His house is empty, the only sound is infiltrating the patter of heavy rain on the sidewalk. Along with booming thunder palms against the clouds.
thick smoke, leaves the lips cascading over her hand, where it disappears. Suddenly, she crushes the bud out in your ashtray. Looking to feel the clear, refreshing rain.
Laughing, high as a kite she descends the stairs, making his way to the entrance of your home. Out into the cold room, taking in all the beauty and chaos.
Looking up, watching the shadow of suns on it clouds near the thick of lighting failures.
Almost suddenly, a strong cough interrupted his reverie. Drastically to fit your head in the direction of the noise. Just to see her child neighbors. Stefan, or something.
"Stefano? What are you doing?" coughs Elena
"Enjoying the view just like you." He laughs
"Well, your cold son back inside." Elena rebuke
"My name is not Stefano, by the way. It's Stefan." The child mocks
"Forgive me, I suppose, back into love." Elena smiles
"I'm locked out, and my mother is in Louisiana." he sighs
"Well, come on. Hurry up." Elena hisses, cold rain making her shiver.
Flipping her wet hair, it enters your home.
"Fuck you, take off your clothes. I'll give you a towel." Elena says
Running upstairs, she snatches a large towel for your bathroom. Taking a big shirt, she bought on purpose. Due to his love for oversized shirts and men's boxers, except these were Bart Simpson embellished the fabric.
"Here you go, you can use these. I just used these boxers once, if you are comfortable with it." Elena smiles
"Where are your husband?" Stefan frowns
"Oh, I'm not married." Elena nods
"So these are your clothes?" Stefan frowns
"The clothes are not gender. Place them, your lips are turning purple. Or you can take a bath here. If you want." coughs Elena
"If it's okay." Stefan turns his head, waiting for an answer.
"Sure, go ahead." Elena says, pointing at him go.
Elena takes her wet clothes, he left behind. Throw them in the wash.
After that, she takes a bath alone. Enjoying the sweet scent of her sabã to dress up, it stores all your cannabis in his can. Hide it in your closet, she slips into her puppy slippers. The lower position again.
"Where's his boxers? I put your clothes in the washing machine." Elena nods
"Sure it along with your towel. Thanks for your help." Stefan smiles
"No problem at all, dear." Elena smiled, hang the towel on the nearest bathroom, along with boxers out of his hands. He joined with the rest of his clothes.
"Would you like something to eat?" Elena asks
"No, thanks."
"Are you sure, I have chips, we could sit and watch some television." Elena counters
"Well, then fine." Stefan nods
"Okay, I'll get them." Elena nods, walking under its sleek floor. His soft socks on the surface.
She quickly back with single chip along with some creamy dip, sour. Stefan sits quietly as she travels the movies.
"We could watch Family Guy." Elena shrinks
"OK." Stefan shakes his head, his jaw shaking gently as he chews.
The theme song plays softly, while they sit in silence. Only a couple of times loud obnoxious laughter August erupts along parts engraç laughs every time in his ridiculous laughter. Snickering at his side.
"I'll be back with some soda, you like Sprite?" Elena asks
"Yes thank you." Stefan nods, a little nervous, confused as to why she helped him.
"Here it is." sighing remote slips from your domain, "Fuck, I always do that." she mutters
She bends down, small shorts to get up, letting him see the black cloth for for the perfect way to her slit.
"Why did you help me?" Stefan asks
"Well, you're not weird." Elena laughs
"I went to your baby shower, since my father works with his mother. I saw you for a week while you were 9, one just last year, I took you to school while you were late and I always say hello to you when I pass it on the beach. "
"True," Srefan waves
"You are a good boy." Elena nods
"And you have the munchies." Stefan laughs
"Shush, how can you tell?" Elena frowns
"You called me Henry, first, her eyes were red as blood, and I can smell faintly." Stefan laughs
"God, shut up, how old are you now?" Elena rolls her eyes
"Seventeen, you?" Stefan asks
"Twenty-six." Elena shrinks