Her smile was almost as gorgeous as she was.
Almost, because it was simply impossible being as pretty as Elsa. She wasn't even paying attention to me while I awkwardly analyzed her from the other side of the bed, but this was the first time I actually got up close and personal with Elsa. She was studying her assignment, but I was studying her. We were so close I could see the dimples on her cheeks, and the grain of her pastel lipstick. I could see the actual particles of her eye-shadow in full detail.
Her skin was absolutely radiant, and there wasn't a single flaw in her complexion. If she ever had any acne, it was long in the past. She actually looked like her porcelain dolls, just completely flawless and incredible in craft. She looked so amazing I wanted to pounce at her and give her something a lot more interesting to study, if you catch my drift. She was so desperate for company that she let a complete stranger into her house, and for some reason, that just seemed so damn adorable to me.
I'm still gawking at this poor, innocent girl, scrutinizing everything she did, trying to inspect the surface of her skin like it contained the meaning of life. My examination was interrupted though, by the sound of her voice. "Why are you staring at me?" She said this in such a matter-of-fact way, it made me blush.
"I-er, I'm sorry. It's just that..." I love you. I love everything about you. I want to rip the clothing from you and be consumed by your stunning, pale flesh. I want to inspect your naked skin with my own. I want to grope every inch of your existence. I want to hear your breathing fluctuate as I tease the curves of your waist. But obviously I wouldn't tell her that, so instead I said something a reasonable person would actually say. "It's just that... I was shocked when you said I could come in."
Elsa paused for a fraction of a second, before continuing with what she was writing. What the hell is she writing that is so important? I decide to rip my foot out of the grave I just stepped into, and plant it firmly into my own ass with an even more moronic statement. "You haven't said a single word to anybody this entire semester, and now I'm sitting with you in your bedroom." Why the hell did I just say that? What is it with me and saying stupid things when I'm nervous? Why cant my brain function properly? What is so fundamentally fractured with my brain that I say such ridiculous things?
Elsa answered my stupid musings anyway. "I dunno. You looked nice," she shrugs. I looked nice? I looked nice? Has she looked in the mirror lately? If I constitute as "nice," then she is downright ravishing. She is absolutely sublime. She's the kind of person wars have been started over. She's the kind of girl who you give up red meat for.
Ugh, but I've really put this poor girl on a pedestal, already, and that is never a good thing. It's hard not to when I've been obsessed with her for a month. Ever since the moment I first glanced at her in her black lace dress, I knew in an instant that she was an extraordinary person. I couldn't explain how. Perhaps there was no explanation. She just was. I spent the next few classes looking back at her every opportunity I could. If this was all an act on Elsa's part, then she was the goddamn Meryl Streep of the class. No matter how many times I looked back at her, her composure never bulged. Not for a moment did she let her guard down. She was beauty personified. She was the walking embodiment of human individuality. I was blessed to even spend a few passing moments with her.
The solemn blonde quietly worked away, not a care in the world. I tried my absolute best not to stare at her or anything like that, and actually took out my own work and started at it. She didn't seem to mind, or at least she wasn't outwardly showing it. We sat in silence some more, both busy with our assignments. This time however the silence was comfortable. We weren't quite friends yet, but she didn't seem to be offended by my existence or anything. The tense, eerie feeling in the air that permeated the room at first, vanished, replaced with a soothing, tranquil vibe. Really good friends don't have to to make a big deal out of silence, they can just sit together and shut the hell up without it being awkward. It was a good sign that we were already at that stage of comfortable coexistence. That, or she just thought I was really boring.
I noticed that Elsa was really fastidious, and sorted her pencils, papers, and notebooks in a very specific way. She seemed like a neat freak. Her room in general, actually, gave away that about her. Everything, and I do mean everything, was sorted and arranged in a very strict, coordinated manner. There was order to everything. If she took out a pencil, well, she made sure the pencil went back in the exact place she retrieved it from. If she moved an eraser, it was her mission to make sure the eraser returned to its original placement. I was so busy observing Elsa that I could hardly even concentrate on my own work.
Even though I was perfectly comfortable sitting in silence together with Elsa while we slaved on our assignments, I didn't want to lose the momentum of our relationship. Whatever tiny little momentum it had. "So uh, how are you enjoying the new school and everything?"
