A certain someone is inspiring me to get shit done*
Ashley POV
The plan was in motion, the planes were coming any day now. We were still packing which is something we all should've gone at least two damn days before but no-- I had to get high outside with Matt while watching Eliza and Lita across from the yard. I had watched her fuck and it annoyed me to no end.
"Have you seen my favorite blue sweater?" I asked Eliza.
She takes a while to answer me so I repeat my question. "no, I have not, Ashley, I am sure it is with all of your blue tops if you look hard enough, try my closet if you can't find it."
I looked at her side of the color-coded closet, scanning through, and just as she said I would: I found my sweater. "can you stop wearing my shit? We're not even the same size, you're a giant--"
"And you're a baked bean!"
Well, I couldn't fight here there, being 5'3 and all. . . "whatever." I rolled my eyes and pulled out the light knit blue sweater. I grabbed other sets of clothing and decided to wear a pink dress. I was surprised Eliza didn't take this moment to steal me again while we were in the dressing room alone, as I was only dressed in a barely-there matching pink slip. I didn't turn her on anymore? "hey . . . E?"
"Yyyyeah?" she answers, reaching for another pair of glasses in the back.
"D-do I do anything for you?" I ask.
"What do you mean? If you're asking what I think you are asking, then the only thing you do is be the mother of my children and do a pretty good job at it," she laughs.
"No, not that." I tell her.
"Then what?"
"I mean do you find me attractive?"
She laughs even harder. "y-yes I do! But why the fuck should that matter when you have two other people taking every bit of your body? Why should my views on you hold any weight whatsoever?"
She is so cold. She only gets this way when she is trying to deflect from a situation that her heart is obviously, she wants to say something else completely different but can't do it without seeming like she still cares about me. Oh, Eliza . . .
She thinks I am still sexy.
"They don't, I just wanted to know if--"
"You look good for someone your age," she retorts.
Wow, way to go. Just when I was about to soften up for a minute, there she goes again, adding another brick to her well. Why couldn't we be friends? Why couldn't we still have that same camaraderie we had when we first met? "no need to be like that, be nice Eliza,"
"I am being nice, what I said was a compliment, you should have that in good graces." she chuckled.
Whatever. I finished getting dressed and finished packing the rest of my bags, I had peeped the vibrator in tow, with the nightstand drawer being left ajar, which was funny because I don't remember ever opening it or closing it this week. Eliza passes by me with clothes in her arms and takes them to the suitcase on the bed. the neatly folded clothing goes in the suitcase with ease until she asks me over to sit on the suitcase. I was hesitant: she said she was going to touch me at any given time.
Could it be now?
I obediently sat on top of the suitcase and waited for her to close the suitcase. "thank you, there,"
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If I Lie : Book 2
Romance"I am yours, doesn't that mean anything to you?" I asked her. "I would never leave you even at your worst," but now was a time worse as ever; the bruises on my behind were proof and the tremble resonating throughout my body were screaming by her h...
