washing machine heart

the date

[this is the elle i chose for this story. she looks very young but also a little bit artsy. idk, these explanations are dumb lol]

Standing in front of the mirror beside her bed, Emily contorted her body in many different angles as she examined herself. She was wearing a thin black dress, with a pair of black fuck-me pumps, alongside with her favorite necklace. She looked good, and she knew it.

She just hoped that Elle felt the same way.

"What happened between you and JJ when you were in the back, talking?" Spencer questioned, staring at her from his place on his bed. While he knew he was gay, he could see how people would be attracted to his best friend. She wore an aura of confidence, intelligence, as well as having a decent facial structure.

"Listen, Spence, I don't wanna think about JJ right now. It's done and over," she shot him a hesitant smile, turning to look at him. "I want to think about Elle, look, look at how cute she is!" She grinned, showing him a picture of the other girl with a bright smile on her face. "She's cute. I like her."

Spencer shook his head, although there was a bit of a smile curling up on his lips. "Where are you guys going for dinner? Will you bring me back some, I'm not feeling cooking without you here." He began searching his pockets for any money, and found a crisp $20 bill. "Here, order me some chicken tenders and fries. Please?" He handed her the money, then turning back to his computer.

"Ugh, fine." She rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing her purse off the floor. "Is there a way that you can maybe go to Penelope's tonight? I just... you can be here until we get here, I'll give you your food, then you can go eat in her room?" She swung her purse over her shoulder, examining the boy who seemingly was paying no attention.

"Yeah, that's fine. Just let me know ahead of time when you are gonna be home so I can prepare my outfit- maybe Derek will be there." Emily leaned over to kiss him on the head, which led to him fake gagging an pushing her away. "Gross, now go on your date with Elle, and Emily," he hesitated as she had her hand on the door knob. "Forget about JJ."
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Climbing in her small yellow car, Emily's nerves were on fire. She could barely breath she was so nervous. While she had been on dates before, she had never been on a date with someone she truly had the potential to be with. It was always the guys forcing her to pay for the meal, and then expecting a blowjob in the back of their rusty car. She usually left before anything happened.

She took off down the road, Elle was only a few minutes away. As she was a sophomore, she was allowed to live off campus and had bought her own apartment near the college. Emily was a little bit jealous. She loved living with Spencer, but there was a few times a week where she was tempted to either rip his hair out, or her own.

It wasn't a far drive, and Emily arrived pretty quickly. She put the car in park, and watched as her hands shook violently against the steering wheel. "Take a deep breath, Prentiss, it's not that big of a deal. This isn't going to be like Ian."

Deciding it was better to get out of the car and get the date started rather than sulk, she climbed out of the small car and made her way over to the door. Elle lived in apartment #3, so thankfully she lived on the first floor. Emily could barely walk in heels, much less climb a flight of stairs.

Pressing on the key to Elle's apartment, she waited for a moment before someone's voice popped up. "Hello? Who is this?" She instantly recognized the voice, and frankly felt quite sick. She took a deep breath, and pushed the button once again to respond.

"This is Emily, I'm here for Elle." She heard the person take a sharp inhale, but chose to ignore it. "Are you going to let me in, Jayje?" She hadn't realized that Elle and JJ lived together. She knew they both lived off campus, and the two of them were friends, but hadn't connected the pieces until she heard JJ's voice clear through the speaker.