloise started, "But you're lucky I'm telepathic." She cracked a small smile, trying to lighten the situation a bit. It was incredibly awkward, and any little attempt would probably help.

"And what exactly did he see. What defines 'in love'," Eloise asked, complete with air quotes and a roll of her blue-green eyes. Eloise was very wary of precognates. Her dad had a ton of precognate friends who always gave him 'advice'. She wasn't a fan of them. "Because frankly so far things aren't going so well." Making fun of the situation may have not been the perfect solution to the awkward tension, but Eloise couldn't help herself. The suggestion that she was 'destine' to fall in love with this kid was too hilarious. He was wearing combat boots for God's sake.

[Thomas "Monroe" Montgomery]

"Guess I lucked out," Monroe agreed with a shrug. She smiled at him, but Monroe still felt awkward. "And I don't know. He said we were by a pond, hugging or something. And I guess we were saying things to each other that seemed to give that idea." She was making jokes, which made him feel a bit better since he was sure she thought he was a complete creep from the moment she sat down.

Of course the girl had to a telepath. He was going to have one hell of a story to tell Sebastian.