"What's.. beautiful?"
"Beautiful is what you call a girl you like looking at, like your so beautiful I can't take my eyes off of you"
One day Lily Harrington's best friends mysteriously vanish one night in the woods. She and her friends decide to in...
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The next morning, the soft glow of dawn filtered through Lily's curtains, gently rousing her from slumber. Her painted purple alarm clock, a whimsical piece adorned with stars and swirls, chimed its cheerful melody for the first time. Groggily, she buried her face deeper into the plush folds of her pillow, reluctant to embrace the day. With a sleepy stretch of her arm, she reached out to press the oversized black button on the clock, silencing the alarm before it could interrupt her peaceful moment a second time.
"Hey, you ready?" Steve called out, his voice husky with sleep as he rapped forcefully on the door. With a slow creak, he pushed it open, revealing the chaos of a teenager's sanctuary. The older boy, hair sticking up in haphazard tufts and eyes still heavy with slumber, blinked against the dim morning light filtering in.
In the cocoon of her black and purple covers, the brunette let out a dramatic groan, burying herself deeper beneath the fabric as if hoping to fend off the day. Her room was a vibrant testament to cherished memories, adorned with snapshots of exuberant moments shared with friends, each frame telling a story.
Most prominent among them was a special spot designated for El, filled with playful, goofy pictures that added a warm glow to the space. The nightstand overflowed with laughter captured in still frames, encapsulating the bond they shared.
Her room was a chaotic tapestry of scattered clothes, each item tossed haphazardly as if in a playful struggle for attention. Piles of fabric in vibrant hues jostled for space on the floor, creating a kaleidoscope of colors beneath a haze of untamed creativity.
In stark contrast, her desk stood like an island of organized chaos. It was a delightful jumble of painting supplies and pencils, where splatters of paint adorned the surface, and brushes rested in a whimsical arrangement.
"Lily, you're going to be late again" Steve grumbled, his voice a blend of frustration and fatigue. He glanced at the bedside clock, its bright blue digits glaring back at him, 6:30 AM. With a weary sigh, he navigated through the chaos of scattered clothes and books that littered the floor, each step a reminder of the clutter that surrounded him.
His eyes fell upon the small figure nestled under a tangled mess of blankets, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of exasperation. With a swift motion, he yanked the comforter away, sending a rush of cool air across the room and exposing Lily to the reality of the morning.
"I don't want to go; it's too early and freezing," Lily murmured, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees, her breath visible in the chilly air. She shivered delicately, curling into a small ball as if trying to protect herself from the biting cold. "Plus, I can't even go to El's afterward. Hopper's gonna kill me probably."
Steve furrowed his brow, a mix of concern and irritation flickering in his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose, the sigh that escaped him heavy with frustration. "What? What do you mean Hopper's gonna kill you? What did you do this time?"
