How I Died

Chapter 5: Friends

Knock, knock, knock. I heard at the door from my temporary room. It was navy blue room, with an all black bed. All in all, it was pretty awesome. It even had and ensuite bathroom. I was currently lounging on my bed in a pair of gray girl boxers, and a black tanktop under my purple hoodie, when I heard a knock on the door.

I got up opening the door, expecting Earth, but what I got was much less pleasant. " Hey doll." Elliot smirked, stepping around me and into my room, uninvited. " What do you want Elliot." He jumped on my bed, crossing his arms under his head. " You." When I gave him a blank stare he chuckled sitting up. I went over to stand in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest. " What can't a friend visit a friend?" " Only when that friend is wanted." I snipped, stepping closer. This only encouraged him to clutch my hip, pulling me so I was straddling his hips.

" Elliot sto--" I didn't get veryfar once his lips crushed mine. My body instantly reacted to his touch, leaning against him. Hey don't judge me. If you had an extremely attractive sex god in your room, you'd kiss back too. He bit my lip, making me gasp at the pleasure. He took this opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth, exploring every where, as I mimed his actions. He layed back, bringing me ontop of him, his hands cupping my butt.

He squeezed, making me moan in delight. I ran my hands through his hair, as my lips traveled down his neck. I heard him groan in satisfaction once I hit his sweet spot. He rolled me over, so I was under him, trailing hungry kisses down my throat. His fingers started sliding my hoodie zipper down, ripping it back. Giving him full access to my arms and chest. His hands roamed all over me, squeezing and tugging at certain spots.

He was good. No, he was amazing. I ripped his shirt, clawing at his hard chest, hearing him grunt, and moan into the kisses. I swiflty brung his lips backs to mine, hungrily devouring his mouth. He kissed back with just as much fire. He was slowly dragging my tank top up, just slipping it past my maroon lace bra. Only breaking the kiss for the second it took to fling it off. His hands cupped my breast, just about to slip under when a knock at the door sounded.

" Liabell? It's Earth, can I come in. I need to talk to you about something." Both Elliot and I stared at eachother in panic. " Y-yeah, just hold on a minute, I'm getting dressed." I explained, pushing Elliot off, I grabbed my hoodie, zipping it up, as Elliot went into the bathroom. I sent a look over my shoulder, frowning at my messy bed, but not having enough time to fix it. I twisted the knob, swinging th door open.

Earth looked deeply upset, like she had tears in her eyes. I quickly enveloped her in my arms, rushing her over to the bed, sitting us both down. " What happened?" Earth sniffled, wiping the tears that fell from her eyes. " Well, you know how I like Charlie? I told him how I felt, and h-he...h-h-he..." " Shh..." I soothed, stroking her hair down.

" He what, hun?" She gave into a little sob, before taking a deep breath and letting it out. " He said that he thought of me as a sister." She finally cried, bursting into tears on my shoulder. " Shh... it's okay. Listen, that just shows how much of an idiot he is. He doesn't realise a good thing when he's got it. Your beautiful, smart, and any guy would be lucky to have you. Human or Zombie." I cooed, lifting her face to mine.

" Your right. He is just an ass. Hey is that Ell's shirt on the floor?" My cheeks turned scarlett, as I started to stutter. " N-no, it's mine." " Mhmm..." Earth said, hopping up from the bed, and heading for the bathroom. " Don't go in there, I uh, broke a mirror." I said lamely realising it was no use. A second later she came out, pinching a shirtless Elliots ear.

" Ah, and I suppose he was cleaning it up? Shirtless?" I nodded eagerly, smiling. Elliot snickered, as he was pulled out of my room. She shoved him out, putting her hands on her hips. " Now it's girl time, collect your clothes, and exit." Elliot strutted back in, snatching up his ripped shirt. He turned as if to leave, but hastily spun back around.