E.L.E.V.E.N. Wake Up

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[I have had a blast during this rewrite.  I am even more excited to finish the story! I will hopefully be updating 3 times a week! So stay in tune because things are about to get....wild.]

E.L.E.V.E.N.

Wake Up

(August)

Elizabeth woke up from a long sleep, this morning, and could feel her body aching from the night before, moving the furniture in her room around where she wanted it in order to set up a new easel was hard work and her arms were scolding her for it today.

It had been a long few days anyway, what with trying to get the rest of the house cleaned up for the dinner party that was coming that weekend on her birthday.

It wasn’t like she wanted it to happen or anything, but Marilyn really just wouldn’t have it any other way. He wouldn’t let her even begin to deny having a party for her. Elizabeth rarely could even recall telling him that her birthday was on August 13th.

She had never really told anyone else about her birthday because it was a day she and her father used to spend together—and they would go do ‘guy stuff’ like fishing, or bowling together. It was a thing.

But Marilyn insisted they have a party and invite every person in the town to come see the house! Eliza eventually agreed, but she agreed only if Marilyn would let her do some cleaning and rearrange some things around the house. Eliza remembered seeing that strange sense of pride and excitement go across his face like it did the moment he kissed her in the shower three weeks ago.

They hadn't spoken of that night since then either. They had kissed for a while, even after turning the water off. However, eventually that glazed look in his eyes faded and he seemed to snap out if it. He was apologizing and frantically stepped out of the shower and entered his room.

As a matter of fact, that whole night was off, like it wasnt supposed to happen at all. But that look was exactly the same when she offered to fix up the house and remodel some stuff. It was even weirder when he gave her his card and said to spend as much as she needed on remodeling.

For Elizabeth to have freedom with Architecture, and all the money in the world to do it with---was like throwing Paris Hilton inside of a tiny dog shop and giving her a million dollars to buy as many as she could in five minutes. It was dangerous.

But Elizabeth was mature enough to know not to spend his whole namesake, and so she just decided to do a little changes in colors of the walls, and the furniture. The over-all architecture, she liked, anyway.  

Marilyn had said that he liked the way it looked and he said that she had very good taste in furniture, and that had made her feel happy with herself. Actually, it made her feel more than happy, it made her feel the ways he suspects her mother would feel when her dad would kiss her and tell her that dinner had impressed him. Proud of herself. That alone, was something new to Eliza.

On a stranger note, Marilyn had been treating her differently lately.

Eliza wasn’t just a future co-worker anymore, she was a roommate and girl that he sort of kissed in the shower.

Marilyn would wake up early to get a shower when he heard her in her shower at seven before she would get up to go work out. He never got into the same shower like that night, but he was close to her.

He would make sure she had breakfast, and bought her gifts like empty canvases and new paint quite regularly. He still left her his little notes from time to time, also; usually on the counter in the bathroom where she was sure he'd see it.

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