Sorry my updates are slowing lately; I have exams this week, but then I should be free until March. Fuck standardized testing. Anyways, I have no idea what I should do with Paige, and I'm warning you, I'll be saying making Francesca Lia Block references. A lot. I love you guys who know what the fuck I'm talking about! Ellie's point of view.
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Monday. My least favorite day. And it was raining, too. I didn't know what to wear. Fucking Sean kept me up all night with kisses && English papers && iloveyous && you'remysunshines. I've fallen so hard for my boy...again. And Paige has been completely pushed out of my head. That's probably not good. "Doll?" I called from my room, trying to keep red plaid mini-skirt around my waist.
"Yeah?" Sean called from the shower.
"When you get out could you get me my belt from the hook? Please and thankies, Doll!" I smiled, rooting through my closet. Then I looked at my arm. Completely healed. I chose an old Ramones Tee and slipped it over my head. No armwarmers, no fishnets, no longsleeves.
Sean came back to my room, a towel around his waist and a studded black leather belt in his hands. He smiled, then shook his hair. I seductively grabbed his hand, lead him to the bed, and pushed him down. I had no intention of sex. He knew it, too. I straddled his stomach and kissed water droplets off of his eyelashes. I kissed his temples. I kissed everywhere except for his lips.
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Sean slipped his arm around my waist. I was near tears, for the millionth time today. He pulled me away from the swarm of students. "What the fuck is wrong with them?" I cried.
"Oh, honey-honey..." He kissed the tears off of my face.
"Sean, what's wrong with me? Is it so wrong to wear a short sleeved shirt?" I hugged him. "Doll, I can't take this. Can I please go home?"
"Ella-belle, this is the third time you've been in school for a month. I won't let you leave, just because people are calling you --"
"Crazy Cutter," I interrupted him, then buried my head in his chest, although I wasn't crying.
"Fat ass," someone called as they passed the couple.
"Honey-honey, you're not fat. You're a twig, honest," Sean said, kissing the rose-fragranced top of my head.
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Sean smiled at me. "I love you," he whispered, as I nuzzled my head into his collarbone.
I just nodded. "We have to write your English paper, Doll," I muttered, closing my aching eyes.
"Ellie, come on. You've had a fucking horrid day, and you want to write English papers? I can tell your eyes hurt, honey-honey. By the way you keep closing them," he said as he smiled, squeezing my hand.
I nodded silently. "Can we just sleep? No sex for Ellie. Too tired."
It was now his turn to nod. So he did, and he slept peacefully.
But I couldn't sleep. Long after my boy had gone to sleep, I was lying there, watching his beautifully bare chest move up and down with every breath. "I'm sorry, Ellie," he mutter-grunted, turning his head. I knew immediately that he was talking about going to Wasaga, and after that, I was able to sleep.
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((Changing the POV))
Ellie sat on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, as she watched Sean sleep. She was clad in a navy blue hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants, with her hair up in a fucked-if-I-care bun. The alarm clock started to go off, but she quickly muted it. The night had been sleepless for Ellie. She had slept an hour, if that.
Sean groggily opened his eyes. "Elle, it's 7:30. We have to be at school..."
"Doll, don't worry, I've called the office and told them that I'm visiting my mom and that you were coming for emotional support. They said that it wouldn't count as an absence," she muttered quietly. Depression had settled in and she was totally on the edge.
"But, honey-honey, you need to go to school --" he protested.
"No, I don't. School is where all of the bimbo sluts and fuckhead jocks get together and circle around you. It's where they call you 'Crazy Cutter' and 'Neurotic Nash'." She looked into his eyes. "You don't think that, do you?"
"No, lovey, I don't," Sean replied, lifting himself out of bed so he could kiss her gently on the lips.
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Sean had gone home, saying that he would come back later. So Ellie lay on her bed, and she slept and slept. She slept until Sean woke her up, a ferret in his hands. "Boots!" she cried groggily.
Sean smiled, put the ferret in the cage, and slid into bed next to her, where they slept holding each other. "I love you, honey-honey."
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Oooh, I like this chapter too. And Boot rawks the house. Don't deny it.