Describing Him (Ansel Elgort)

9 // A visitor

(A/N: Okay, so I owe you guys a MASSIVE apology for not updating in years. I have been so busy it's not funny, and then I got writers block and yeah... Thanks so much for reading and I promise it'll get better. I have a plan and I know exactly where I'm going with the story but it gets longer and longer haha. Love you all)

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"You look like you need a cup of tea,"

I look up, and there is Ansel, red faced, sort of concerned.

"Yeah, I just..." I run my fingers through my hair.

"Can't find a hotel?" He finished for me. I nod.

He sighs, looking hesitant.

"What?"

"Nothing, I ju- I didn't want to-" He sighs, pulling up a seat next to me. He sits, staing in my eyes for a few long moments.

"If you want, you could... you could stay with me." My whole body relaxes, and my mind eases. I completely forgot to ask Ansel where he's staying! Maybe they can somehow get a room for me, even though it's summer holidays. (Eyuk. I hate summer. I seem to be the only teenager who does) Or maybe - I allow the thought to form in my brain, because we are friends - I could stay in his room. He might have a room with two beds, or I could sleep on the couch or on a camp mattress.

"Yeah! Where are you staying, do you think I could book my own room or are they strict?" Before he can answer, Flora calls him over, for what I don't know.

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"Okay, so Caitlin-"

"She plays Olivia?"

"Yeah, she's a little... in your face, but just a little,"

"Okay. Will I meet Danielle?"

"Not yet, she's super busy. You almost have to schedule a time with her."

I knock loudly on Caitlin's door. Her eye appears through the peephole.

"Margo!" She say loudly, opening the door and pulling me into a hug. She's wearing a robe, like the ones you get at a hotel or when you go to the hot springs, and a towel wrapped around her hair.

"So guess what."

"What?"

"I just died my hair!"

I look from the towel on her head to Indie, who was knew a lot about hair dying. I open my mouth.

"Like, this morning?"

Yeah!" She walks inside, leaving the door open for us. I look at India, who Caitlin hasn't even noticed yet."I hadn't really decided, but then I felt that I'd feel more like her with blonde hair. So I died it."

We walk in, and I finally remember my manners.

"Oh, Caitlin - this is my sister, India." She takes the towel off her head, and rubs her newly blonde hair with it.

"Hey, India." She holds out her hand, and India shyly shakes it. She isn't often shy, but I don't blame her. Caitlin sort of acts as if she's your close friend even if you hardly know her. India just sort of looked confused, and she was being really quiet, her dark lips in a small 'o'.

"How old are you, India?" She stays silent for a moment, and Caitlin looks at her, waiting for an answer.

"Uh, sixteen. Younger then Margo." She just turned 16 a few days ago, and she's still proud of it.

"Ah,"

I sit on the couch as Caitlin slips in the bathroom to do something with her hair, but India stands awkwardly in the spot I left her. I gesture for her to sit next to me on the couch, and as I relax, she sits up straight, tense. It's normally the other way around.