#slccplessmuses

[pxpstella]

@slccplessmuses​

Knock, knock.

“Ah, there he is,” Brooke muttered to herself, rising from her couch where she spent hours online shopping and watching trashy reality tv. A smirk formed on her face as she headed over to answer the door in her cream, white tracksuit, while the zipper to the hoodie was pulled a little low on her cleavage.

Just a month prior, when that same knock sounded at the door, the new, hot guy in the building was on the other side. He’d come from his place on the floor below hers, to give her the package of luxurious lingerie she ordered, that “accidentally” arrived with the wrong address on it. And it just so happened to be his. Appearing flustered, he apologized for having opened it, to which she smiled and said “no worries”. Though she caught on to the way he looked at her, almost like he was wondering what panties she was wearing under her clothes as she stood before him. The first time was merely a way of introduction, this time, she was going to get him in her bed. She was sure of it.

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“I don’t know. The shoes aren’t my favourite, but it’s not my wedding. You asked for my opinion and I gave it.” Max responded, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck and shrugging a little. Honestly, she wasn’t sure why her sister asked her to be her maid-of-honour, they weren’t close and were total opposites of one another. Plus, the colour scheme wasn’t ideal for her. However, she was trying to make everything simpler for her sister the best she could and keep her happy as it was the most important thing. So, she’d deal with wearing the shoes because there seemed to be no way around it. It was a lose-lose situation, that is, until she could sneak on something else that was far more comfortable when it came to the reception and dancing. “Clearly you can tell I’m not much help. But I’m trying though... okay?”