Hard To Get

Chapter 12 - Luke Harris

It was the first week of the month. Which means I need to go grocery shopping.

Hurrah.

I wore the rolling stones tee that Larissa gave me, leggings that went down to my ankle and a black sneaker wedge. These kind of clothes make me comfortable at all times. And I almost didn't care if people judge the clothes I was wearing. As long as I have comfortable clothes on, I love it.

I strolled down different sections and picked out things on my list. Then when I got to the dairy section, a couple of teens holding a basket on each hand with sweets and chips like they were having a slumber party, whispering at each other while looking at me. Fine, judge all you can, I don't care. As I got to the section where the milk was, closer to where the teens were, their faces had toothy grin on it. Then I just smiled at them, which made them squeal. What the hell? I was choosing milk, according to the expiration dates and heard one of the teens said, "She's wearing the same shirt!" Then I heard an iPhone took a picture. The phone was directed on me then I looked at them then said, "Hey is that-"

"Oh my god, you are actually talking to us." One of the teens said, with long straight blonde hair and very pale skin, but very beautiful said.

"Of course, I will you just-"

"Will you sign us your autograph?" Her friend said, this one had very light brown hair and curled. She had a waterall braid on her hair which was perfectly done. But wait, autograph? Who am I? Then this blonde girl showed me a copy of the teen vogue magazine with me on the cover, wearing the poofy tulle dress Larissa made me wear. I was sitted on a very low bench, making the tulle dress poof by my legs, and a black raven was sitted by my shoulders. It looked really awesome that they can edit such an awesome picture. It made it look like that I was really in a place filled with feathers falling down from the sky and ravens flying around you when a background is all what it needs. They handed me the magazine and a purple sharpie.

"You look so pretty here, even in person." The blonde girl said. Then I signed the magazines one by one.

"Thank you so much. I appreciate it." I placed little hearts beside my name, then I looked at them. They looked really happy. It is so over whelming being at this position. I started to feel like hanging out with them. "How old are you guys?" I asked. Then handed them their magazines.

"Both of us are fifteen, how old are you, Mianelle?" The blonde said.

"I'm seventeen, please call me Mia." I said. Then they took pictures with me and walked away with huge grins at their faces. It was sad to see them walk away, I wanted to be friends and hang with them more.

"Hey guys!" I yelled at them, making them stop from their tracks and run back to me. Their eyes filled with joy and I can see they were enjoying this, I was as well. "You wanna hang out with me?" I asked them, then their faces turned down. Maybe they didn't want to, I guess I was feeling this way too much.

"Are you serious?!" The girl with the light brown hair said.

"Well if you don't want to, I shall just-"

"WHO THE HELL DOESN'T WANT TO HANG OUT WITH YOU? COME ON!" The blonde said. My face lit up, and hers was extreme happiness. It made me smile so much that these girls were crazy. "I need to know your names first." I said.

"I'm Lily Harris." The blonde girl said.

"I'm Carrie Briel." The girl with the light brown hair said.

"Well, Lily and Carrie. Let's hang!" I said then we strolled to different sections. I was also surprised that a lot of teens we bump into actually knows who I am already. Woah, I guess celebrity rumors really spread that fast. We laughed and laughed at what they were fooling around with. Until the two of them stopped, then I was just laughing there. I looked at them, they looked frozen meat. Lily swallowed, and I can see the nervousness on her eyes.