PURE | 18+ (On Hold)

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

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Flaneur

[ Fla- ner ] french

(n) a person who strolls the
city in order
to experience it

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-𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚

Do you ever feel like you want to strangle the living hell out of someone? Like give them the most painful and slow death in the history of slow and deaths

Well that's how I'm  currently feeling,as my ' loving' best friend drags me out of bed by my left foot, determined to pull me into consciousness.

"Elena, get up!" she declares, and all I can manage is to irritably bury my head under the soft white pillow, desperately trying to hang on to those last moments of my precious sleep. But she's not giving in easily. I feel her Releasing my foot, she persists in her mission.

"Lena, seriously, get your Hispanic ass up or I'll..." Abruptly, her threat hangs in the air, and the room falls into a hushed pause as I hear some  shuffling around me.

what  is she up to now ?

"You're not waking up, huh? Well, I might as well just text your boyfriend Riccardo and te-" Without fully processing her statement, I abruptly spring up from under the pillow, ready to snatch my phone from her hands, only to find her laughing.

There's something wrong with this girl

I shove the already disheveled sheets off my body.

"Good morning!!" she cheers with the most exuberant voice and I resist the urge to give her face a loving hug with the pillow

"Morning," I mumble grumply, rubbing the sleep off my  eyes. With a blurry vision, I take in her attire; she's wearing a white robe, and her wet hair suggests she just took a shower.

"Emily, why would you wake me up so abruptly, and where are we going this early?" I ask. she shakes her head slowly

"What's wrong , did papi exhaust you completely last night "

What did she just say?

My face flushes with a sudden intensity, and gradually, I lift my eyes to meet hers, only to find a mischievous smirk adorning her pretty face.

"I sort of overheard your conversation last night. Well, not the entire exchange, but I caught wind of what you were saying. So tell me what did papi say that you didn't want me to hear?"  her voice taunting me with a hit of amusement in it

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing." C-can you please stop? h-he didn't say anything," I stammer, doing my best to conceal the nervousness in my voice.

"You stuttered. are you lying? It's not bad to call your boyfriend Papi. I call Matteo Daddy every time he spank-" Before she can finish her sentence, I swiftly grab the pillow I was sleeping on and hurl it at her face.

"Stop it, Riccardo is not my boyfriend and  I don't want to know what you and Matteo do " she really needs help , I mean why would would he spank her ?is it nice?

I mean I'd let Riccardo spank me , right? 

"He's not your boyfriend, yet , that's why we're going shopping today " deciding not to entertain her first statement I just roll my eyes