Eliza was wearing a white, One Direction t-shirt and red, pajama pants that had tiny superheroes on them.
Despite it being the middle of the night, her long, blonde hair looked just as smooth and straight as it usually does. “Hey, Eliza,” I lowered the movie's volume so I could hear her talk. Sorry I woke you up though.” “Oh, yeah you're welcome,” she answered me, “No problem. “Glad to hear it,” I told her, resting my head against the cushion behind me.
I slowly rolled out from under the sweat-covered, silk sheets and rubbed my hand against the back of my neck, trying to get some of the knots out. So I did what I always do whenever this happens: I pulled my grey t-shirt over my head and threw on my favorite pair of sweatpants. Other than Carter's room, the basement is my favorite spot in their house.
It was like somewhere on my body, I had an itch, but I didn't know where it was so I couldn't scratch it.
5) You must always do whatever is in your power to stop a bro from soiling himself with a poor looking girl.
Unless the bro is able to stand up, look you in the eye, and articulate that he is to a decent extent sober. 6) When a bro pays for all the alcohol for an occasion himself, this must be made known to all present and made out to be the greatest feat ever observed in human history.
Toys, in this case, being defined as his ,000 movie projector.
One of the benefits in being friends with Carter, besides that his refrigerator holds an endless supply of ginger ale, is his movie selection.