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21

Ben & Jerry's?

Elise Lynch

Trailing his lips against my bare collarbone, his teeth lightly grazed, causing me to quiver, goose bumps all around my skin. My eyes closed softly, his slow approach making me want him more. He left wet kisses along my neck, finding a weak spot of mine, right behind my ear making me moan his name in complete bliss: Louis.


“I need you-” Bang. I need you too, Louis.

“Only you-” Bam. Only Louis.

“I want-” Bang, bang!


What the hell? My eyes shot open to ... reality? Damn, I was having a good time. “God, Louis!” My eyes widen as I realise it was my ‘sister’ who woke me up, by having a good time. I mutter curse words to myself as the constant moans of Louis’ name torment me. I should be moaning his name; I’m older than her! (Technically)


I look over at my bedside table, where my digital alarm clock sat. God, it’s midnight and I’ve barely gotten an hour sleep. Ice cream, that shit always works. Slowly and carefully creeping out of my small single bed, I get up and slip on my fluffy bunny slippers.


“We’re in this together Mr.Squiggles,” I say to my feet/slippers. Elise Lynch, you are the weirdest girl I have ever had to talk to.


Shut up inner self, you don’t know whom you’re talkin’ to.


Whom? When did you get so ‘grammar Nazi?’


You’re putting a capital in nazi!


How would you know?


Because I’m psychic.


I think that’s enough talk from you, inner self, I say to myself because I will always be a loner. I will live a lonely life, living in a small town house, with 39 cats and a frog named Squitz. I need a life...


I start to hear Bruno Mars; he’s singing to me outside my window! Or maybe it’s just my phone that somehow managed to climb onto my widow sill... Shit, my ringtone!


“Cher?” I breathe heavily into the phone. (Not the creepy way)


“Elise, I need you to go down to the store to get me some stuff.” I furrow my eyebrows and silently sigh, hoping she didn’t hear it.


“It’s almost 1 o’clock in the morning,” I respond, attempting to reassure myself that she’d change her mind. Yea, that never works.


“Well, you can go to the 24/7 shop. Anyway, I need some ice cream, and some... tampons.” She whispers the last bit into the phone, probably embarrassed asking. Girl, I know how you feel.


“You need someone to talk to?” I ask, getting the hint that she did. What mainly gave it off was the ice cream, but that’s a long and different story. A very long and very different story.



“Yeah, make sure you bring chocolate ice cream. I will never forget the time when you brought me vanilla; I was very sad that day.” Oh god she brought it up… nothing.


“Got it!” I say cheerfully, obviously forgetting it is almost one in the morning. Wait, the moans, they’ve stopped. It’s a miracle; I wonder how they stopped? Oh god, wait, I’m not sure if I want to know the answer to that.


~*~


“What kind of chocolate ice cream would you like?” The very unenthusiastic employee asked. I furrow my eyebrows wondering which chocolate flavour I should get. Rocky Road? Chocolate Fudge Brownie? Oh, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, you never do me wrong.


“Two chocolate chip cookie dough... tubs…” saying that one sentence makes me feel so weird; like the tubs are just for me. But, it’s Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, what could go wrong?


“Okay, well both tubs aren’t for me, one is for my friend in desperate need, so I will have one to so please don’t think I eat a lot of ice cream,” I say in one huge puff. She nods her head scared of how quick I can talk. Well, I’m just that amazing aren’t I?


Quickly hurrying to my car, with ice cream tubs in both arms, I jump in, attacking my purse, looking for my keys. Stupid keys, I can never fucking find them. Can’t wait till I’m 21. I would’ve been out of this car in no time! If I can find the keys first.


Once, finally, finding my keys, I turn on the engine, continuing on with my journey. I then start to think I went a little over board with the tampons. There are about 20 boxes of them in my backseat. Did I go over board? Probably not.


I finally reach my destination, quickly grabbing the boxes, and the ice cream. I pounded at the front door, in desperate need of help. “Elise!” There it is, me on the ground, with a famous pop star lying on top of me.


“Cher, get your fat ass off my skinny one,” I gasp out, pretending she weighs twice my weight. Is that a lot? I think so. “Where’s the ice cream, bitch?” I shove the tub of ice cream in her face, making her slowly get up.


“Cookie Dough?” She asks, reading the ice cream tub. I literally want to face palm myself; she doesn’t know this flavour. “No, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough,” I say within syllables.


She’ll get it eventually.


Notes

Hey guys! Back with another story :D

btw this story and my other story Isolated are on another fanfic site, but if the user is not lovely_serenade, please tell me.

i currently only have these on onedirectionfanfiction.com and onedirectionfanfiction.org



i will be posting them on onedirectionfanfiction.net, with the username Hopelessly Lost, and I do make my own banners :)

so um, yea... 10 votes? 5 comments, maybe :)

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