Baby, we're famous

Chapter Two

(picture of what Gracie looked like)

❃Gracie❃

I walked into the room full of of loud music, the smell of alcohol, and sweaty bodies scattered all over the dance floor. The smell devoured in to my nose so I started walking but of course, it followed me wherever I went. Maybe since its California, they'll be some celebrities here or hot surfer dudes .

It was very , very awkward waking around by my self like the loser I am so I went over to the bar and took a seat on the stool. Whoo, hot guy. I laughed as I looked over at this blonde cutie with a booty sitting at a table across from me. He must've caught me staring because his blue ocean eyes got caught with mine which made me instantly look away with a blush creeping slightly up my cheeks.

You know that feeling in your stomach when you know something good or bad is about to happen? Or when your excited ? Well that's exactly what I was feeling when he came over to me and leaned across the bar.

He had on a white button up shirt with khaki colored cargo pants , with vans. Holy shit he's hot as balls. His messy blonde hair was tasseled up on top of his head , which look like it's been jelled messily , yet still hot. To top it off when he at smiled me , his dimples popped out , freaking cute.

I smiled at the mystery blonde as I waited for him to speak.

"Hey do I know you? You look a lot like my next girlfriend. Meanwhile, I freaking lost my number. Do you mind if I have yours?" He said with a sneak and leaned a little closer, so close I could smell the alcohol in his breath. We started at eachother for a few seconds until I took in what he said and started bursting out laughing.

"That .... Was... So... Cheesy.." I said in between laughs as he stared at me like a mad women and slowly walked away like I was the plague. Well then. Whatever , I shook it off. I probably scared him away because of my crazy 'dyeing cow laughing' as my dad called it. Okay so this place was kinda boring, I had no friends, or a boyfriend so this was pointless.  I got up, and decided to go to the dance floor.

"Excuse me , excuse me" I called out until I freaking tripped over someone's shoe lace. "Oh my god are you okay?" A petite girl voice called. I looked up and a small hand was let out to help me up.
Thankfully I accepted it, and got back up on my feet. In front of me was a freaking gorgeous blonde hair beauty with locks of gold that was down to her waist with freckles Dotting her nose, below her hazel eyes . She was so petite , and small. Almost about my height. She wore a blue dress with gemstones on the neck line. Hey, maybe I can make friends.

"Hey , oh my gosh, your so pretty" I gasped as I looked at the model in front of me hoping she doesn't think I'm secretly gay. Nah it's alright for girls to call other girls pretty . "Oh my god, thanks.You are too. I'm Meg what's your name?"Meg exclaimed, she already appeared really bubbly and outgoing. This is my typa girl."I'm Gracie."

"Do you wanna hangout here, I'm new and I know literally no one ." I laughed felling more of myself around her. "Well actually, I'm here with my boyfriend and his best friend but your more than welcome to come since I'm the only girl." She giggled and gave me a really big smile with seriously white teeth. She led the way to them, thankfully , while I told her about the guy with the cheesy pickup lines. "And then I sound like a cow giving birth when I laugh which scared him away. " I manage to say the last word in between our hilarious laughs. "Don't worry girl, Jake always says that I sound like a squealing pig" I'm assuming her boyfriend is jake but I just laughed along anyway enjoying the moment with my hillarious new friend Meg.