Sorry this took so long, I was on vacation and there was no wifi :( but I managed to write more, so look out for another new chapter in the next few days! (Hopefully I don't forget, seriously... I'm as bad as Lysander).
Anyways, I don't own any of the My Candy Love original characters of course, I only own Ella and the plot.
Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to read and review! :D
As I walked my way back down the hallway to my apartment my head was swimming with thoughts as to the events of school today to the eventual peck of the cheek Castiel gave to me today. Lost in my thoughts I didn't notice when I bumped into someone.
"Oh. I'm so -" My words instantly cut off by a sharp intake of breath, depicting as to what I could analyze as fear. Fear of what I do not know, I'm obviously not a scary person. A little accident prone I have to admit, but not scary. Well...
"You -" the person said shakily, and I finally looked up. Shit... Of course it would have to be Mr. Hawaiian shirt guy. Our history wasn't the best of sorts, especially with the "paint can incident" the other night. The images of that night flashed through my mind. I was so happy to have gotten away from Castiel's apartment I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and the paint can slipped out of my hand. I am accident prone. Of course I didn't realize the ruckus I was causing or the apartment door opening. How was I supposed to predict Mr. Hawaiian shirt guy would come waltzing out to check what was going on. Or the fact that the paint can would hit and spill all of it contents onto him. And knock him out cold, covered in paint. Wasn't my fault. Though it sure was funny and the neighbors sure got a kick out of it. Castiel of course noticing his pink walls thought it was he who had painted his wall. That was an awkward conversation...
Well anyways, I guess he sort of feared me now. Whoops. As my memories retreated I could feel a heated glare towards me and noticed I was still standing in the hall with Mr. HSG. "Are ye even listening to me ?" He suddenly says. I wasn't aware he had spoke in the first place. When I nodded "no" he just gave me this look, muttered something under his breath, and pushed me out of the way. Way rude. So much for fearing me.
As I opened the door I noticed that the lights were all out. Of course Aunt Caroline would be asleep by now, what time is it even? I look over to the oven located within our little kitchen and saw that the clock glowed a blaring 1:34. Damn, I spent a lot of time at Lysander's house... Oh well. As I walked to my room, trying not to wake up Aunt Caroline, the damn floorboards. What have I ever done to them?! Ugh. Of course since it was dark and I couldn't see where I was going. And of course considering I had wonderful luck nothing bad happened. What lies.
With a slip of the carpet I literally flipped over the arm of the chair with my feet hitting the lamp on the table on the other side so that it hit the ground with a large crash and I groan. The pile of magazines adjacent to the lamp also came crashing down in a big mess. As I tried to get up I fumbled with my hands to reach something to grab to help me get up. I managed to grab something and hoisted myself up. At first I didn't place all my wait on said object, but then I decided to risk it. I am so stupid, stupid, stupid. Apparently I had grabbed onto the television, which, unfortunately could not hold my full weight. It came down with a large boom, and I was really surprised Aunt Caroline hadn't come out to see what was going on. As it almost fell on me I let out a yelp. Well, now I'm standing in the middle of the room surrounded by various broken objects. Oh well! Lord knows its not the worse thing I've done!
I place my hands out as I try and reach my bedroom door without anymore, ahem, accidents. Fortunately, whoever it watching over my fate decided to give me a break and allow me to reach my bedroom without problem. Lovely. Fate decides to be nice to me when I'm alone and in the dark, not while I'm in public and in with my friends. Fate you bitch. When I reach my room I flip on the light - switch in order to avoid anymore problems and crashes. I notice the calendar hanging next to the light - switch. Oh shit! I'm supposed to go shopping with Rosalya, Iris, and Violette tomorrow for our outfits for the dance. We all decide on being masquerade girls together. We're going to Leigh's shop since Rosalya thinks we can find a real bargain there, since she is his boyfriend. It pays to have a best friend with a clothing owner boyfriend. That's not what worried me though. Iris was in class with me today and no doubt she saw me have my meltdown. Hell, knowing how fast news travels through that school Rosalya and Violette probably know as well. Hopefully they won't ask. Too tired to do anymore I decide to crash - clothes and all - straight to my bed. Thankfully, sleep comes quickly.
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I awake to the sound of birds. Stupid annoying little bastards disrupting my beauty sleep. I had a rough day yesterday and yet they decided to be stupid and annoying and ugh! I force myself out of the bed and noticing that I'm still in yesterday's outfit I feel disgusted. Remembering I'm meeting Rosalya and the girls today I get up and start with my daily routine. I put my IPod into the dock and Heart Attack by Demi Lovato starts streaming out filling the room with music. I grab a pair of faded blue jeans, a red v - neck tee shirt, black sweatshirt and undergarments as I make my way the bathroom connected to my room. The shower feels absolutely a - ma - zing! I reluctantly have to get out though. After changing and the like I make my way to the kitchen. Surprisingly, the living room is all clean. Maybe everything was a dream, until I get a glance at the broken television by the door.
Aunt Caroline is wearing her robe with a cup of coffee in the kitchen. How she slept through everything last night is a total mystery to me. As I walk in she looks over at me and smirks.
"So how was he?" she says slyly. I actually have no idea what she's talking about, not that she ever makes sense, but still.
"Who?" I say with a quizzical glance.
