Divine Complement

1: We want her bra.

Chapter One: We want her bra.

Summer's POV:

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else,

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,

You don't know,

Oh, oh,

You don't know you're beautiful,

If only you saw what I can see,

You'd understand why I want you so desperately,

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,

You don't know,

Oh, oh,

You don't know you're beautiful,

Oh, oh,

That's what makes you beautiful!"

Here I was. A lonely, and awkward 16 year old girl, on a Friday night, singing into a hair brush. While other teenagers are out partying, I am here jumping on my bed and fangirling over five beautiful Gods. Isn't my life just dandy?

During the time I was doing the 'Running Man', my mother barged into my room with a scowl on her face. "Summer?! Would you mind turning down the music a little bit? Your family, and the rest of the neighborhood are trying to sleep." I blushed a crimson red and took the remote from my side table. "Sorry mom, you can go to sleep now." I said smiling sheepishly. She waved her arm lazily and closed the door.

What can I say? I'm a no life who just wants to have a little fun. My best friend Cameron always tries to take me out to parties but I never go because its just not my scene.

I got down from my bed and flicked on the TV. Turning off the light, and hopping back on the bed, I snuggled into my soft blanket and checked my phone for any messages, which per usual, there weren't any.

A few minutes passed, and my eyes began to droop. I guess dancing too good got me tired. Just as I was about to pass out, my phone began to ring. I groaned and looked over to my bedside.

"Hello?" I asked gruffly.

"Summerrrrr." The voice was dragged and slurred. I automatically knew who this was.

"What do you want Cameron?" Here we go again.

"I think I'm drunk, but then again, I'm not too sure." I could hear the confusion in his voice, but I was too tired to laugh.

"Do you have a ride home? You better not drive back to your house." I told him. He knew I was really sensitive with drinking and driving.

"Of courseeee not, Summer. That's why, I need you to come and pick me up." He replied and popped the 'p.'

I slapped my forehead with my hand and groaned. He's so lucky that I love him more than I should.

"Fine! Where are you?"

For 51 minutes, I waited for my drunk best friend in front of Zach Smith's house. Yes, I calculated how long because what else would I do for 51 minutes!? Everytime I called his phone, it would go straight to voicemail. I even beeped the horn for straight 5 minutes, and eventually some kid got annoyed and started to bang on my windows.

I had no other choice but to get out from my car, and head into the drunken teen-infested home. Straightening out my 'Spongebob Squarepants' pajama pants and black shirt, I knocked on the door and waited impatiently.

As I was going to give up and throw a rock at the window, the door opened and there stood the handsome and charming Zach Smith. Standing at 6'3, sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and

It's only 9:00 p.m. and I have nothing else to do. I pull out my History Textbook and put on my glasses. Guess it's gonna be an awesome night!

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"You look tired." My bestfriend Cameron said, pushing past me. I rolled my eyes and closed the front door.

"Come in why don't you?" I said, earning a glare from him. Cameron and I were total opposites. Cliche, right? He was the popular, good-looking player and star athlete in our school, while I was basically a toaster strudel.

"Why aren't you a bit cranky this morning?" He said, grabbing a banana from the counter. "Well, who wouldn't be angry if you had to wake up to loud bangs coming from the front door. I was basically forced to open it, since no one else was home." I yelled as my brother came running in with his friends. It's like 10:00 in the morning, why are they in my house?

As they ran by, one squirt knocked the banana right out of Cameron's hand. "Hey! I was hungry!" He chuckled and the little boy continued running out the door. I rolled my eyes. "Stupid boys."

"You still love me. Anyways, make me breakfast, thanks!" Cameron said and ran up to my room. I gasped and hurried up after him. I tried twisting the knob, but the door was locked. I took my fist and slammed it against the wooden frame. "Cam, if you don't open this door now, I will tell everyone that you pee in the shower." I threatened.

"Hey! Peeing in the shower is perfectly fine and normal. Everyone does it, you should try it some time." He suggested. I sighed and banged my head against the door, giving up. "What do you want?" He screamed in victory and told me what he wanted.

Now breakfast is over and Cameron and I are lying down on my bed with our hands resting on our stomachs. "I ate so much!" I groaned, slapping Cameron's face with my feet. "Ow! I gotta take a shit." He chuckled, getting up and going to the bathroom.

"Uhm, Summer..." He said, slowly walking back to me. I looked up from my phone and my eyes nearly came out of its sockets. I stood up as quickly as possible and held my arms out.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked the five, thirteen year old boys. I looked around for my brother, but he was no where in sight. They all held water-guns, and I knew we were both in deep shiz. "It's not what we're doing, it's what we want." One of them said, their lips turning upwards in a smirk.

"Well, what the fuck do you guys want?" Cameron said rolling his eyes and crossing his arms against his chest.

"We want her bra." I gasped and put my hands on my hips.

These nuggets think that they are actually going to get my bra. "How about no? Also, how did you guys even get in here?" Cameron asked, stepping closer to the group of boys.

"Well you see...There's something called a door, and you walk into the do-" He was cut off by my laughter. Cameron's head snapped towards me and I quickly shut-up. "S-sorry, it w-was funny."

"So are you gonna give it to us or nah? If you don't, you will just wind up getting wet." Haha. Wet.

"Nah." Cameron shook his head. "I'm not giving you anything, now get out of here you nugget." I shook my head and shooing him out of my room. "1! 2! 3!" Water was splashed everywhere and I was pissed off. "You better run!" I exclaimed as they ran out of my room.

Cameron and I got dry and went to my bed. "I don't remember being that annoying when I was thirteen." He said bringing me against his chest. "Trust me, you were." I replied, snuggling closer. Hmm. He smelled so good.

Netflix was automatically on my TV so I decided to watch some episodes of The Vampire Diaries. Is it just me or you can't find which ship to ride? Like I'm stuck between Delena and Stelena. I can't fudging cho-. I was interuppted from my thoughts by my phone. I reached down to the floor and yanked it out the charger. It was a message from Kyle, aka my girl best friend. I opened it and it was a picture of what she was wearing on her date. I stared at her outfit and texted her what I thought about it.

I locked my phone and plugged it back in its charger. After hours and hours of non-stop drooling over Damon, my eyes began to droop right as I heard Cameron's heavy breathing, meaning, he was already asleep. Oh how I loved him.