i think the nerd is hot ; ashton irwin

Chapter 11

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Skyler's POV

I was just chilling in my room, flicking through Tumblr and Pinterest when my phone started rapidly buzzing. A sigh escapes my mouth and I start to frantically move my fingers to try and find what was causing all the buzzing so I could try to stop it.

The last app my fingers tap is my messages and sure enough, all the buzzing was coming from there. Not Instagram or Twitter and surprisingly, Wattpad. I may or may not be very well known on that sight with some of my fan fictions. Like one with preferences and another with me as the main character. But I wouldn't know that because I don't go on that sight. Pfft, I never go on it. Heck, I barely even know what it is! *secretly deletes the app from phone*

Anyways, I'm getting distracted now. My mum is slightly ADHD and even though I'm not technically ADHD I do get random out bursts like just now. You know, I always wondered what ADHD stands for. It's like something something something disorder. Like attention blah blah blah disorder. Then why does it have this effect on me? I don't even technically have it. Just random outbursts....

See! That's what you call my ADHD outbursts!

Anyways, I'm really getting distracted now. The texts were all from Lexi. I tapped on the chat and texts were just spamming my phone.

Lexi - AAHHH I'm meeting Luke in like a few hours!! HELP MEEE!

Lexi - NOT JUST HIM BUT HIS FŪCKING PARENTS!!

Lexi - I don't know what to wear!!!

Lexi - Can you come over?!?!?

Lexi - PLEASE????

Lexi - *inserts address*

Lexi - There's my address even though you know where I live!! Just come ASAP!!

I chuckle slightly at her messages and reply back.

Skyler - I'll be over in 5

She replies immediately after I hit that send button.

Lexi - Thank you times a million!! Please please be quick.

I change out of the clothes I wore for school and put on something more casual before throwing my phone into some random tote bag and bringing all my make up, hair tools and accessories. Just in case she didn't have everything. Then I just slipped on some random shoes and literally ran to her home which I've actually never been to.

The outside was like any normal home that was on this street. Nothing out of the ordinary. I headed for the front door and knocked. Out came a very stressed looking Lexi. "My god Lex. What happened?" I worry, looking at her in the eye. "Stress happened. Come in." She mutters, moving out the way so I can enter the dwelling. I immediately start interrogating her. "What's your personal style?" She replied with such an ambiguous answer, I could literally kill her. "Well, I'm a mix of all styles." I take a deep breath and start to ask her further questions.

"Heels or flats?"
"Both?" I take another deep breath and think about other questions to further ask her.

"Casual or fancy and dressed up?"
"Casual." Okay, we're going somewhere.

"Skirts or shorts?"
"Both?" And I jinxed it.

"Okay, you know what. We're just wasting time. If it was just you and Luke what would you wear?" She starts going into a simple explanation. "Something cute. Some shorts and a sweater most likely." I smile at the explanation because that is exactly what I wanted. "Come on. Let's go to your room and get you ready."

I take a good look at her closet which was filled to the brim with clothes after clothes. "Dammit girl. What the hell do you have in your closet?" I could literally hear her blush. In her closet, there was everything a girl could dream of. Shorts, skirts, dresses, you name it, it's there. I smile deviously at all the material I could work with and an amazing canvas to create my master piece on. Then, my hands start to fly through all her clothes, seeing which ones would match well with each other. 

I kept just flicking through her endless closet and finalised my decision before shoving her the clothes. "Put them on. I'll do your hair and makeup afterwards." I order, pushing her into the bathroom. Well, it looked like a bathroom so I pushed her in it. 

She came out wearing exactly what I wanted her to wear whilst looking absolutely amazing. A white sweater that was tucked into some blue skinny jeans with a brown belt that wrapped around her waist. "Perfect." I say before pushing her towards a chair and leaving no time to spare when I started with her hair and makeup.

"Can I see? Can I see?" She repeats excitedly. "Where did little miss stressed go?" I tell her surprised. "I don't know, it's comforting having you here." She tells me, before turning around and giving me a hug. "Okay, I'm done anyway. Take a look in the mirror. I need to be off." I confirm before making my way to her front door. "NO!! Skyler Emma Jackson you are staying here." Lexi snaps from upstairs. I cringe at her sudden bipolarity but did as I was commanded. 

Rushing back up the stairs, I head over to where I assumed Lexi was at. Which was her room. And see her examining her own self. Not in shame like I expected but in disgust. "It looks like me!" She shouts at me. "That's the point Lex. Luke's parents need to see you like who you really are." I explain to her. "But I hate my appearance." She admits, looking to the ground. "Don't say that. You look gorgeous and like I said. Lucas's parents need to see you like you really are. All I did was make a more enhanced version of you." I explain, making her expression soften. "You're right. Now, I literally could never thank you." She expresses, pulling me into another hug. "All in a days work my friend. Good luck and I will see you afterwards.

[A/N] - Sorry for the really really crappy filler. I did not know how to go straight into the main idea so I made a quick filler. So so so sorry for it and I promise that there will be a better chapter after this.

Hugs? *Invitation for hug.*

And at the end, I folded in a really good moral. You're gorgeous no matter what anyone else says. Even if you don't think so. 

Dammit Jazzy. Why you gotta be so cliche?

Anyways, even if I haven't seen how you look. You're beautiful and I know that there is someone out there who will have the same opinion as I do. 

Love you all to death,

Jazzy