Looking out the window in the car while listening to music, was the normal reutine. I listened to the music, and played it out in my head, just like I was in the story. But this time was different, I wasn’t alone with my mom. My best friend was with me. So she yanked out my headphones and said “No Marilyn. Sing with me and make funny faces at the cars nearby. You know you love to do that!” said Lyla. How could I refuse that delightful offer? So i gracefuly threw my iPod into my purse, and started “dancing” (I guess you could call it that), like the fool I was. I took pride in it.
My mother was driving us to LA for some improv classes and some shopping, we were staying for a couple weeks to go to auditions and stuff. Me and Lyla loved to act and be the class clowns that we were. I was almost 18 and Lyla was almost 19, But we had no car at the moment, so I asked my mother to be our personal driver. I looked over to see Lyla take a deep, humble breath. Her blonde hair was a couple inches past her shoulders, she had such a pretty face and petite fiqure. I’d be lying if I didn’t wish I looked like her. But I didn’t mind my looks. Long Brown hair, blue green eyes, thin. I’ve never thought I was ugly, but I’ve also never really had the confidence in my looks either, it didn’t matter how many compliments I got. Just simple insecurities I guess... but who didn't have those?
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After class, we went down to Sunset boulevard. “Maybe we’ll see a celebrity.” I nudged to Lyla. She laughed and shrugged. “Hmm… It’s possible. You never know down here I suppose.” she added. Before I even had time to serenade my friend or do an awkward dance move down the street to embarrass her, these girls looking about 14, ran past us screaming. I heard one of them make out “Can you believe it!? Who’d a thought we’d see Lewis down here… TODAY!?!?! AHHHH!”
We froze. I looked at Lyla and I knew we were both thinking the same thing, we were having one of our soul sister telepathic moments. Could it be… no… that girl couldn’t have been talking about… Lou? “There’s no way-” I tried to add, “I don’t know Marilyn, they are down here recording right?” Lyla persisted. She was right after all. So I didn’t try to argue.
Lyla and I were never the type of girls who freaked out and had a melt down after seeing a celebrity. We were both more interested in who they were and what they accomplished, not the thought of them being “famous”. In fact, I don’t think we’ve ever gotten starstuck.
The two of us minus my mother made our way into some shops. But you see, we arent the quiet type. So every time we see something remotely interesting, we made a joke about it. As we made our way to some cute dresses this girl with a "perfect beach body" and face cut me off, she gave me a disgusted look and walked off. The nerve of some people. “Get over yourself…” I whispered. Lyla told me not to worry about it. That maybe she was perfect on the outside, but probably had no substance. I knew she was right. It's cliche but so true. Looks don’t mean anything. I’ve always thought if someone was a good person, it always made them more attractive, and vise versa. I only had a good selected group of friends... maybe because I've always had this gift of seeing people how they really are. I didn't mind though. Least then you have people who you can depend on.
I found myself drifting to some other little shops away from Lyla, I didn’t worry about her though, she’s rather independent. I heard a few more screams from girls along the way… I knew there was someone here, but i kept on my way.
When I’m anywhere walking around, i’m always singing. I just am. That’s my true passion, it’s something I’ve been doing for as long as I can remember. So I found myself looking at clothes and cool sueveniers while singing Ed sheeran’s, “Kiss me”. I was a little lost in my own little world, singing my favorite verse,
“I’ve fallen for you eyes, but they don’t know me yet.”
Before I could continue, I was cut off.
“You know you have a pretty nice voice.” A small grin came upon my face. The voice was a males, it was very welcoming and had a cute accent to it. I knew the voice, but it didn’t come to me at first. I turned to my right to see a boy a couple inches taller than me, with blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. As soon as our eyes met, my heart literally stopped. There was something about his eyes that made me want to learn more about him, or to cuddle him, all of the above. We kind of stared at eachother for a good couple seconds until we both smiled simultaniously. It was reassuring to see him blush as well.
“Heyyyy..I know you!” I said with a smile. My god his eyes were sparkling
“Oh! Well...Hi!” He said with a cute, shy tone, “I’m Niall Horan. But I guess you knew that” he laughed away.
Ha ha pinch me someone please.
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Erm... So... Basically (One Direction Fan Fic)
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