It's unbelievable how one thing can go away in a flash.
8 hours after they went to the store, all the instant noodles and chips were already gone. Azelia was fed up- although she loved each of the girls with all of her heart. With her sharp, always gorgeously styled curly afro ordeal and the long, forever worn winged eyeliner she looks as though she was the human embodiment of the devil. But she was more like a leader- a confident, bad ass bitch. She could be as fiery and as rude as the devil, but she would never be like that. Purposely.
In fact, all the girls were quite different in their own way, but that was too much to go over every single girl. You'll hear enough to collect your own image of the 8 of them.
"I suppose we must go out for another run. You're fumed up." A voice interrupted Azelia's thoughts. She looked as the black-haired girl, her body draped in a blanket. But Azelia couldn't look for long, the flashlight in the blanket-lady's hand shined like the sun in the angry girl's eyes. She shot her hand the cover the beam- not wanting to go blind just yet.
"Oh- sorry." Violet murmured sheepishly, a small click making the light go away. Azelia moved her hand away from her face, closing the cabinet door.
"You're good. I don't want to wake everyone up."
"Don't ruin tradition."
A new voice whined from farther away. A small click and the flashlight was back on, revealing the golden haired girl in the door wa-
Goodness, you must be confused. This story is flying everywhere, in every direction. What's that? You don't want some 4th wall breaking shit in your story? Let's settle on something, I suppose.
I'll give you a small little analyzation if each girl. Every 3, 4, 5 chapters along you'll get a new girl to look at. That way, we don't clutter your brain with facts that say the little golden-haired girl is a porn star in the meantime. (She is not.)
Back to the story.
A small click and the flashlight was back on, revealing the golden haired girl in the door way. Her hair was situated in a messy bun, her under eyes covered in makeup from the night prior. Not that she used much, but the mascara got smudged down her lower eyelid, trailing to her cheek.
"I said, don't break tradition."
Her voice was firm, but not enough to make the other two serious. Her voice could belong to a 6 year old. The hot-headed blonde girl heavily sighed, sticking out her tongue. "I'm awake now. And I'm going to get ready."
Violet smiled goofily. She waved at the girl. "Have fun, Goldilocks." The girl walked away, the small tapping of her slippers skidding through the hall as she headed to the bathroom. Violet turned back to Azelia. She lowers her goofy grin. "What?"
"I suppose you two have something?"
"She came from my bed you idiot! And we've literally been dating for 8 months."
"I'm kidding. Like I always am. And don't whisper yell to loud, you'll wake up everyone else."
Violet rolled her eyes. "Well, we're gonna go to the store and get everyone shit. Grab the list off the fridge." She murmured with a sharp tone, walking back to her bedroom.
"This some white girl shit." Azelia mumbled to herself, snickering in a soft voice as she repeated her joke in her head. She grabbed the list and read it. Typical stuff. Wait-
"Jesus fucking Christ, Mia I am not getting you underwear." She hissed to nobody in particular. And she hadn't even specified the type she wanted! God damn that gir-
"Oh hey Violet. You ready? And make sure you pick out your girlfriend some cute underwear. Some thongs." She teased, wiggling her butt on Violet's thigh. She followed that move by getting pushed into the counter. Not harshly, but count on her to make it seem so.
"Ow!! Violetttttt!" She dragged on in an annoying tone, dramatically limping towards the door. "Let's go."
And that they did.
