Platonic My Ass - hizzie

SEVEN. you're being suspicious, back up

HOPE

"This is the bathroom," I state in a monotone voice, gesturing to the closed door at the end of the hall. "On your right is.. don't mind that." I don't point out the massive portrait of myself my parents forced me to do when I was stuck for ideas for art class.

My parents demanded copies be made and my high school art teacher was not pleased in the very least when they marched into school threatening to sue anyone on the school board if my teacher refused to produce another copy.

If you think your parents are extra, wait until you meet mine.

"You have your own portrait? How rich are you?"

I give Lizzie a side eye, not minding her comment and continue walking down the hall. We come to a stop outside my bedroom and I debate whether I should show her around.

She would be prying into my personal life, but I also have to kill time before I can stuff my face with delicious Christmas food.

"Oh wow, is this your room in here?" Lizzie answers her own question as she swings my door open and strolls inside like she owns the place.

"Yes it is." I mutter, closing us in and jumping onto my bed face first.

"Ughhh, comfort!" I breathe out in content, sighing happily. "I missed you bed." I caress my sheets like it's the most beautiful thing on the planet, which it is.

"How many photos do you have?" I hear Lizzie's voice from my right and lift my head, seeing her gazing at my wall of memories in awe.

"My family are big on pictures. It's not a get together if uncle Kol doesn't whip out the camera." My favourite picture is mom holding my barely one year old self, and I'm surrounded by dad, Uncle Elijah, and Aunt Rebekah.

Lizzie traces her finger over a very familiar picture and my cheeks heat up subconsciously. "Lizzie, don't look at those."

"Why not?" She turns to glance at me over her shoulder, a teasing smile painted on her perfect lips.

Did I just describe her lips as perfect...?

"They are humiliating."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. I think you look adorable in ninety percent of them." she grins, her finger pointing out a few bearable ones of my youth.

The photos range from me being a couple months old to the most recent picture captured of Penelope strip dancing at my twenty first birthday party. My horrid expression is snapshotted in the background.

"Except maybe this one." She gestures to a polaroid photo I was most embarrassed of and my eyes widen. I swear I remember hiding that in my desk drawer. Why is it in her hands!?

"How did you find that?" I gasp, rushing to my feet and ready to pounce on her to demand she gives it back.

"It was just.. you know around." She lies straight through her teeth and I narrow my eyes, sensing her biting back a grin.

"You're lying." I grumble, trying to snatch the photo from her hand but she pulls it away quicker than I thought she could move. So she only functions at slow paces when she's working.

"You want it? Come get it."

The photo was embarrassing for three reasons. One, you can see my exposed nipple under my soaked white shirt and two, I was so drunk my face speaks it all. Three, back to reason one. My nipple is very much excited to say hello to everyone. It's so erect it could poke an eye out.

"Lizzie, I'm not playing your little games. Hand it over." I extend my open palm out to her expectantly, giving her the chance to politely return it back to me. I don't want to have to use force.