The Beauty of My First Love

"Summers Secret"

Amelia's POV

Last night reminded me of my disorder. It was odd, I felt something other then hunger for the first time this summer.

Don't get me wrong, I ate enough, but I was hungry, all the freaking time.

It was exhausting.

My beloved friend Aaron always makes sure I had enough to eat and always asks me about it, even though its not a subject I like to be mentioned.

Maddie has been texting me a lot more then usual, regarding our study-date tonight.

As I've mentioned, Maddie studies fashion in my dream college, and it is very tough. Not that she's studying there, but the college. It is an extremely hard school so we annually plan study-dates where we study earlier then actually needed. So were prepared.

The taste of the crunchy cereal arrives in my mouth when I get a notification.

To my surprise, it was Maddie.

Mads : We still on?

Me : Yes Madeline, and texting me 24/7 wont change it. 

Mads : How about we meet earlier?

Me : No, I have to wash and fold the jerseys for tomorrow.

Mads : Can I come over? Ill help you.

Me : They are in the washer, Ill call you when they're ready.

Mads : See ya then sista!

Well, I guess its going to be a very fun day.

I clean up after breakfast and wash my plate, I like to do stuff immediately and not wait every last second to do it.

"Good morning, Lia." Says Elliot, while yawning.

"Morning!" I cheerily say, while putting the cereal case back into the cabin.

"Please don't forget to fold my jerseys, and don't leave Aarons out on purpose." Elliot says, looking at me in a serious way.

"That only happened once." I said, but then corrected myself. "Twice."

It was a joke, its not like I purposely wanted him to ride the bench because he didn't have a jersey.

"Don't worry, Maddie's coming over to help me. So your precious jerseys are ready on time."

"So Maddie is coming to the game too, cool." Elliot said with a smile on his face.

"Oh my god, Elliot!" I thought he had gotten over Maddie.

I spent the next three hours writing notes for my new article, for  our team.

The thing is, I am the manager of our teams journalistic page, which means I have to write articles for most games and have to be at them. If not I have to watch the game video. But I prefer going to the games and seeing it in real life, if I don't I feel like I'm writing about a movie I've seen before, but don't quite remember it as well. 

When I take notes there are a lot of questions I should keep in mind when writing a article, like: 

"What number did who wear?"

"How many points did they score?"

And most importantly..

"Who won?"

But there are a lot more things that need to be written.

I already texted Maddie so  she's probably on her way.

I hear someone talking in the distance and out of reflex, open my door.

It was Maddie and Elliot.

I always rooted for Maddie and Elliot to get together so now I'm very happy, its not often they talk when I'm not there.

"Hey washing machine." Maddie says, tapping me on the head.

"Hey, the jerseys are on the bed, lets start by pairing the shorts and shirts with one other." I say.

"Woah, there is no reason to be so rude." She answers, putting her backpack down and I sigh.

"Sorry, I'm just really stressed out about this article thing." I answer, starting to pair jerseys.

"Girl, don't worry. You'll do so great! I mean you have been doing it since you were what? Twelve?" Maddie reassures me.

"Yeah, but that was when I joined the club. I didn't even do anything back then, but now I run it. Its different." I say, taking the number thirteen and folding it carefully.

"Okay, but its still amazing! They literally made you manager three years in a row, be proud of it!" She says and lightly punches me on the shoulder, making me giggle.

"Thanks for coming over, this would have taken me hours." I say, changing the subject.

"Yeah couse you would have spent an hour making sure Aarons jersey is perfect." Maddie jokingly says.

"Uhm, excuse me. That's hurtful." I say, mocking her voice.

"Sorry, sorry." She giggles.

After we have finished folding and matching the jerseys, we studied for half an hour before falling asleep on our notebooks.

But boy did it feel good to talk to her, after all, it always does.