eros :: [clifford]

έντεκα; eleven

 "This can't be legal."

"We're gods. The same laws don't apply to us."

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It's pitch black, and three girls are sleeping in the very small bed in Mila's room.

"Next time," says Tierra, "we do this in DC."

"Ew," Mila replies. "Why?"

"I actually have a bed and a room for you to sleep in, Mila."

That elicits a round of sleepy giggles from the three girls—

"I have a secret."

"Way to interrupt the laughter."

"I love secrets. Tell it."

"You're gonna laugh."

"Yeah but—"

"—You already know this, so why not tell us, anyway."

There's a long pause. 

"Okay, you're losing me. No secrets, tonight."

"Yeah man. You've got to do this before I fall aslee—"

"I hooked up with Michael, tonight."

Noses wrinkle, although no one can see in the darkness. 

"Michael, who?"

"We literally know like, fifty 'Mike's,' bud."

"Wait!"

There's laughter.

"Michael Clifford?"

"No way. That kid that followed you around all through high school?"

"We totally knew you liked him."

There are two snickers and one gasp. 

"Who says I like him?"

"You've got that, 10 Things I Hate About You, Much Ado About Nothing-flirtation-thing going on."

"Nice, one. Love the Shakespeare reference."

"I felt it was right. Felt good."

"You hate him, but you really don't. He keeps getting hotter so, y'know."

"Yeah. That is definitely not a bad thing."

"You probably like angry-flirting with him anyway," Tierra yawns, turning over. "So, y'know, might as well get it on while he's single."

"I thought you guys actually might offer some good advice, y'know."

"We are," Michaela laughs. "We're telling you that it's okay if you like him. Chill."

"Exactly."

"Who says I like him?" Mila scoffs. "I'm telling you I hooked up with him. We aren't getting married."

"Yet."

"Tierra, stop!"

"What?"

"C'mon, Mila. Stop pretending like we didn't see you two tonight."

"Yeah," Tierra nods. "What Laila said."

"Whatever," Mila grumbles, pulling the covers from across her sister's shoulders. "Who asked you, anyway?"

"Cupid," Michaela yawns.

"He sent us, personally."

"Straight from Olympus."

"So you hook up with Michael."

"That's love."

Laughter builds.

"Shut up. Both of you, just shut the hell up."

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Short chapter and kind of a filler but next one will be longer I promise. xx