↞watercolors↠ ||m.c.

april

OKAY I CANNOT HANDLE THIS PICTURE I DIED WATCHING THE VIDEO OMFG LOOK UP DAN AND PHIL GAMES AND I AM GOD SONIC EXE ITS SO SO SO SO FUNNY AND SCARY OMG SORRY IM RUINING TUE MOOD BYE ILY LITTLE BEAN

Oh yeah and listen to a daydream away by all time low it will be in one of these chapters if not this one idk - Hannah

elouise beatrice madeline stevens

the dim lights soon turn on and the cabin comes to life. undoing my seatbelt, i rise from the plush seat and grab my carry-on. eventually the line down the isle begins to move and i step onto the asphalt. i search the crowd for my boss who said she would pick me up. "el! honey! over here!" i see her wilding flailing her arms all around as she runs through crowds, almost breaking her outrageously high heels. she is dressed in a short, black pencil skirt and a white blouse with a colorful scarf and jewelry.

"linsey! hi," i quietly say as she envelopes me in her tight embrace. at first this girl seems crazy and annoying, but you have to give her time. she's been through a lot in her life and she's a very good actress - no one knows if she's really happy or not. i would check her wrists but she always wears bracelets and long sleeves, so it's a bit hard to tell. linsey is one of my very best friends and i love to be with her.

"how've you been?" i ask, expecting the same answer i receive every time.

"absolutely fab," she exclaims, flipping her ginger hair over her shoulder.

"how 'bout you?! any new boys???" she ask teasingly.

i giggle and send her a glare. "nope."

she raises her eyebrows and sends me a smirk. i know she doesn't believe me.

"okay, well...kinda," i admit sheepishly.

"oh. em. gee. i knew it. first, let's get to the car. come dearie," she says, sticking her hand out for me to grab and we sprint through loads of people to the sunny parking lot.

we climb into her shiny, red, convertible and she puts on her shades and kicks off her shoes, wiggling her toes. "spill," linsey orders me sassily.

i tell her everything about michael and she grins foolishly while raving about how cute he seems. i totally agree.

we pull up to her beach front house and ignoring our bags and attire, we sprint around to the house and find the beach immediately. linsey who is already bare footed runs ahead of me while i peel off my vans and roll up my black skinny jeans. i can't understand how she lives on the beach yet still gets excited to come out here nearly every day or weekend. on her back porch i find a volleyball and run out to meet her.

•

the next day i wake up to los angeles sunlight streaming down on me. stretching, i sit up and yawn, squinting at the brightness. i'm laying right under the window on a window-seat daybed thing with little designs of flowers on it. at my feet is a closet and behind me to the right is a desk and bookshelf. a little chest for decoration sits by the door. i slowly stand up, shivering at the sudden connection with the wood floor.

i pad to the kitchen where linsey sits at the bar eating an apple and looking at her phone. "morning sleepyhead. we've got lots to do today so we'd better get hustling," she says. "there's some toast about to pop up and cereal in the pantry. the bowls are in the cupboard to the far right and utensils are in the drawer to the left of the dishwasher." i nod and pour myself some frosted mini wheats with buttered toast.

when i finish breakfast i take a quick shower and curl my hair. i'm slip on a simple lace sundress and combat boots. just as i'm applying my last coat of mascara, linsey pops her head into the doorway holding a clipboard. "almost ready little bean?" i nod and follow her outside, my curls bouncing with each step.