「 EMERSONBAILEY 」
cause you make me feel like i've been locked out of heaven for too long xoxo
☁xxIt was a hot, dry Sacramento morning. Light evenly cut through the blinds and brightened the girl's room. Stacks of magazines cluttered the wooden desk, pile of clothing were strewn messily on the floor and the oddly scent of coffee beans settled in. Emerson was not the neatest of females; often making up the excuses that she's 'busy' or she'll clean up her things later but she certainly wasn't the only one with this problem in the Bailey home. Lazily sprawled on her bed, she climbed out of the comforters and stretched. Her 'so-called' pajamas were a pair of pink boy shorts and a plain black tank top. She rummaged through her dresser and found her gray sweatpants, slipping them on. She walked over to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Then she peered in the mirror. Pale face, pink lips, blonde tousled hair and bags underneath her eyes. Damn, she looked like s**t.
Someone else had to be upxxshe was never the first. Emerson ran her fingers through her locks and walked out of her bedroom, down the hallway. Bedroom doors were still closed. Maybe she was the first. Until a sudden noise came from downstairs and she knew she wasn't the only one awake. Quietly descending the stairs, she tip-toed to where the noise came from. Peering in the living room, she spotted Pandora on top of Ryder. "What the hell," she whispered underneath her breath as she watched the youngsters wrestle like little bears in a cage. Emerson rolled her eyes and popped out of nowhere onto them. The extra 150 lbs could crush them but she didn't care.
A manic-like laugh made its way up her throat and she rolled off of them onto the carpet, only to frown. "Dora, baby, what did I tell you about trying to kill your brother? You can't do it alone," she winked, smiling at the little nickname she gave to her sis. Emerson never acted her age around her much younger siblings. She was like one of them, only much bigger and had already gone through puberty with B cups. But they still knew that she was older and had to be respected. Even when she didn't have to return the favor.
out of condoms: damn. this post sucks