Gabriella has spent most of her life in foster care. She has never had a family or felt loved. She is finally in a place in her life where she feels happy. She has the best friends in the world. She has a direction in life. Everything is falling per...
Work was dragging today. It wasn't work really and I knew it. It was him. I had to stop thinking about him. He no longer exists. I let out a deep sigh.
"What's up with you mopey?" Lilly asks.
"Nothing, just tired. I say in a monotone voice.
"You're lying. Something has been up with you for a while now, but you aren't telling me." She says in frustration.
"Lilly I'm sorry, I just don't want to talk about it." I hope she understands. If I talk about him I am likely to break into tears. And I am fighting that with everything I have.
"Fine, but one day you're telling me all about this." I go back to work until Lilly comes to drag me home.
That night I was sitting through my classes struggling to block thoughts of him out. I just have to concentrate. For the next week all I do is work and school. I barely hang out with anyone staying in my room at home. I cry into my pillow each night. Hoping no one hears me. The week crawls to a snail pace. Friday comes pretty slow. Walking through the door that night, Will is on the couch watching soap operas.
"Oh my gosh you two are seriously depressing!" Lilly exclaims. We both look at her. "You both have been moping around here for the last week and seriously I am going to slit my own wrist if I have to look at your sad faces a second longer."
Will and I look at each other.
"Okay we are sorry Lilly." I feel bad that we haven't noticed how much our moods had affected Lilly.
"No, not good enough. We are going out tonight bitches." she says. We both start to grumble. "Nope." she says, "You're both going. No arguing. Get dressed. I'm not taking no for an answer. You both need to get laid." Lilly turns to Will. "Will, it will make you feel better." Then she looks at me. "And Ella, I don't even know what is up with you, but getting laid is a cure all so let's go!" She hustles us to our rooms.
She comes into my room with clothes over flowing her arms. "let's find you something to wear."
"Lilly, it's cold out." I complain "We will freeze to death." I try to argue with her but of course I did not win.
"Suck it up Ella." she says. She hands me a dress, or half of one.
"Fine." I say giving in. I go in the bathroom, change into the half dress, and look in the mirror. I can't believe I'm going to wear this. It is a white spaghetti strap dress. The neckline cups my boobs, crossing over each other. This dress shows more than enough cleavage. The dress clings to my body, covering just enough thigh to cover my important parts. The hemline is unique because it comes to a v in the front. This makes the material shorter in between my thighs than on the side of them. I match this with some gold heels and dangle earrings.
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