Their little rascal

Quattordici

(Listen to: Cinnamon Girl by Lana del Rey )

~Se mi tieni senza farmi male, sarai il primo a farlo

~If you're holding me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did.

♧E.L.L.I.E♧

Another sunny morning. Her eyes flatters open, a small smile gracing her pretty face. She groans ash she stretches. Tossing around in her bed as her mind went blank for a bit. She sat there, thinking of how her life has taken a huge turn. It feels like it was just yesterday when she would beg for food, run from creepy druggies, and avoid dark streets at night. And now here she is, laid in a queen sized bed with too many pillows than normal for one person.

The most comfortable pillows though, and let's not forget how her bed nearly inhaled her inside. She hummed, tossing slightly before finally sitting up. Her eyes darting from one corner of the room to the next. She took note that the tv was still playing softly from last night. The memories of last night rushed through her mind once again and all she could do was giggle softly to herself.

Yesterday night was the first time this three men actually stayed with her, they practically smothered her to complete happiness. Even Marco wouldn't leave her even though his phone rang like he had no private life. But he just simply put it on mute and they all left their phones on the kitchen counter as they helped her up to her bedroom.

The bed was too small, but with Romeo and Elio by her sides and Marco sitting awkwardly on her couch, she didn't care if he was too far and out of reach, as long as he was there...She was happy.

Marco ordered pizza for them whiles he got her donuts and Starbucks. She devoured the four donuts like her whole life depended on it, she didn't understand why but she certainly gathered an odd craving for sweets yesterday. It led to Elio ordering one more box of donuts for her, but this time she was forced to have it with water instead.

Marco had say quietly on the couch, watching Romeo and Elio gush over her. She'd smiled at him and all he did was stare back. Even though he didn't smile back at her, the look in his eyes were so soft and relaxed that she didn't care.

Half way through the movie they were watching, she'd fallen asleep. And her she was, waking up alone into the next day. It would most definitely be an amazing day and no one was going to change that.

Ellie smiles brightly as she jumped down and off her bed. She looked down at herself, realizing she was still in Marcos' shirt. Deciding that she liked wearing his clothes more, she walked to her bathroom and started brushing her teeth whiles harming. Blushing softly as she played the memories of Marco and her in his bedroom, on his bed.

Ellie has been trying to forget those thoughts because it would give her a heart attack but she certainly couldn't stop herself from replaying them.

After washing her mouth clean, she rushed out of her bathroom and soon out of her pink and purple themed bedroom. With rushed steps, she practically skipped down the hallway and went straight down the staircase.

Ellie then realized talking got louder as she descendants down the staircase. Her feet stopped right in front of the staircase. Frowning, she realized that whoever this was didn't sound like her Marco, Romeo or Elio. But pushing forward, she walked to the noise that led to the front entrance.