"This time, I'm going to be selfish," she said as tears welled up in her beautiful brown eyes, eyes that he had come to fall in love with. Alas, she turned around, leaving him alone. His world turning upside down, turning into complete and utter cha...
a/n: hey guys! so the person pictured above is obviously the very infamous and precious being: Wes Tucker! and he will be playing Giselle's younger brother, Marcel but people call him Marco/Marc. also yes i'm very aware of the fact that orion's acual snapchat username is displayed in the picture, sorry I wasn't bothered enough to crop it out or whatever. hey, on the bright side, add orionsnaps on snapchat! for the funniest! snaps! ever! also finally, I have blessed you all with a kind of a long chapter. it's longer than the previous chapters so yeah cOUNT YOUR BLESSINGS OKAY, anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter gOODBYE COME AGAIN!
love always,
zoha x --- Giselle sighed as she held her wrist out to check the time on her watch for the fifth time this minute. 4:15a.m.- it read. Camo was late, and that's not normal for Camo, he is always on time.
She ran a hand through her brown locks as she nervously dropped the file folder that contained the various posters she had made with Ricky's 'genuine' messages and her comments on them. A gush of cold air hit her face, making her feel even more anxious.
Her grand plan was to stick these posters around the whole neighborhood. Giselle had decided to keep Ricky's identity safe but chose the messages that were scrawled across all the posters very carefully. She'd chosen the ones he'd remember, so he'd understand just who all these posters were being directed at. It wasn't too wild of a plan, but it was enough to put Ricky back in his place, and that was all Giselle wanted to achieve.
Her eyes were droopy and she was struggling with keeping them open. She could hear the constant whirring of the construction workers' trucks and the blaring of a police vehicle behind her. All around her was a pitch-black sky, studded with a few stars here and there. As she brought her hands to her face in an attempt to help keep herself warm, she heard howls come from across the end of the dimly lit street, followed by some laughs.
Squinting her eyes, she finally made out the figures of four boys, making their way towards her. Hearing them joke in between themselves, she heard a voice she was all too familiar with. As they inched closer, Giselle finally understood just who she was going to come face to face with.
"Camo! How are you?!" squealed Giselle as she strolled towards Camo as fast as her feet allowed her to. She felt warm and fuzzy inside, as if rays of sunlight were emitting from her heart.
"Gee, you're a bit too happy for a person who looks like she's shat herself twice," he replied as he ran his hand through his blonde locks, sweeping them away from his brown speckled eyes.
"Sorry, next time I'll remember to display my happiness the way you want me to display it," she said sarcastically, still beaming with utter bliss as he playfully rolled his eyes and they both made their way to the other boys. "By the way, I look like I've shat myself twice because you have had me waiting for more than 20 minutes!" His eyes widened as she said this. Camo shook his head vigorously.
"You see, that wasn't my fault," retorted Camo as he nodded his head towards a boy. "Meet Mr. Red, the trouble maker that had me locked up in my very own bathroom!" He whisper-screamed as he pointed at a dark-haired boy with tattoos. "Red" smiled.
"Aye...don't point, pointing is rude," He said, holding Camo's finger and sticking it up his nose, making everybody around them chuckle. Giselle recognized his British accent and almost swooned. "Red" extended his sturdy arm and with a firm, warm grasp, he held Giselle's hand, greeting her. "Anyways, hello, my name's Red," He said.
Slightly puzzled (from the fact that someone was named after a color), slightly dazed, and slightly sleepy, Giselle slurred, "Hi, I'm Giselle, but you can call me Giselle,". Upon hearing muffled laughter from behind her, she retracted and corrected herself. "Oh sorry, I'm just a little sleepy, I meant to say that you can call me 'Elle'," she said as she stifled a yawn. Red chuckled, his shoulders shaking as he did.
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" 'S alright, it happens...Elle" He said, smiling.
Giselle then turned to another boy. He seemed to be simply ecstatic, buzzing and alive. With a grin plastered on his face, he stuck his arm in front of him. Giselle shook his hand and noticed his blonde hair that fell right above his eyes, making him constantly squint, and his wonderfully pink lips.
"Hi, Gorgeous," He said as he winked. Groans were heard from behind. A lot of words were exchanged 'Shut up George!/Can you shut the fuck up?/When will you ever stop trying?/Do you ever give up?'. He simply rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at them.
"Hello, Fuckboy," she winked back. Everybody roared.
"OOOOOOH! THAT'S MY GIRL! I'VE TAUGHT HER RIGHT!" exclaimed Camo. Giselle cringed, making a wry face at everybody.
"You guys need to calm down, we're awake at the asscrack of dawn, and it wasn't even that big of a comeback honestly," she shrugged with annoyance. "Anyways, looking forward to working with you," said Giselle as she flashed him a small smile.
"Same here, by the way, I'm George," He said whilst grinning.
"I'm Elle," smirked Giselle. She then turned to gorgeous boy with lovely hair #2. 'God, Camo really hits it up with people that have really good hair' she thought and made a mental note to ask them what shampoos they use.
The last boy seemed a little timid, possessing a shy demeanor. He had lovely wavy dark locks and vibrant green eyes that reminded Giselle of the greenest and liveliest tree in the Amazon rainforest. Upon closer inspection of his face, she realized he had specks of hazel darted across his iris, making his eyes even more captivating than before.
"Hello, I'm Benny," He mumbled, giving Giselle a small smile and an acknowledging look. She smiled back. Although his voice was barely audible, Giselle could clearly make out his strong British accent.
"I'm Elle...well boys, let's get to work," she said while picking up the file folder and tossing out a poster to each of them.
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"George, I swear if your generic and mainstream ass sings 'I Hate You I Love You" one more time, I won't hesitate to shove this marker up your ass!" screamed Camo. George pouted and made a wry face as he stuck another poster on their local coffee shop's rustic walls. After a good three seconds, his face lit up and he ran towards Camo.
"I LOVE YOU BABY, AND IF IT'S QUITE ALRIGHT I NEED YOU BABY, TO WARM THE LONELY NIGHT!"
"Argh! George! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU SOUND SO BAD!" Camo was fuming. Giselle silently walked behind them, giggling to herself at the sight in front of her whilst scanning the street to see any space available on the walls where she could hang her poster.
The sun had started to rise, peaking through the buildings and emitting its rays. They had stuck approximately 57 posters all around the neighborhood. Red and Benny were trailing somewhere behind her, occasionally snickering in between themselves.
Holding her wrist out in front of her, she read the time. 6:30 - it read. Stopping in her tracks, she furrowed her eyebrows. "Hey you guys," Giselle called out. George looked up at her, his hand behind Camo's head, ready to hit him. Camo whizzed around to face Giselle, causing George's hand to come in contact with Camo's face. Red and Benny looked up towards her too, waiting for her to speak. "I don't know about you guys but I'm starving, do any of you wanna get some Mcdonalds?" She inquired. Almost immediately, she was met with multiple nods.
"Thought you'd never ask" stated Red, flashing her a small smile.
"Well, let's get going then," she said. Everyone started walking a little faster, and feeling a lot more warmer as the sun rays hit their faces. As they approached the end of the street, Giselle turned around to have one last look at her masterpiece, before the collar of her shit was yanked on by George.
