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Thursday 3rd September – 5:30 AM – Home – Outfit

※ Mood: Surprised - Intense - Nervous
※ Listening To: Pink Floyd
※ With: Jamie

She stayed there for a long while perfectly calm and content in his company and she welcomed the arm he put around her the warmth reminded her everything was real and genuine. She pulled away from him as he spoke and sat straight nodding softly. "Yeah, we ought to hurry come to think of it," She mumbled softly bouncing onto her feet and offering him a hand up onto his feet. "I'll get changed there and then we can go straight away, I'll be quick," She promised gently and it was true, Bella was probably the only girl in the world who wore dresses and make-up but could be ready and done within ten minutes- she was as straight to the point as she was with her clothes as she was with everything she ever did.

She couldn't help but softly smile, she felt like she finally had a reason to and it showed in her expression. She was still almost in disbelief but she was more than happy and quite content and even more excited for their night out, she was up on her feet and all smiley which was weird for Bella but probably not a bad thing.

"I think I might wear something more colourful than usual tonight," She thought out loud casually. "Break the mould y'know," She added thoughtfully.

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Friday 4th September 5:05 PM– In The Street – Outfit

※ Mood: Chilled – Light - Content – Upbeat
※ Listening To: Way Away - Yellowcard
※ With: Ellie

[font=Garamond] "I have shirts too- they're just folded in my drawers. I'm paranoid to wear them in case I stain them but we do need to go shopping- I'm useless at this stuff," He admitted before walking over to his drawers and looking at his shirts thoughtfully searching for one more casual than the one Ellie was still holding. "I don't have a leather jacket but I think I still have a denim one in there- is it on the left by the blue stuff? It should be," He told her turning his head to look over at her. "Would that do?" He asked her. "Or I've got that burgundy wool thing- I could wear that over a shirt..." He suggested dumbly.

He ran his hand through his hair again, clearly grew more agitated by how scruffily it was sitting but he couldn't be bothered to put gel in it yet because when he went down for dinner he could count on his Mother to ask who he was trying to impress or whatever. He did not want that, not in front of Ellie it'd just be embarrassing.

He didn't even want to think about dinner, his mother and Ellie got on well but his mother was a big believer in the humiliation of sons- she'd rip him apart just because Ellie was there to witness it and she knew Nate wouldn't argue back to her or Ellie. He sighed softly and turned to go sit down on the bed voting to trust Ellie's choice instead. "Ellie, my fate is in your hands. I can't do this," He told her childishly.