<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VD81fZw.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elle Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)<em></em><br/><strong>Date | Time</strong>:<em> Saturday, April 13th | 9 amish</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Felix, Open</em><br/><hr/>It was official. She was all moved in and had finally unpacked all of her stuff. It might have taken her a few more days than she had hoped, but it was done. Now she could finally relax –<i>or so she thought</i>. Elle was just too used to being busy to be able to relax. Not to mention all of that pent up combination of excitement and guilt. Guilt, because she had left so many loved ones and self-designated responsibilities behind. Excitement, because… Well, wasn’t it obvious? She had<i>both</i>Felix and Robin living in the same apartment as her – and said apartment was practically a luxury condo!<br/><br/>At least, from Elle’s point of view. Not only did she have her own room for the first time in her life, but it had a large closet<i>and</i>came with her own bathroom?! It was just<i>so beautiful</i>. She had never had so much privacy in her life. Nor this much space. Then there was the living room and the kitchen… Honestly, she was afraid to come out of her room. Afraid to<i>touch</i>anything. If you break if you buy it, right? Elle wasn’t sure she could afford to buy anything in this place… As a matter of fact, she was fairly certain that what was supposed to be her<i>fourth of the rent</i>was being subsidized by the others – or at least<i>something</i>else.<br/><br/>These were some of the thoughts that plagued her over the course of the night – now that she wasn’t so tired from unpacking that she immediately passed out. However, as she found herself spiraling into anxieties and things outside of her control, she pulled out her phone and began searching through the various things that Miami had to offer instead. The Frost Museum of Science, the Miami Seaquarium, the Vizcaya Museum and Gardens, the Wynwood Arts District and its Wall Art exhibit were some of the first things to catch her attention. However, as she dug deeper she found<i>so much more</i>. Ellie wanted to go Airboating across the everglades. She wanted to see the difference between the alligators and crocodiles of Florida first hand. She wanted to gorge herself on the cuisines of Little Havana. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to get fucked up at some basic bitch night club and dance the night away, or try something more upscale or classy. Either way, she was certain she would have ample opportunity to try all of the things!<br/><br/>That’s right –<i>All of the things</i>.<br/><br/>“<em>Felix~</em>Wake up…” The quiet and somewhat sleep deprived girl shook her new roomie’s shoulder gently. She wasn’t about to be<i>rude</i>. “Felix!” Placed both her hands flat against the bed beside him and shook the bed with all her puny might. “....” She squinted down at him while all she managed to receive was a grumbly groan as the boy – er, man? He was a man now that he was over 18, right? But he just seemed so cute and boyish… Thoughts for another time. Either way, he was clearly not waking fast enough.<br/><br/>For a moment she just stared down at him, sifting her way through the list of ways she typically woke up her younger siblings when they refused to get up for school.<i>This</i>was different. Felix wasn't someone who's life she was held accountable for. Felix was... Well,<i>her best and most cherished</i>friend. The thought made her pause, but then something more mischievous gleamed in her eyes.<i>Of course</i>, how could she have forgotten. She knew the<i>perfect</i>way to wake him up...<br/><br/>“<em>Felix~</em>” Elle crawled her way up onto his bed, “Oh,<em>Felix</em>...” and then up over top of his vulnerable, sleeping form. “Wake up, bestie!” The mattress jostled as she bounced upon her hands and knees. “Felix! Felix! Felix! Felix!” The girl cried, bouncing the entire bed every single time she spoke his name. “C’moooon, I wanna play!” Boy, did this feel nostalgic all of a sudden… “I made coffee…” She tempted with a syrupy sweet voice and a big ol’ grin.<br/><br/>To think it was finally here – the days she would get to live with her best friend. To some peace and quiet, no less. Until<i>she</i>got to one or two of them, at least. She was about to pinch herself, she was<i>obviously</i>dreaming.<br/>