The music echoed through the house, it was a radio station and they were playing<em>party in the USA</em>, dorky as heck but bella loved the song, so she was shaking her hips ands singing along as she did her, her boyfriends, and her roommates laundry. They were both at work, she worked from home and made a good amount of money for it so chose not to find a second job. The washing machine finsihed the last load and she danced over to it to switch the wet clothes into the dryer.<br/><br/>" AND THE BRITTANY SONG WAS ON, AND THE BRITTANY SONG WAS OONNN" She belted out. Being home alone she was only wearing a bra and boy cute undies, in black.. her favorite choice of intimate colors. Her blonde hair was wet from a recent shower and hung loose falling just past her shoulders. Her face was clean of makeup, and seeing that she had just got back from a trip to mexico with her family she had a still lingering tan. Finishing up with folding the laundry she struted out to the living room and continued on into the kitchen, this was what she loved about living on her own, she could strut around the house naked all day until her roomates came home, and they almost never came home early.<br/><br/>Belle liked to cook, at this moment she was perparing for her roomies to get home, shed made chicken tonight,<em>mmm...</em>she thought to her self. Her roomate was her best friend, they had known one another since elementary and had always dreamned of living together, and here they were years later and they had just recently bought this house. She remembered how they celebrated getting the keys and blushed before pushing the thought out of her head.<br/>