She rolls her eyes, "The strapping fellow you slept with last night! I want to know, how was the thrill of your first time?" I drop the glass with and it shatters on the floor spilling coffee everywhere. Her eyes are still captivated on me. "Oh embarrassed are we? Well you too did make a lot noise! Coming home late as well! Broke the damn TV! But oh, young love! Tell me, was it that Castiel fellow, he's quite something if you know what I mean!" I stand there absolutely speechless as she gives me a wink.
"I - you - I didn't -" my words are all jumbled as I try to explain to my aunt that I'm still a virgin. My face starts to get very hot and I know a blush is splayed on my face.
"Still embarrassed? How cute!" she says sipping her coffee giving me an approving grin. Finally something snaps within me and my vocal chords decide to work again.
"What the hell?" I practically shriek at her and she seems confused, "I did NOT have sex last night, I just - I - was over at Lysander's last night and it was dark when I came home and - ugh!" I am absolutely flustered and have no idea what to say.
"Whatever you say, love." She gives me a look that says that she doubts my whole story. I, still flustered flee the room, and run from the apartment, down the stairs and sit at the bottom trying to clear my mind and trying to make sense of my aunt's crazy, polluted mind. Why I had to live with her of all people, I don't know. After clearing my head and remembering I'm suppose to meet Rosalya in ten minutes, I make my way back into the apartment, avoiding my aunt's gaze. I walk into my room, putting on my converse sneakers, not tying the laces, as usual, grab my purse, new phone (yes, I got one), wallet, keys, and a bunch of other crap and make my way back out of the apartment, still, avoiding my aunt's gaze.
As I walk to my car in the parking lot, I notice it's starting to cloud up. Just what I need, rain. I haven't had many good experiences with rain. It always seems to lead to a bad problem. The downpour begins as I turn out of the parking lot. It's a short drive to the shopping center, I could walk if I chose to actually. I find a parking space close to the door's of Leigh's shop, the place we're meeting at. I walk in and begin to browse, of course I don't notice what's going on around me and suddenly I'm tackled into a clothing rack due to the force of the hug I'm given.
"ELLA!" Rosalya cries as she basically squeezes me so tight I'm having trouble breathing. Suddenly I feel more pressure added and looking I see that both Iris, and surprisingly, the shy Violette have also joined the hug. I feel a hanger jabbing me from behind. Lovely. It's just they won't let go and as I look over their shoulder's I see other customers beginning to stare at us.
"Guys -" I say breathlessly. They suddenly release me and Iris begins talking to me in a worried tone.
"What was that yesterday!? I was so worried when you just got up and left. The whole class started freaking out and no one knew what was going on. Even the teacher had no idea what was going on. I mean you just suddenly got up and ran out of the room." Iris said.
"Bleh, was it really that bad?" I ask, and Iris gives me a nod.
Rosalya speaks next, "After Lys brought you home yesterday, Castiel rushed over with me and Leigh came home early from work. Lysander said he had found you in the janitors closet and you just passed out."
"Ugh," their serious expressions are starting to make me feel depressed, "Guys, seriously, I'm fine. Trust me, I would tell you if something was wrong." They seem skeptical for a moment and I add on, "I promise. Anyways what did the bitch queen have to say about all of this?" I dread the answer.
All their faces suddenly change to looks of amusement, "Ha, she tried to spread rumors that you were some convict and that the police were coming after you so you took shelter in the janitors closet intending to poison said police." they were all smiling as Rosalya replied holding in her giggles.
"I take it no one believed her?" I ask, and they all burst out into laughter, I guess that's answer enough. Of course the queen of mean would try and come up with some ill - thought out rumor like that.
"Well, enough with the heavy!" Rosalya exclaims, "we are here for the express purpose of finding dresses for the ball!" Rosalya looks over at us with her serious face. Oh, this should be painful. The next hour was spent with Rosalya excitedly and rapidly going through isles, looking at different colors and styles, and then throwing ball gowns at each of the other three girls. Meanwhile, Iris, Violette, and I were being suffocated by the colossal weight Rosalya had us each hold.
We tried on dresses for what seemed to be hours. My feet were absolutely killing me, but I still had yet to find that "one" dress. I wanted it to be perfect. Sure, all the dresses I had tried on were nice, but they weren't the one. I looked at myself in the mirror and let out a sign, much to the annoyance of the other two girls. They had all found their dress within the first hour, but Rosalya was content to keep shopping.
"Seriously Ella? Who are you trying to impress?" Iris asked, obviously bored out of her mind.
My mind spluttered, thoughts combining, and jumping to conclusion. How did she know? "Who said I was trying to impress someone?" I squealed, face turning red. All girl's attentions were turned to me, as I had said that, and I felt my face begin to heat up.
"Oh, so Ella has a little lover boy, eh? Who is he my darling? Who's causing you this conundrum?" Rosalya said with a gleam of mischief flashing through her eyes, desperate and hungry for a piece of gossip.
After getting tired of their stares, I walked back in the dressing room.
"Hey! Don't leave us! Ella! Hey, we won't tell anyone! Ella!" I continued to listen to their pleas as I was taking off the dress I had just tried on. There was only one left.
After putting it on I made my way back to the other girls, "Ella, we really didn't -" Rosalya stopped when she saw me and Iris and Violette looked over at me in awe. "Oh. My. God! That's the one!" Rosalya screamed. I took my place in front of the mirrors and decided that Rosalya was right - Who's that sexy beast? Oh wait, it's me!
Thanks for reading! I know the big times between updates may make the story a little confusing so sorry if you've had to reread it a lot of times - If you're super confused you can just PM me your question and I'll try to answer best I can.
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