𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝗆𝗂𝖽90𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅

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A LARGE EXHALE drifted from her lips as she stared into the mirror, running her hands down her face as she studied herself. There were creases in her face she hadnt had before, and she could see the red of a pre-breakout growing on her cheeks. She groaned, bringing the hand towel up to her face. Clumpy mascara slid off of her lashes as she sighed, readjusting the black DROORS hoodie she had wrapped around her torso.

The moment Fuckshit and Ellie had walked into Fuckshits house, Ellie had been hit with the familiar smell of lemongrass and coconut. Fuckshit had flipped on the lights, revealing an even fancier interior than it had been the last time Ellie was here; the living room was decorated in colors of white and tan, the kitchen counters had been redone, now an even more glittery marble than before, and the walls had been painted fresh white.

"I think its my moms way of coping with her problems," Fuckshit had told Ellie after showing her how his mom had spent nearly all of the money redecorating the house. From the bathroom to the garage.

She had even decorated the basement, making it a sort of hide out for Fuckshit, which he greatly appreciated, but wasnt too keen about her spending over $300 on it.

After a while, Fuckshit gladly offered Ellie clothes after she begged him to let her go to take a shower. She had never felt so gross before, sticking with muddy ocean water.

"Just take my droors hoodie I dont actually wear it anymore," he had told her, handing her it and a pair of Tommy Hilfiger boxers, "Why? It used to be your favorite", she had frowned as they stood face to face against the bathroom door frame, Started reminding me of you.. after you left Ellie had cringed at that, and had forcefully pushed Fuckshit out of the bathroom, playing it off as if she was just exhausted and wanted to take a quick shower, but really, she hated that he felt that way, about nearly everything.

She sighed as she opened the bathroom door, being hit with fresh non-steamy air. She slid her fingers into her hair, beginning to braid it down against her scalp as she walked down the upstairs hallway.

As she moved towards the stairs, her eyes glanced at every picture hung on the wall. They were all newer family pictures, and she noticed that Fuckshit rarely smiled in any of them, the only smile being a small fake smile that she knew his mother had told him off about.

She smiled as she passed the pictures, trotting down the stairs where she could smell fresh pizza. No home cooked meals for Fuckshit and Ellie. It would always be pizza, and soda that neither of them truly liked.

Darkness filled the front hallway that led to the kitchen, only a dim glow coming from the overhead stove light. Fuckshit stood against the counter, his bare torso shining in the light. His Calvin Klein boxers peeked over his black sweatpants, hugging around his hips. His head snapped back to Ellie, a smile on her face, "You cooked me dinner?," Ellie said cheekily, dimples poking through her cheeks as she smiled.

Fuckshit shook his head with a smile as he turned to slide the pizza plate down the kitchen island, "Yeah totally I definitely didnt just reheat it," he smiled.

He ran his hands through his long curls, brushing it off of his forehead as it fell against his back. Ellie tugged the last bit of her braid tightly as wrapped the ponytail around it, then pulled herself up onto the island. The cold air from the ac unit hit her damp shirt, wet from her dripping hair. Fuckshit glanced at her for a moment before clearing his throat and looking away, leaning his elbows down onto the island as he snuck a bite of the pizza.

"Where'd your parents even go, anyway?"

Fuckshit sighed dramatically, "Work shit.. per usual. When arent they going away on business?" he huffed, rolling his eyes.