☾Angel☽ Hemmings A.U.

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When she disappeared behind a corner of a building I headed back to the café. I knew Calum would ask a million questions but I didn't care. I was in such an amazing mood. I opened the door, little bell jingling. I expected that Calum would be the one running up to me asking how it went, but I was wrong.
"Lukey, why were you talking to that loser?" Tiffany squealed at me.
"What." I was in a happy daze. But then her words sunk in. I began to get angry.
"What do you mean what? You were talking to freak girl. You could have been talking to me Lukey, me. I'm gorgeous while she is ugly. I mean can you not see her. You should be talking to me, we have so much in common." She shouted all this to me, I was furious. But managed to contain my anger.
"Okay Tiffany what do we have in common?" I decided to give her a chance.
"Well we both like 'Mean Girls' and penguins. Umm you like to watch me cheer lead, I like to cheer lead, so that counts. What else, oh I know, we both love ice tea. Umm I don't know but I bet there are tons more." She finally concluded. Before placing her hand on my chest.
I took a step back and pushed her hand off my chest. I couldn't stand her right now. I hated to watch her cheerlead. I only watched once four months ago. I really wanted to watch Calum play soccer, which was the whole reason I went to the sports field. But no Tiffany just had to see, and just had to beg for me to watch her cheerlead. Any way that's beside the point.
"Okay Tiffany what type of music do you like. Because "if were meant to be together" you would know that music is extremely important to me." I folded my arms across my chest. I was pissed off.
"Well umm we both love pop music, all other types of music are stupid." She smiled moving closer to me again. Does she not know what personal space is or something?
"First of all Tiffany I don't love pop music. Second of all I love a lot of different types of music. Do you even know who All Time Low is?" I grumbled.
"Is that like a book or something, I'm not a reader." She giggled before placing her hand on my chest. Again.
"No Tiffany it's a band. My favorite band actually." I pushed her hand away from, before walking by her. I made my way to the middle of the restaurant, Tiffany following me like a lost puppy. I turned and faced Tiffany.
"Lukey what are you doing. Why can't you see that we are perfect for each other?" She pleaded.
I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped.
"Tiffany just stop." I shouted.
"Lukey there is no need to be mad." I cut her off.
"No Tiffany there is a reason to be mad." The four people, besides Calum, me and Tiffany, in the café were starting to pay attention.
"Why are you mad?" She once again tried to calm me, but it only ended up making me madder.
"Would you just stop interrupting me!" I screamed at her.
"O-okay." She nodded obviously scarred. I felt guilt form in my stomach, but the anger quickly took over.
"Thank you. Firstly Tiffany you can't call a girl you don't know a loser. You have no idea how angry that makes me. I mean people call my friends losers. But because you're 'miss popular' I guess you wouldn't know what it would feel like to be called a loser. I mean you go around calling everything that doesn't worship you a loser. And even then you still call some of them losers. Heck the only reason I don't get called a loser is because you are obsessed with me. And you know what, I know what it feels like to be obsessed with someone. I didn't know if she would have a boyfriend but even if she did I wouldn't have started to insult him in front of her. That's not how you impress people Tiffany. But hey, you would need to impress any one. You're the one who needs to be impressed." I took a breath. The anger was slowly leaving me. But I wasn't ready to stop yelling yet.
"Sorry." She mumbled.
"No Tiffany you can't say sorry then do the same thing the next week." I replied calmly, but my tone was harsh.
"Okay, but still she's not as pretty as me." She smirked at the end. I was ready to punch a wall.
"Shut up! Just shut up! Why can't you understand that you're not pretty in the way she is. You ask for attention, wear shirts with half you boobs popping out, and skirts where your butt is hanging out. You aren't the pretty she is. Her pretty is quiet, it doesn't ask for attention. Most will pass it over but those who do see, realize that it is the real pretty, the one that's hard to find. She's beautiful Tiffany, something you could never be, unless you change how you act. Because not only does she have outer beauty, she is filled with inner beauty. I don't know if you know who Ellen DeGeneres is but she once said, 'To me, beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. It's about knowing and accepting who you are.' And in all honesty I think Aspen, that's her name if you didn't know, is the perfect example. She is comfortable without wearing makeup. She doesn't need others to make her happy. She is content being who she is. And that is why you will never be pretty like her Tiffany." I started out loud but near the end I became quiet.
"Oh." Was all she could say.
I would've been the same. I basically just told her that she was not pretty or beautiful. I was so tempted to say sorry but I couldn't bring myself to. She deserved all that. Well maybe she doesn't, but she was mean to Aspen, and I was tired of her constantly bringing  Aspen down. I don't know how she didn't realize that I wasn't interested in her that way. I couldn't handle her bring Aspen down all the time, when she didn't even know the first thing about her. I hope because I told Tiffany all this she will leave Aspen alone.
"Here is the money for our food." I finally could speak again. I pulled out thirty dollars. "Keep the change." I handed her the bills before walking quickly towards the door. I knew Calum would be following me. I felt guilt sink in. I tried to push it away but wasn't able. The bell jingled but I barely even heard it. I was so confused. I know I shouldn't have yelled at Tiffany but, I couldn't handle it. Why do I feel like my angel would have the answer I needed.
The bell rang out, signaling that Calum came out behind me.
"Dude that was crazy." Calum exclaimed.
"Yeah." I replied not sharing his enthusiasm.
"Why are you so dejected?" He asked.
"I don't know. I feel guilty I guess." I sighed.
"No, no, no. Tiffany had it coming, she can't keep insulting people like she does. Someone had to take her down a notch, too bad it was you. She can't keep insulting, what was her name again, oh yeah Aspen. She said some pretty messed up crap about her. She shouldn't be able to do that. It's good you stood up for her. I don't know if this will make you feel better or not, but a few weeks ago, when you were sick, she came up to me and Michael. She called him ugly and told him he was never going to get anywhere in life. She said he was ugly and no one with eyes would want to date him. See it's good you said all that to her." Calum tried to comfort me, and he was doing a great job.
"I can't believe she said all that. She really is mean. Thanks man, you really know how to make me feel better." I pulled him in for a hug. I loved Calum's hugs, he always nuzzled his head into your shoulder. Of course it wasn't as good as my Aspen's hug.
After we both pulled apart, we unlocked our bikes. We rode in a comfortable silence till the road were we went our separate ways.
"Bye Luke call me later and tell me everything about you and Aspen." He called as he rode off.
"Bye."
I realized he never asked about what happened with Aspen. See Calum was the good of a friend he would put his curiosities aside to help a friend. He knew I needed comfort and he gave it to me. He was the best friend a guy could ask for.


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