"I take it Livy's going out with you tonight?" asks Flo when we're sitting together in our room. Livy is the English name for Lieve, since nobody here can really pronounce her name properly.
"Yes." I glance at her as we sit on the bench in front of the telly. "Got a problem with that?" Flo looks shocked, but looks away quickly.
Our room isn't very large. But big enough to keep two students happy, Flo and I share a bedroom -I don't mind though. It's only a little uncomfortable when I take a boy home -with which a mini bathroom is adjacent. There is only one shower, so in the morning it's often a game to see who gets to use it first, but apart from that we're quite content with our room. When I was assigned the place in first year, along with Flo as my roommate, I couldn't believe that I finally had a place of my own. now I'm used to it though. Flo and I got along well from day one, even though we are quite different from each other - she's a nice young lady while I could be insanely childish. It's Friday, the end of the week, and the campus slowly empties out with students heading to London. and as usual Flo stays on the uni to study.
I'm doing the dishes in our small kitchen when someone knocks on the door. With my hands still covered in soap, I gesture to Flo to open the door. I pretend i don't see her rolling her eyes at me as she drags herself up from the sofa.
"Hi Florence." Lieve's voice, again that excessive tone. I'm sigh in annoyence,"Come in, Livy."
I turn around as I dry my hands and smile wide to Lieve's beautifully make-uped face. She has an angels face: innocent blue eyes with long black eyelashes, round, dark-legged lips, a fair skin with rosey cheeks (or too much rouge) and a crown of long slightly curly blond hair.
"How do I look?" She asks as she turns around.
"Stunning!" I mean it. Lieve had put herself in a way too tight, bright red dress that reached the middle of her thighs. It was great for her perfect body that showed no gram of fat. wearing black stilleto's that made her look even taller. I wipe my hand across my forehead pretending like I suddenly got horribly hot.
"But ..." She points to my outfit with a thin finger. i'm wearing baggy blue and white pyjama trousers with an old gray sweatshirt that reaches my navel.
"Don'tt worry silly,I still have to change clothes."
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The ugly truth
Подростковая литератураLilly is a nineteen-year-old student and is studying at one of the most prestigious universities in England. Like most other students, Lilly's life consists mainly of school, working, partying, eating, partying, sleeping and ... parties. Lilly, howe...
