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I LOVED THE sound of rain thumping against my windows, it soothed me. It always rained here, but this weekend it was fairly different. I never wanted to complain though. More rain, more weekends I spent going to high school parties, but this weekend, I didn't feel like partying.
I didn't feel like doing anything.
My hair was scraped back into a oddly perfect yet messy ponytail and I traced imaginary lines over my leg over and over again. Each time, admiring how the baby pink color hadn't faded off my fingertips yet. It would eventually.
"Devon, c'mere." Ana called from down the hall, I groaned. She always bugged me on weekends. I yawned first, then stretched, and finally got out of bed and slid my tiny little feet into the bunny slippers I'd gotten and fell in love with when I was eight on Christmas. Nothing was different now, except I was fifteen and sprouting into a beautiful, hot-headed, tempered, irritable, colorful woman.
A little backstory, my mother was twenty one year old. I know what you're thinking, excuse me? My real parents couldn't handle a household of ten children, so by the time they were peaking eleven; I was put up for adoption. I didn't turn out like one of those cliché devil children with pent up frustration from bouncing home to home because I obviously understood the situation my birth parents were in and was taken into a home with a loving family by the names of Carla and Ray Steele.
I was ecstatic to have parents and even more thrilled that my dream home had came with an older sister, Anastasia Steele, however, mom and dad ended up divorcing and mom ended up with Stephen Morton, who was an ass and whom she divorced as well, now has closed the failed marriage chapter and is perfectly happy with being with Bob Adams, for now.
When Ana turned eighteen, she thought mom's marriages would effect me, which it did, so she and mom came to the agreement that living with my sister was suitable for me until I finished high school.
I twirled into the kitchen in my most comfortable polka dot pajama shorts, white tee and inhaled. Yum, spaghetti, "So, spaghetti smells especially good, what's the special occasion?" I rolled my eyes as Ana blushed, a rosy shade spreading onto her cheeks. Must be a boy, we never have one of those over.
"Well, his name is Christian Grey.." Oh my God, I gasped, "Pause. Christian fucking Grey?! He's like the youngest billionaire in Seattle, heck, the youngest billionaire in the world! How'd you bag that, book worm?"
Kate, Ana's roommate and best friend, who happens to be like a second big sister to me laughed as she came out her room, "I said the same thing! But he came with a brother and I bagged him."
"Is he as hot as Christian? If so, can you share?" I teased as Kate hit me, too hard with a rolled up Vogue magazine on the back of my head.
Ding dong.
"Stop it, you guys." Ana said as Kate and I squealed to each other in the corner, as soon as Ana opened the door, my heart began beating faster and faster and my knees were starting to feel like jello.
