Unknown Abilities (L.L)

-Rule- ²

Two and a half chapters go by and your stomach grumbled, demanding food and no longer deemed itself satisfied with the only thing running in your veins.

Your eyes glance at the clock, the hands ticked and indicated that you still had about four hours, your eyes flit back on your page, no longer reading and instead let your mind wander on what to eat.

I mean we don't want to pass out from hunger now do we.

The idea of having grilled cheese for lunch sounded heavenly to you right about now, it being quick, easy, and delicious.

You set your mind on the sandwich that's probably not what you need, not what your body needs, but your mind sure as hell says otherwise. It was already the afternoon yet you thought of a breakfast meal. Who ever said you have to live life in a healthy manner to keep going, right?

You pull your legs from its comfort under the blanket and into the slightly chilled air of your living room.

Your legs led you to the kitchen to make the meal. You pulled out bread, cheddar, mozzarella, and butter. You turned to your stove and slid a pan from your cupboard. As you waited for that to heat up, you checked your phone, scrolling mindlessly at your instagram feed. 

Once you felt the heat from the pan you started cooking. The aroma made you more and more hungry by the second with the cheese melting. As soon as it was cooked you quickly ate the sandwich despite it just straight out off of the pan, burning the living fuck out of your tongue. It was a welcomed pain, quickly soothed over by the flavors.

"I made a good ass sandwich." You hummed with satisfaction.

After finishing the last drops of coffee, you look up to see that it was only 3:20 pm, still having quite a lot of time left, you decided to clean up a little bit, lord knows you need it.

Washing the dishes first and then making your way to the living room and tidying up the pillows on the couch, wiping the small coffee table and dusting off any dirt on the bookshelf, lastly making your way to the bedroom, you make your bed, fix the mess you made from the previous days on the small desk at the corner of the room, and vacuum the floor, if it wasn't a rug it would have been shining.

Looking once again at the clock you see that it's five in the afternoon, suddenly a boost of adrenaline is flowing through you by the two hours that you had to prepare, you seriously needed to stop cramming shit.

You quickly lay out your dress and the essentials like undergarments, shoes, and accessories like a necklace, a bracelet, and a small hand bag.

Once all laid out you hop in the bathroom for a quick shower, steam escapes into the rest of the bathroom as you step out of the shower and grab a towel, wrapping it around your hair then grabbing another towel, wrapping that around your body, the towels soaking up every bit of water it can.

You get out of the bathroom and glance up at your clock, having an hour and forty-five minutes left. Okay, good time, a fifteen minutes shower isn't bad.

You quickly slide into the dress and slip on the small heels in your F/c, matching the dress, you snapped your necklace in its place and a gold snake bracelet your mom gifted last Christmas encircled your wrist, slightly lose as it moves around your wrist with every move you make. You plug in your hair curler.