Chapter three - Ooh-Ah
"Are you insecure of your body?" Asks Niall as he zips up my dress for me.
"No. Well, I just don't like people seeing me in my underwear, Olivia has a few times; considering we've been best friends since we were four, when she moved to America for two years, then she went back when her mom got remarried. And then my mom and sisters as an exception. Because I'm used to them; I have no brothers." I answer back. He nods his head at me.
"I better be getting home...." I answer again. I go downstairs and tie up my Converse.
"You're really the ONLY girl who wears Converse AND dresses?" Says Louis, kind of surprised.
"Well I'm kind of a tomboy. But yes." I say. Olivia is staying there, they said bring my guitar and wear pajamas when I come back.
~Dinner~
"We're glad you have more friends other than, you know, Olivia, I know you had at least two, but they might've never became your best friends like Olivia, and from that smile on your face as you came through the door and sat your stuff down, and rushed over there, and when you stepped through it again five minutes ago.... Well, they might just become your new best friends, as well." She smiles sincerely at me. I nod, finish my food, pile my plate in the sink, and get in pajamas. (Pictures on the side.)
I walk upstairs, grab my guitar, tell my mom I might be back tomorrow or later, and go next door. I knock on the door. Olivia answers and they all stare at my slippers.
Yes, I'm childish, and I'm tiny, therefore it works; all I can think of them staring at my slippers.
"Only you, Abs, only you." Says Olivia, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Cool, now let's go to the din, record you, and then we can put it on Twitter." Says Louis.
"NO!" I screech.
"And why so?" Asks Olivia.
"Because I have stage fright, I COULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS!" I bite on my nail.
"Well there's a first time for everything." Says Olivia, pushing my lifeless, weightless, frozen body to the den. I hear Olivia's phone go off, nightcore (YES, I WENT THERE!) - Come and Get It. She says that her mom said she could stay over. I set my guitar against my torso.
"What shall I play?" I ask in a posh accent.
"You can do one of those, hot, boy band, One Direction's songs." Says Louis, winking.
I rub my imaginary chin. "How about no?" I ask.
"For The First Time...?" Asks Olivia, she knows I learned to play when it came out three years ago because I loved it so much. Olivia sets her camera she had with her (how?) on a tripod and presses play. I know you can see Harry, Niall, and Liam in the shot, because they're sitting near me. She counts to three, and I play on a girl's perspective.
When I'm done they all clap, and I turn bright red. She turns it off.
"Wait...you still need to make a Twitter," says Olivia. I've never been a fan of that stuff because I just wanted to be involved in my baseball, soccer, cross-country track, music; mainly acoustic guitar, and my family.
She sits on a chair next to me, and tells me to make one. I make one. @aBigail_k_fRank.
~A/N: Don't go searching, because I made it up, and it'd be awkward for us, and extremely weird for you....~
"Basically now you have to make a YouTube." Says Olivia, we fill out the information and we upload it, it uploads extremely quick. Then Niall tweets out:
This girl: @Abigail_k_fRank , just played something for us on her guitar. ;) Check it out! P.s. follow her, :)
Video attached from OfficialWithAbigailFrankkkford
I thank him, follow all of them. I see the video uploaded quickly, wow. I get a bunch of followers; 900,450, views; 900,300, and subscribers; 10,230,348 within a minimum of eight minutes.
Finally Niall speaks up, "Why is your Twitter Frank and your YouTube Frankford?"
"Because my original last name is Frankford, but it's easier to be short like Frank, so I use it a lot, no biggy." I answer back, smiling. They all nod in my response.
"Wait, my feet were up, they could see me slippers," I respond, but I'm not worried one bit, "WEEEEEE!" I squeal like a child. I walk into the kitchen looking for food. I find carrots, Nutella, and candy. I sit at the table. I dip the carrots in the Nutella. Louis' eyes widen. I chew loudly with my mouth wide open.
"GIVE 'EM BACK!" He shouts at me.
I rub my stomach. "Nu, my tummy-wummy monster wanted to eat thwem becwause it was hungwy. Hope you don't mind it, Wouis." I answer, like a little kid, with puppy-dog eyes, he sits down and does the same. Pretty soon everyone does and we feast, but Niall still hasn't noticed the candy on my lap. I hold them up in Niall's face, who is on my right. He tries reaching for them, he's taller so it does nothing, I stand on the table.
