Nineteen

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I know that^^ looks kind of grown up but imagine it smaller and on El and you'll cry because of how adorable she is.
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Nancy.

Eleven is honestly a very pretty girl. I feel like she'd look good in anything, which is strange. She's only thirteen and she's prettier than most girls I know.

She looks nice in my blue sweater, though. Pastels are nice, but I feel she'd look really great in medium to darker colors. Especially maroon, I think she'd rock maroon.

Also, let me just say that her and Mike aren't fooling anyone. They so obviously like each other a bunch. I wouldn't be surprised if they start dating soon, they're practically already a couple. Holding hands twenty-four seven and smiling at each other constantly. It's kind of sickening how cute they are.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. I am partially jealous. Steve is great, he really is, but he doesn't give me that feeling. I can see how Eleven makes Mike feel and I've never felt that towards Steve. He's my first real boyfriend, though, so I don't expect to feel that way.

The mall was fairly empty for a Friday. I was so thankful, too, because I know Eleven wouldn't handle people well. She can barely handle me yet.

I parked and we all got out. Eleven was literally clinging onto Mike's arm as we walked to the entrance. He held a small smile constantly, which was honestly adorable. Why does my thirteen-year-old brother have a better relationship than me?

When we got inside, there were actually a lot of people. It looks like they're all walking around, though, and not in the stores. Teenagers like to come here to meet up with friends, they hardly ever go shopping.

I stood on the other side of Eleven as we walked, wanting her to feel safe. Well, more safe than she does. I'm sure she's silently panicking.

We walked towards the first store and I was already recognized by a group of people from my school. They gave me a weird look when they saw me with my brother and 'some random girl' but I didn't care. I've learned to overcome all of that, honestly. Mike is my brother and I'm not ashamed of him. And now Eleven is my sister, so I'm not ashamed of her.

We walked into the first store and Eleven looked around like it was an entirely new planet. It was insanely empty, besides workers, so we were free to roam. I lead the way, of course, and continually asked if she liked things. She nodded at basically everything I pointed out, which I sort of expected. It's not like she has a style, she wore a hospital gown for as long as she can remember. Then Mike put her in my dress and that's it. No other experience with clothes.

"Ok, I think we've gotten enough for now. You should try them on, make sure you like them." I smiled at her, and she nodded. We went back to the dressing rooms and I hung up all of the clothes that had hangers. All of the loose clothes, I just set on the bench. Then, I left, and Mike and I sat on a bench outside her door.

"She's having fun," He spoke up, and I looked at him with a confused expression.

"How can you tell? She had the same expression that whole time." I looked at him in disbelief, smiling slightly.

"No, her eyes changed a lot. And she kept responding quicker and quicker. Not to mention, she let go of my hand," He explained, and I continued to look at him. "What?"

"It's just crazy, Mike. You've known her for a week, in all technicality. She was here that week and then gone for an entire year. In all reality, you don't know much about her. But you know enough to make me believe you've known her your whole life. And it's all just from observing," I rambled, but he listened carefully.

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