who → elle, rose, ava (hopefully) what → the telling of The News when → Tuesday after classes where → the dorm rating → PG - just in case of language
Elle didn't know how she'd managed to hold it in this long. I mean, really, she was only human. A girl human, at that. And she'd been kissed by a boy human. A very good-looking, lovely sounding, brilliant kissing, sweet, adorable boy human. It was all very very exciting and she'd reached breaking point.
A while ago.
So now why, why, was she being kept waiting by two of her best friends when all she felt like doing was spontaneously combusting from the sheer excitement and anticipation and memory? It was beginning to cause her more chagrin by the minute. The amount of energy she was trying to control at this very second could have been defined as dangerous to anyone else's health. Trying to channel it into something else and not focus on what she was about to blurt out... well, that wasn't going to happen. Sitting through her classes all day and knowing that this conversation was going to happen had been almost too much to ask of her. She couldn't stop moving.
Dancing was what she felt like doing. A fantastic hopskipjump off of her bed and onto the floor where she'd twirl and laugh, arms spread, head tipped back, hair flying.
But, for now, she was cross-legged on her bed instead. Twitching. Eyes flicking over to the dorm door every time she heard a noise that might indicate that someone was on their way up. Her stomach kept lurching -- she didn't like that. Wringing her hands and looking, for all intents and purposes, like an agitated little bug.