Elsie hasn't been running for the entire week we've been living away from her mother. I'd anticipated it, bought loads of breakfast foods because I thought the stress of what had happened would have sent her straight for her running shoes, but each morning I roll over and she's there beside me, her beautiful face relaxed in a peaceful sleep.
"Els, I've got to go meet my dad. I'll be back soon." I kiss her forehead and she mumbles something groggily, rolling over and going straight back to sleep.
After a quick shower, I make tea and toast and leave hers on the bedside table for her, knowing the smell will rouse her and she'll eat it if it's there, while probably lying in bed and reading for a few hours, which should be all I need until I'm back and can slide back in next to her.
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I'm so happy. I wake up happy, I go to sleep happy and everything in between just makes me more happy. I didn't know life could be like this and all it took was leaving my mum. I should miss her, Laura and Dane keep asking if I do and they exchange looks of disbelief when I tell them I don't, and maybe at some point I'll feel something other than relief when I think about never seeing her again, but right now, it's all too raw. Billy's getting on better with his Dad, which is good, I think? I'm a little worried since he's got some plan to get his parents back together, seeming to have forgotten that his dad was constantly cheating on his mum and making her miserable, but the last week he's been busy with some drama in his friendship group, so the parent intervention plan has been put on hold. It's also meant I've
"Fuck, Els, I'm going to have to pull over if you don't stop." I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles have gone white. We were barely out of Danny's house before her hands were all over me and as soon as I started the car, she was kneeling on the passenger seat, pulling my cock out of my jeans and sucking me into her mouth as though her life depended on it.She doesn't reply, but tilts her head to the side so my cock pushes out against her cheek and the sight has my balls tightening, ready to blow. I swerve to the side of the road, one hand on her back to steady her on the seat and I'm coming hard, complete with deep guttural grunts, before I've even managed to turn the engine off."Fuck me." I breathe out, followed by a shaky laugh while I try to figure out how I'm going to drive home with jelly legs."That'
Isaac looks relieved when I go back to the table without Billy and, when I say he's gone to his dad's, he immediately suggests a film back at mine. I agree, feeling awkward about his obvious attention towards me, knowing if he's going to make a move it'll be while we're watching a film. That was always his way when we were together. I'm hoping it doesn't happen, because I really like him, as a friend, and I'd really like us to continue being friends without having to have any awkward conversations, but then again, if he does and we have to, at least we'll know where we stand. "Billy's still here?" He asks, watching as I unlock the car with the keys. "No, he left the car for me. I'll meet you at mine. Yeah?" I climb into the drivers seat, moving the seat and the mirrors into place before driving back to mine. We get back at the same time and my stomach drops as he hurries over to open my door, offering me his hand to help me out and letting it rest against my lower back when I pret
The next two weeks were entertaining. A few days after the underwear in my jacket, we found a bra in the bathroom, then one day it was a little napkin with a phone number, Candice written in swirly writing and a bright red lipstick kiss below it. "I think your mum watches too many rom-coms." I laughed when Elsie held up the napkin, a fake angry pout on her face as she demanded I 'explained myself'. She couldn't keep it up though, I mean really, did anyone actually do the napkin number with a kiss thing in the past? Because I've definitely never received one, well, until now that is! Elsie's got a box together and kept the things her mum's left, except the first pair of panties that were already binned, and then tonight we came home to find our bed messed up, with susp
The week has somehow simultaneously flown by and dragged on, each day felt a week long in itself, but then Friday night came and Billy and I were climbing into his car and joining the convoy of his friends all driving up to stay at a pretty little Travelodge so we can spend the weekend looking at houses. I'm getting more comfortable around his friends, or at least I'm really trying to. There's just so many of them and they're all really quite in your face, I don't mean it in a bad way, because it's really not. It's just that they have this way of being with each other, they argue, take the mick and make up, all in the matter of a few minutes and again, there's so many of them. I have one friend and even though I've known her pretty much since the beginning of school, our friendship is very different from theirs. It's more of a comfortable companionship, I'd d
I never expected to spend my afternoon hiding in various parts of the house while my girlfriend pretends to have a conversation with herself, so we can find the best place for me to listen in to whatever it is her dickwad of a friend thinks he's got on me.As if he's got anything on me, I'm pretty obsessed with Elsie, I'm not sure it's healthy. I miss her when she's off with Laura and secretly I'm glad she's only got the one friend, especially since that one friend has a harem of guys taking up her time, which means I get Elsie all to myself the majority of the time.Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Isaac and his stupid game, clearly he wants Elsie and I guess he's going to try to turn her against me, split us up and then swoop in and pick up the pieces.As if I'm going to let that happen!
I have no idea what's going on, Luke just turned up on the doorstep and now we're climbing into a car with him and another older guy who waits for us to settle into our seats and reminds us to buckle up before he starts driving. "Go left on St Peters Street." Luke tells the driver after glancing at his phone. "Luke, Nathan, you want to tell us what's going on?" Billy asks and I'm slightly relieved that he seems to be finding this as bizarre as I am. The driver, Nathan I guess he's called, grins at us through the rearview mirror. "I was round at Shane's for dinner." Luke starts and it feels like this might be a long version of the story. "Well, we were telling Nathan and Jake about what was happening to you tonight and how we knew you weren't cheating but this Isaac g
I drank too much last night. My brain feels like someone's tightening a belt around it, just for fun and my mouth feels furry, like I spent the night licking a dirty carpet."I think I'm dying." Luke grumbles from the chair in the corner of the room."Not me, death wouldn't hurt this much." Shane adds from the floor.One of their mobiles rings and the sound is like a drill going straight into my skull."Answer it before I smash it." Luke cries, holding a cushion over his head."Hey Baby." Shane rasps into the phone, lying on his back on the floor and groaning in pain. "Yeah, I don't think we're moving for a while. Ok, yeah, hang on… do we want Rory to drip over her mum's hangover drink?"