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I stood next to a car with my sun shades on and watched as the brunette ran off her step and stood off running down the side walk. 7:45 am every morning Lauren will go for a run and return home at 9:45 am, because she's likes I feel like she's not lazy.
Usually I would follow her and burn a few calories but curiosity has gotten the best of me and now I want to see how Lauren lives.
What's in her home. Which room do she sleep in? Where hers bathroom? Do she eat most in her the kitchen or in the living room. Is she a messy person or a clean freak. Do she sleep in big shirt, or sleep in clothes, or have a pajama set.
I want to know everything about her. So why not start.
I walked across the street and what the steps of her porch. I grabbed the keys that was hidden in mailbox. Unlocking the door I stepped in.
The living room looked decent I imagine it to be bigger but it was a medium size living room that seemed to fit her style. The house itself was clean but once I got to her bedroom it was a bit messy.
The bed wasn't made and the there were clothes thrown on the ground. Bit it wasn't so bad. The first thing I thought to do was plop onto her bed. My face landed on her pillow I could smell her shampoo on it.
I wash my hair with the same shampoo because of her. I have to but this bed set. I wonder where she got it from. I rolled in the bed pulling the grey cover over me. I smiled to myself.
So this is how Lauren lives.
This is how she really smell.
I felt something get caught on my foot. Grabbing whatever it was I noticed it was a pair of her underwear. A thong.
She must have wore this yesterday. Maybe she wore it for me. I love to see a girl wear thongs. It always makes their ass looks great.
Bring the underwear to my face inhale the scent rolling my eyes back. Why do she smell so good.
I have to keep these. I shoved the underwear in my pocket before going into her closet. She had lots of clothes in there. I quickly grabbed the hoodie and slide it on.
I looked at myself in the mirror. It fit me perfectly. We must wear the same size.
I ran into the bathroom that was connected to her room. I grabbed the lip stick that she wore yesterday and applied it to my lips. I ran my finger across the sink that had toothpaste on it. I sucked on my finger before returning back into her room.
I walked out her room and went back into the living room. Her laptop was sitting on the counter top in the kitchen.
I grabbed it and open it sitting down on the stool. I grabbed the coffee cup that was sitting next to the lap top.
It still had some coffee in it. I went ahead and took a sip.
The first thing that popped was a picture of her and some girl. She had her arm around the girl neck abs she was kissing the side of the girl head.
Who the fuck is this? And why is she all up on my girl?
I quickly went to her photos where I saw multiple pictures of her and that same girl. Is she a friend? Or is she a girlfriend.
No. Lauren can't be in a relationship, I don't like this at all.
Panicking I grabbed my phone and went to her Instagram. Which thankfully wasn't private.
The first thing that popped up was her bio
A sister
A daughter
A lover
And a fighter
