Wake and bake is always the best way to go in the morning.
Sleeping in is always nice! If only it was a reoccurring thing for me.
we're not kids anymore.
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Wake and bake is always the best way to go in the morning.
Sleeping in is always nice! If only it was a reoccurring thing for me.
My allergies are killing me!
Oh what did you do, Robbie?
Eh….It wasn’t a baking session, Len. I…baking doesn’t go down well with me, actually.
Then what was it?
❝ grub and gossip; ❞ 「 eleni // este 」
The smell outside was delicious, and the petite brunette couldn’t help but lust over the scent. It smelled like pasta — her favourite; she could also smell some lemon pepper chicken. As if on cue, her stomach grumbled and she cursed lightly at the empty feeling within her body. Este let out a groan and checked her phone once more for the time: 15:32, it read. Mentally, she deciphered it as 3:32 (though she might be wrong; military hours were never her forte, and as a desperate attempt to learn it, she changed her phone clock to a 24 hour layout) and tossed her textbooks and homework aside, trying to make her room presentable for Eleni. The girl thanked the stars and heavens above that her father was out. He had informed her, in quite a harsh way, that his pay had been cut back quite a bit and that there was a huge risk that he might be given a pink slip goodbye. Of course, he took it out on her. Knowing how upset he was, she honestly should’ve just told Eleni that everything was alright and that she could cook for herself, but truth be told, she had missed the tanned girl. Though they were the best of friends, they had barely seen each other lately, and Este missed her dear friend dearly. She cursed herself for being so selfish before putting on a pair of yoga pants and a thin jacket to hide any sort of remnants from the previous night before sending a quick text to Eleni, letting her know that the front door was open and to just let herself in.
A heavy sigh escaped her lungs as her eyes gazed outside her window. It was yet again.. another draining night, but just knowing that her one of her best friends were nearby, awaiting for her presence triggered some anxious motives within her intentions -- or in other words, Eleni was just contemplating on how exactly was she going to leave the house without bumping into her mother and having to give a good explanation of her departure. Sliding her strand of hair behind her ear, the girl shook her head, and whole body; thinking physically she could shake out any nonsense and just leave out of pure will... but of course, living with a mother like Mrs.Sparks, it was somewhat.. more complicated. Her father was always out doing God knows what, probably work errands and that was a norm within the house to know. It was always Eleni and her mother taking hold of the residence, no one else really, unless it was Sundays which was her mother's tea mornings. Thoughts still cradled her head, and before Eleni knew it, she was out of her room, walking downstairs.
Seeing sight of her concentrated mother on paperwork over the table, the girl felt startled and speechless to do anything. "I-I'm going next door quickly" she mentioned casually, leading to turn around and walk towards the front door... until of course, her mother had to question back. "Who?" The words of curiosity echoed out. Eleni turned around, acting all casual and no where near vulnerable. "Este's house, we have a project that's due tomorrow, and so I need to help her. It's a team effort kind of deal, you understand, right? ----" The brunette rambled away whilst placing on her grey sweater and tying her hair up in one pony tail. Her mother looked at her confusingly, and Eleni felt this urge to just leave, thinking that was a good moment to avoid any refusing. Shutting the door behind her before smiling over what just happened. Eleni ran over to Este's house, knocking on the front door, realising her dad wasn't home due to the open drive way.
Caramel Bonds are pretty complicated for a sugar compound.
Sounds like an eventful baking session, Alana.
@Queen_J: @elenisparks Niiice lipstick babe ;)
@elenisparks: @Queen_J Suits you more!
I’ll get you a box next time, right?
I shall visit you, Robbie!
@elenisparks: Amusingly just found this.
I’ll get you a box next time, right?
Don't have to, but thank you! Honestly. So, how are things going on for you?
Someone’s a little to European for anyone’s taste.
Oh nooo! I bought like 5 boxes, not gonna lie.
One of many reasons why your house is filled with great things.
No scout girls biscuits in your house?
Unfortunately, no Robyn.
Scout girls that sell biscuits -- I feel bad for them, especially when they come to people like my mother opening the door.
You know I try to live without regrets I'm always moving forward and not looking back But I tend to leave a trail of debt while I'm moving ahead And so I'm stepping away