Elsa certainly did hear me, but she kept her eyes directed at her work. It was like she was pretending she didn't hear me, like she was on the verge of ignoring my question. She must have been really deeply adsorbed in her own work, but she was still polite enough to honor my inane attempt at a conversation. Trust me, I hate small talk as much as the next person, but I wanted to find out as much about her as I could. "You know, it's cool I guess," she says dryly, giving the least amount of fucks she could. She doesn't seem like someone who does a lot of socializing, but hey, neither am I. "Certainly better than my old school," she continues.
"Oh? You didn't like your old school?"
"No, I liked my old school just fine. It's that the students didn't really like me very much," she admits, once again stoic. I found this very surprising, because I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't like Elsa. Alright, there was her abrasive style, her bizarre demeanor, her introversion, and those are all things that make you stand out in society, certainly, but I found myself more attracted to her because of her little eccentricities more than anything. Sure, she was as pretty as could be, but my adulation for her was rooted in much more than just her looks, it was her entire aesthetic that drove me wild with lust. Just the way she walked was special. To learn that she was actively disliked by her old school, was shocking as hell to me. She must have attended a school for the blind, or something.
Not really knowing how to reply to her, but still wanting to continue on with the conversation, I tried to think of a joke or something. Being funny wasn't something I did very much, but I was really observant, so I was someone who could read a person's personality pretty quickly. A joke isn't so hard, is it? I've seen people be funny before, so it isn't impossible. You gauge someone's personality, you get a sense of who they are, and then you string together an anecdote they might find amusing. As I watched her once again return a pencil to the exact place she retrieved it from, I thought I had something, actually. "What, did they not like how organized you were?"
"Among other things," she smiles playfully. "They used to call me anal girl."
"Oh," I laugh. "Because you were really neat and organized?" Certainly a surprising reference coming from her, but I assumed she was making a joke by quoting this film called (500) Days of Summer, and it was a rather sly joke at that. There's a very similar exchange in that movie between two characters, and I assumed she was making an obvious reference to that. I didn't expect Elsa to have such a sense of humor, actually. She was pretty clever.
"No. I just really love anal sex."
"I... um, I... wait what?!"
She is now fully, completely laughing at me now. "I'm just fucking with you Anna, lighten up," she giggles. She's biting her lip playfully, overjoyed that she actually got one by me, or maybe she was just trying to see if she could give me a heart attack. It certainly felt like I nearly had one. My heart, the poor thing, actually skipped a beat. You know how consistent your heart beat is, and how it never ceases in its never ending pounding? Well Elsa just actually made my heart stop, like I think I might have died or something for a moment. I was not prepared for that.
My face was completely scarlet, I was blushing so furiously that Elsa couldn't possibly not be able to see it. Everything about Elsa was so damn sexy, so exotic and mesmerizing and there's not a single thing I can do to hide my intense infatuation with this girl. I think she was actively teasing me, playing with me. That comment almost made me dizzy, and she made it just as a joke, a passing one at that. Just talking to Elsa was detrimental to my health. Little did I know it at the time, but Elsa had an immensely twisted sense of humor, even though the majority of her jokes were as grim and dark as her clothing.
Elsa broke the silence this time, still snickering at her previous joke, still chuckling at my expense. "I have to get something off the stove Anna, did you want anything?"
"No I am, uh, fine, thank you," I stammered out, still sheepish. I was still blushing quite hard from her last statement, so I wasn't really as talkative as I was usually was. Somehow, Elsa knew how to silence the talkative beast that I usually was. She rose up from the bed and calmly strolled out of her room, leaving me there to continue searing all alone. With her gone, I could actually compose myself again and get my shit together. That didn't last long though, because another startling realization donned on me... wait, holy shit, I'm now alone in Elsa's bedroom!?
I was alone again. In Elsa's room. She was going to be absent for at least a decent while. This is when my head started to spin, and when I started looking around a little more closely, observing everything without having to worry about Elsa's presence right next to me. I looked around, trying to reveal some secrets from this girl who was consumed by them. Did she really only wear black? I inspected the room as closely as I could. Looking for anything that could give away her secrets. It was very neat. Bizarrely clean for a teenage girl. I didn't even see any spare pieces of clothing lying around. It was almost like a crime scene, and all the discriminating evidence was deliberately removed. But there was no way she could have known that I of all people would show up on her doorstep, could she?
I did, however, discover one notable thing that absolutely made my heart jump. It was a small little crumpled up piece of fabric on the opposite side of the room. It was folded up and jumbled together, partially hidden by the shelves that surrounded it on both sides. She must have missed this one discarded piece of clothing in her haste. The more I looked at it, the sooner I realized what it actually was. It was her underwear, jettisoned to the ground innocently. It was not unusual for a person to leave their clothing laying around on the floor of their bedroom. My own bedroom, for example, was littered with my own dirty clothing.
