"Do you prefer Barbie or space ships?" I said, offering Ella sheets. "I personally prefer the Barbie for the fabric, but space ships are way cooler." I winked at her.
"Barbie," Ella groaned.
"What a waste of sheets," Lucy said, her forehead creasing. "Why don't you just share a bed? That's what I always did at my girlfriends' houses." She took both pairs of sheets from my hands and tucked them back into the linen cupboard.
Ella shot me an uncomfortable look. I could practically read her body saying LACEY, WHAT THE HELL?!
"Lucy, I think Ella prefers me sleeping on the couch. That way she gets the whole bed to herself."
Ella's forehead creased. "I thought I was sleeping on the c-"
I cut her off with a light jab in the ribs and smiled innocently at Lucy. "I'd be fine, I think."
Lucy pursed her lips, arms folded over her chest. "I think you're mature enough to handle sharing a bed, Miss Priss."
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"Yeah, maturity is for punks," Ella said, digging through her bag for her pajamas.
"Exactly!" I agreed, completely ready to sleep in the window bench.
Ella finally extracted a pair of lycra shorts and a tank top. "Like, I've never been expected to share a bed with anyone. I don't even know if I snore," she added. "Do you mind?" she asked, gesturing towards her pajamas.
I blushed and turned towards the window. I locked my eyes on a tree in the distance. "No, not at all."
"So if I do snore," Ella continued, and I heard her jeans fall to the floor, "just kick me off the bed, I'd totally get it."
I noticed her reflection in the glass. Dammit, Lacey, pull it together, I thought to myself. However, I couldn't look away. Ella's body was inconceivably beautiful. Every curve looked as though it were placed purposefully; every move seemed choreographed, as if her every muscle were pulled by a master marionette.
" . . . but yeah, don't trust large colorful butterflies," Ella said, clearly concluding a story I hadn't paid a bit of attention to. "Well, moths."
I nodded at the window, pretending I hadn't seen her Godzilla underwear.
"You're good now," she said, and I turned to watch her fold her jeans and climb into my bed. Even in shorts, that girl was fine.
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A Second Chance At Life
Teen FictionLacey never wanted any life that didn't revolve around her, until her sister moves her out of state to drop her smack in the past she'd rather not dwell on.
