꧁Stellas pov꧂ As I lay a 10% tip on the table, I hear Cora start to speak. "I won't be home for another few hours. I'm getting my nails done, and the people there take forever." She explains, reaching down to grab her purse that was left on the seat. I had just noticed her outfit. I hadn't been looking closely at it, but now that she was standing up, I got a good look. She was wearing a white corsetted dress, with flowing sleeves. It almost screamed elegance, and innocence, with a smidge of lust. She looked beautiful. while I was standing here, with baggy ripped jeans, a green gingham button-up, and a white tight sports bra-looking top. I looked like a hobo you'd find on the side of the street compared to her.
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As I got into the car, I grab my phone out of my back jean pocket. I open it up to check the time, the screen's brightness adjusting to the light outside. How in the hell is it 3:30? I panicked. quickly jumping into my car, not even noticing the fact that I had a text from Austin. the message, Austin the butler- I'm filming Louisiana Hayride tomorrow. Can you stop by? For moral support, of course. But his text was the least of my worries. All my mind was on was forte. As I clash my keys around, searching for the right one, my phone starts to vibrate. I groan at the sound but then I notice that it's Baz calling. I reluctantly pick it up, clearing my throat. "Hello!" I say cheerily, trying to sound as if I was in the best mood I could have ever possibly been in. "Stop. the cheery is already giving me a headache." He says, bluntly. I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Baz. so what's on your mind?" I ask, hinting back as to why he called. "Well, on short notice we might need you tomorrow night." He says. I nod to myself, knowing he can't see me. "That's ok. Can I ask why?" I query. "We need to start measurements on you. For the wedding dress," he answers, once again straight to the point. "Ok, and what time is best?" I ask. I feel bad for all of the questions, but I needed this information on such short notice. "Around four is ideal." He says. I find the right key after jumbling with my keychain for around a minute and stick it into the keyhole. The sound of the engine turning on makes the car rumble to life.
"That's perfect, Baz. I'll be there for sure." I answer. "Oh, and also. We want you to come in the audience of the Louisiana Hayride, be one of the screaming girls." He says, but then continues. "but if you are up to that, you'll have to be here by five in the morning." oh. perfect. "Yes baz, ill be there," I answered, hesitantly. "Perfect. then we have everyone we need." He confirms. Working for him felt like I had to say yes to everything. but without me, they wouldn't have enough. So, I guess I would have to come anyways. "So ill see you tomorrow," I say. "Yes, and if you have something remotely fifties looking wear that. we will do hair and make-up, and we have some extra outfits, but it would just be great if you could, I know you'll think something up." He says. Ok, well I know Cora will have something. "yes baz, I know exactly where to find one." I state. "Bye now." I hear him say, then a long beep comes from the phone. great. So I have an outfit ready, and they will have hair and makeup done. all I have to do is sleep. easy enough.
the car gracefully pulls out of the car lot, as my music starts up. Kiwi by harry styles starts to play. This song had recently made its way up to my favorites list. I had been listening to harry style for years, but this song slipped my mind when I used to think about his music. It's such a different approach from his other music, like sweet creature, or golden. It's more aggressive and badass. This is why it piqued my interest when I started to listen to it more. The lyrics just make me feel like I'm in a badass TikTok edit, which I have never been in. "I'm having your baby! It's none of your business!" I start to sing. it's more of a yell, but I don't discriminate.
Music is one of the things that helps me escape from the world. And any type of music helps. not just this aggressive type. I love slow songs as well. They help me simmer down at night. Now that I think about it, most nights I fall asleep to fifties love songs. As I scream out the lyrics, I feel myself escape my thoughts. about forte, Cora, and oddly enough, Austin. It seemed whatever I did, my mind always made its way back to him. his face always made shimmied itself back into my thoughts. I couldn't tell what I felt when I thought about him, though. it was odd. I hated the way he made me feel, I hated the way he made my stomach twist. I hate the way he makes me weak in the knees. I hate the vulnerability I felt around him.
꧁3rd person꧂ Maybe it's because she didn't want to admit it, or maybe she didn't know. She was in love. with a guy, she had met three days ago. But there was no denying it that the feeling she felt around him was real. How he made her thoughts drift away, and how he took them over. There was no denying how they felt about each other. They both made their way into each other's minds, having completely taken over each other's thoughts. It's strange to see how they both are denying it. they both think so highly of the other but deny the emotion. She thought of herself as a lesser human being next to him. he was so elegant, so kind, and misunderstood. She felt he was worth so much more than what he described himself as. She just wanted to slap the sense into him that he was perfect. he was enough. And he felt that she was a goddess. Everything she did was perfect in his eyes. this was the first emotion he had been sure about since his breakup with Venessa. And this was the first emotion that she was sure about since joe. They had but each other on such high pedestals, that their bars were too raised for anyone else. They needed each other. they just hadn't known it. ----------------------------
A/n Hey mamas! Sorry for uploading a day late. I just happened to pass out last night while writing. Still had the worst sleep ever, but we won't talk about it. On a better note, I am in LOVE with Austella. They making me blush and whatevea. Also sorry if this chapter doesn't make sense, and it's all over the place. I hope it was decent. I'll try and work harder on the next one. like I said, for half of it was half asleep. I Love ya mamas, xoxo Robyn.
