I hated guys. Women were worse, sometimes though… Someone like me, timid and small and self conscious, was like open range to them. I was just some ...athetic little girl who couldn’t get enough guys to do things for her, or maybe I was… “We’re friends. That’s all that matters.” I sat up, looking over at Michelle. I was feeling something else too, something all too familiar. She was gorgeous, sitting there like that. She was so cocky but at the same time she really cared. Her blue eyes were. "What the fuck! How the hell did this happen!!?" I yell as I see that Ipurchased an app at one point during the night. Normally it doesn'treally matter to me but this time I spent over fifteen thousand dollarswhich as I look through the email was taken from my savings account."What the fuck is wrong with me? I never do something this stupid," Imutter to myself. Just then my phone rings...shit it's Sophia my exgirlfriend."Hey Sophia, what do ya want?" I say as I answer the phone."Well gee isn't. Add the simmering sexual tension between me and Elizabeth and the excitement of the unfolding events surrounding the painting and it might convey our feelings. Elizabeth looked up from her sugared croissant, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “What’s the plan for today then?” she asked. “Well, there’s the auction house to get the low down on your letter and then we’re free all day.” “Okay, that’s good.” Elizabeth sighed and smiled warmly. “I’m so relaxed Cindy. I’m really. He shuffled back down the hall to his room. Hermione was half out of the covers, wearing an official pair of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Glow-in-the-Dark Boxer Shorts. He stopped and scratched his head, he didn't own a pair of those, and neither did Hermione. So where did she get them? More importantly, how had she ended up in them? He sat down on the edge of the bed and thought about it, "Oh, yeah," he nodded, remembering that Angelina had dared Fred and Hermione to go upstairs and trade.