Smiley boyfriend was smiley. Ella smiled back, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Was it weird to do laundry with your boyfriend? The sixteen year old didn't really know though there were certain items she'd be handling carefully and secretively, for reasons.

Oh and questions? "I...yeah, sure. I was going to sort my clothes first, though." Was that a bit silly, the sorting? She'd done laundry with her Gran lots before and the older woman always insisted on sorting things before hand. "That way I don't mix any colors with the whites." Because turning all her whites pink...well, that wouldn't be good.

And without further discussion, the blonde bent down to where her laundry bag was and started separating things into piles. One pile for whites, one for colors. She hummed while she separated things, occassionally glancing over at Alec and smiling. So far so good. Maybe this wouldn't be awkward after all.