<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CZWtBNpWkAAyY6M.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Ceci Carlton</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090438#msg13090438)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen to pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>cropped t-shirt (see pic) and batman shorts (http://garotasnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Batman-Shorts.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake, Andi<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Intruder alert!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was sinking in. The inevitable stupid distaste over the fact that her mother wasn't faithful to her father. Her first instinct hadn't been anger or surprise. It had been amusement. Why couldn't that just stick around, huh? She didn't care about her father's feelings, he never cared about hers! She didn't care if her mom was fucking guys her own age, why would she? So why was it making her want to throw things?<br/><br/>The furiously conflicted girl stood with the dustpan in hand when Andi spoke to her, and it took a few seconds for Ceci to reply. "I'm fine," she bit out eventually and looked at her friend, but once she did she felt the anger melt away. Andi was the only person she had relied on for real in a long time. The only person who actually gave a shit about her. And she was trying to help. "I'm sorry, thank you. I'm just gonna..." The sentence faded and for a moment she couldn't hide a glimpse of vulnerable confusion in her eyes, but then the moment passed and she handed the dustpan to her friend.<br/><br/>Without a further word, and without so much as a look in the guy's direction, Ceci strode out of the kitchen and upstairs, two steps at a time. A minute later she returned in a black onepiece swimsuit and went straight for the pool out back.<br/><br/>Thinking time.