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Eleanor

"ELEANOR!" Lily barges in my room slipping thanks to her fuzzy socks.

"WHAT?!"

"DID YOU EAT ALL OF THE ICE CREAM?"

Shit-

"No." She'll never know.

"Then where is it?"

I'm actually going to hurt her if she doesn't leave my room right now.

"I ate it, now get out!" I push her out the door and close it.

I grab my guitar and lay in bed playing Rosyln by Bon Iver lightly. It's such a comforting song, I honestly think I could never get sick of hearing it.

My phone buzzes waking me up from my daydream. It's Liv calling.

"Hey." I pick up.

"Hiii!" Liv lays down on her bed.

"Ok, what do we think about having a sleepover!!!" She says excited.

"Oooh that's a good idea. Last time we did something fun was that Landon's party two weeks ago." I say.

I love the typical sleepover. Watching movies, eating snacks all the time, baking cookies, telling each other the latest drama, face masks, Omegle, all of it.

"Ok then, I can drive us back to my house once we're done at school." Olive's black cat appears on the video call.

I swear her and her cat are twins.

"Ok then, that's settled! I need to go get my beauty sleep before school. Byee!"

"Bye bitch!" I hang up.

***

"Sooo..." Liv closes her locker.

"Yeaaah?" I copy her tone.

"Did your mom let you go?"

"Oh, no I'm sorry..." Her face drops and she stops in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm just kidding!!" I walk backwards so I'm facing her.

"You little bitch!" Olive starts running at me and I laugh.

Suddenly I hit someone behind me and paralyze.

That's fucking embarrassing.

"Sorry!" I turn around and it's Kaden.

"Oh, it's just you." He squints his eyes and slightly parts his lips meaning he's kind of shocked.

He doesn't really express how he's feeling but thanks to all of the time that we've spent together during classes I've been learning his different faces. All of them are handsome.

Uh what? Who said that? Not me.

Sue me, he's attractive but that's it! I don't even think he enjoys being around me, he tolerates me at most.

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