Ella is, well she's a 20 year old virgin. Is she proud of that fact? Not really. For a good girl like she is, she wanted her first time to be with someone who knows what he's doing, no strings attached. You didn't expect that turn, huh? When Ella me...
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ily, bye
-Ivy xx
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This morning I woke up earlier than usual. I roll for a while on my bed and then I calm down and stare at the ceiling in my room. My room isn't big but quite small actually. When we first moved, there were three rooms. I let Jo take the bigger room because I didn't feel like I'm going to need a big bedroom. Stupid decision. However, the other room that was just a bit smaller than mine, we decided to use as our closet. That was a good idea because our rooms would be a mess if we had to have closets in here. My room is already small so I don't need a closet to make it even smaller.
I try to decide if I'm going to stay in bed or get up and have a nice breakfast and dress up on time. And no matter how much I love my bed, which I do a lot, I decide to get up. I rub my eye with the palm of my hand and chuckle when I see myself in the mirror I have in my room.
My hair is a bit wavy and messed up, knots everywhere and my face looks like it got hit by a train which is my usual morning look. My pyjama consists of man's grey sweatpants, that look way too huge on me and also a oversized shirt that makes me look even smaller than I am. I went to a men's department in a store just to buy this pants. They looked way more comfortable than those girl's pants I saw in shops.
I walk into the kitchen, seeing Jo leaned on the counter as she holds, I guess, a cup of coffee in her hands.
"Morning," she says and I nod. I'm not a very talkative person in the morning. That's the part of the day when I'm the grumpiest you'll ever see me. I don't even know if I'm alive or dead, "I made some pancakes if you want." my face lights up the moment she mentions pancakes. God bless her. It's nice having her as my flatmate because she always makes something to eat. No matter what time of a day is, she will always have food prepared next to her and that's pretty much the only thing she loved about Brian; his love for cooking which they both share.
"Thanks," I quietly say as I take a bite of a pancake. Delicious.
"Okay, when you finish with eating, go do whatever you have to do and get ready because we're leaving at 7.45." Jo explains as she puts her cup on the counter and I nod, taking another bite.
Once I'm done with eating, actually, once I ate all pancakes (I have a big appetite in the morning don't judge) I make my way towards the bathroom. But, of course Jo has to be inside. We have only one bathroom and it gets a bit hard to get ready.
I move my feet lazily towards the closet room. When I'm inside, I just stand in front of my closet and stare at it. I ignore the clothes on the floor and just stare. I don't even think about clothes, but about what should I make for launch today. Or should I maybe order something instead.
