🎵The Neighbourhood—Nervous.

You're both only 17 years old. It seems like you have your whole life ahead of you, doesn't it? But some things were complicated. Like love.

The room was decorated with various posters, books and a little clutter. Dirty clothes were lying on the floor, bed sheets were crumpled under them. But it was Cat and her space. She was like that, sloppy and rebellious. Maybe even a little crazy. Or not so little. But this is probably the first time Ellie Williams has had such a strong feeling of butterflies in her stomach. She sat right in front of her, a cigarette between her slightly bitten lips, those light green eyes illuminated by the rays of sunlight coming through the window. Ash fell on her thighs as she take a deep drag. When she exhaled smoke with a thin stream towards the ceiling, her head tilted back slightly, strands of those blonde hair falling back, revealing a little more of her neck. When the sun penetrated her hair it almost resembled like wheat wavered in the wind in the field. The moment was almost unreal, like a dream or some of her wettest fantasy. She truly doesn't believe she exists.

"You are perfect."

These words slipped from Ellie's mouth, her voice so quiet and hoarse but this tone is so sincere.