This was Elsa's room however, which meant those undies belonged to her. Her underwear, were laying just a few feet away from me. A lump appeared in my throat, threatening to choke the life out of me. You know that gag from cartoons, where the devil and the angel appear on a person's shoulders, one of them instructing the person to do good, the other one soliciting them to do evil, the two entities battling with each other? Well, that stuff only happens in cartoons. This, unfortunately, was real life. I had two devils on each of my own shoulders, both pleading to me to do awful things. I had no sense of reason in my head today, just two collaborating sources of foulness. And they were both telling me to do the same thing.
I got up from the bed and as silently as I could, I prowled my way over to where the undies were positioned. I honestly wasn't intending to do anything perverted with them, and stealing them wasn't even remotely on my mind. If Elsa found out that I stole her underwear on my first trip to her room, then she would never speak to me again. All I was intending to do, honestly, was have a look at them. I was curious what kind of intimate wear she was accustomed to. You can learn a lot from a girl, by what she chooses to slide up her legs every morning.
Like every other piece of clothing she owned, it was black. They were lacy, another trait the majority of her wardrobe shared in common. I noticed that the material was mostly transparent, sensual in nature. Just looking at this discarded, inanimate object, I was blushing. The fact that these belonged to Elsa, and that she had probably worn them countless times, maybe even during times where she had sex... oh God, I needed to get home. If staring at one of Elsa's thongs was having this effect on me, I could only imagine what the girl herself would do to me. I had been so obsessed with her that I didn't stop to think about what actually being sexual with her would be like. That, much like many other things about Elsa, was just completely beyond my ability to comprehend.
"Um," a voice calls out behind me, nervously. "Why are you staring at my underwear?"
That voice, as you can obviously guess because my luck is just always awful, belonged to Elsa. I couldn't quite see her, but by this point I had memorized her voice. When I turned to confirm this, my skeleton popped through my skin. My heart jumped out of my chest. My head pulsed with such intensity I could feel my eye lids peeling off. My face burned so red I thought that someone had thrown boiling water on my face. If she thought I was weird before, by this point she probably thought I was some deranged lunatic.
"I was looking for a pencil," I deadpanned, putting on my strongest poker face. Remember when I made the claim that I had the poker face of a world championship player? Yeah, well, I lied. My poker face was terrible.
"Um, Anna, that is not a pencil... that is my underwear," she asserts, giving me this look like I was on drugs. She was looking at me like I just told her I was the ambassador of Pluto, like during her absence I put a lampshade on my head and started marching around her room naked, singing the Brady Bunch theme song. Clearly, it was a stupid response on my part, but it was the best I could come up with in such a moment. Her pencil-case was sitting plainly on the bed so no, it wasn't a very good response.
"I can be pretty ditzy sometimes, sorry haha," I try to convince her. Elsa seemed, surprisingly, to buy my excuse. Or perhaps she didn't want to exacerbate the situation and make things even more awkward. Perhaps she spared me the humiliation intentionally. Maybe she was so far into her own studies she couldn't afford to spend a second thinking elsewhere. Some people, when they're studying, have to shut off every other part of their brain to make as much room for the new information as they can.
Or possibly, Elsa just sincerely bought my stupid-ass excuse. Not everyone thinks someone staring at their unmentionables is some kind of sinister thing, like any normal person she probably just thought I was being nosy. Either way, she put her tray full of food on the bed, picked up her underwear and hid them back in her underwear drawer, the only wardrobe in the room. "I could have sworn I put those back," she mumbles, almost appearing to be embarrassed herself. On the bed rested a tray containing two bowls of soup. We both seated ourselves back onto the bed in the same positions we were at before, and I was still blushing quite deeply, though it seemed that Elsa shared my embarrassment. She looked like she was blushing a slightly lesser shade of scarlet as myself. "I didn't have much here, but I brought up a bowl for you," she says, while shyly playing with her braid, appearing absolutely adorable.
I've only known Elsa for a few hours at this point, but I found her so enchanting I couldn't help but find every one of her quirks endearing and likable. I had never seen her fumble around with her braid before, which was something I sometimes had the tendency to do. When she wasn't being all gloomy, she was absolutely adorable beyond words. I was starting to feel like I was seeing a side of Elsa she didn't usually let people see. I'm not certain what made me so special, but I had this feeling she was warming up to me. We were about to get a lot closer.