𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 // 𝐉.𝐁 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

02. BEAUTIFUL, JUST LIKE YOU

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WAITING ROOM

𝟎𝟐. 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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chapter two of steamroller is up rn!
read after this if you wanna see the cute pics fi and jb took!

Fiadh
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It's been a few days since my slightly embarrassing run-in with John B at The Wreck and he still hasn't texted me. I sigh loudly and fall onto my bed, the late afternoon sun gleaming through my windows as I desperately wait for my phone to light up. "He's probably nervous." Bri points out from the desk chair across the room, closely examining my copy of Little Women. The space didn't take much time to decorate, all of my posters are stuck on the walls and my closet organized, Sarah promised a trip to the thrift store to see if we can find some cute decorations for the place. "About what exactly?" 'Lover' plays quietly while the girl in front of me returns the sigh that previously left my mouth and tosses the book next to her bag so she can take it home with her. "Nervous about texting you genius. He probably thinks you're way out of his league." I quickly flip myself onto my stomach, propping my face up with my arms and letting my hair fall from its loose braid. "I'm not. He's like.." I stop myself before I get too out of line.

"He's like what?" Bri questions, pestering me further to finish the sentence. I hide my warm face in my hands and squeal, making my best friend lean forward more, pretending to be interested in my next words. "He's...." Bri prompts. "He's hot."

Bri smiles and start humming the tune to a song I know all too well, my guess is confirmed once she starts singing. "John B and Fiadh sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-" I quickly clamp my hand over her mouth and look at her with wide eyes. "My dad is home you have to be quiet." The girl looks at me with dramatic eyes while placing her hand on her forehead. "Fiadh Clarke is so passionate about John Booker Routledge, but her blossoming relationship must be kept a secret. Her father mustn't know she's infatuated with-" Bri takes a deep breath before continuing her overly done plot line to my life. "A Pogue!" I giggle and run my hands through my hair before digging my face into my pillows. "You know my dad doesn't care about that stuff. Boy's are boys and Dad's are-"

My sentence is cut short by my phone lighting up and a small ping floating through my room. Bri just about screams and grabs my phone before I can get my hands on it. Her smile slowly fades as she reads the text message. "Just Rafe." She groans, obviously upset that it wasn't John B. I take my phone back and read over the message quickly.

From: Ugliest Cameron
To: Me
Beach later???? IMU.
Read by: Me

From: Me
To: Ugliest Cameron
Can I get back 2 u? waiting for a text. IMU2 <3
Read by: Ugliest Cameron

From: Ugliest Cameron
To: Me
yeah wtv
Read by: Me

"What'd he say?" Bri asks, watching my face screw up at Rafe's last text. My favourite thing about Brielle is that when she asks you something and you don't want to share, she doesn't really care. Which for some reason makes it extremely hard not to tell her things. "I told him I would text him back with an answer because I'm waiting for text and he says 'yeah whatever.' What's that supposed to mean?" My best friend sighs once again and looks at me like I'm quite literally the dumbest person ever. "You know what I think? I think he's jealous." I shake my head quickly brushing off Bri's remark. "Why would he be-" "Fiadh I really don't think you understand that you're hot and a lot of guys that you know secretly want to fuck you." Another thing about Bri is that she lays it out flat. Sometimes its for the better, most times it isn't.