The Perfect Disguise

Part Two

Lou's P.O.V.

"What the actual fuck are you looking at?" I asked Calum, raising my eyebrow on him.

He shook his head, smiling. "I just realized you were wearing a dress."

"Yeah," I laughed, kinda annoyed though. "Mom wanted me to be like Bianca and ditch the tees for a night. I'm not comfortable with this."

"You look amazing though," he said, blushing. And, before you can even conclude, no. Calum and I are just friends. We're close. Though, sometimes, I have to admit, I think I kinda like him more than that but I have to stop myself cause he's a friend of my brother...

He reminds me of my brother...

I pouted; "thanks, pal."

"There you are," mom exclaimed as soon as we entered the hall once again. Everyone's on their feet, socializing while others dance. "Where have you been?"

"Hi, Mrs.--," Luke started but was immediately stopped by Michael who elbowed him as my mom eyed them. Yeah, you can say that she doesn't really like them but sticks up with them knowing that I wouldn't hang out and go shopping with the friends of her choice whom Bianca goes out. And, to add, they're the only ones who can get me out of bed.

But, a little too much - that's why she doesn't totally approved of them!

"And we're leaving," Calum fake coughed, smiling at me as he pulled Michael and Luke. "Later, pal!"

"I told you to stop seeing them," mom hissed the moment they were out of eavesdrop, steering me to the other side of the hall. I glanced over at Calum, Michael and Luke as they sat on a nearby table, waving and smiling at me. "Especially that Asian one."

"Calum," I reminded her. "And he's not Asian. He's like half Scottish half Kiwi dude."

"Same," she spat. "He reminds of Dan."

"Same," I repeated, not intentionally teasing her but, I think, that's what she thought I was doing as she glared at me.

Her expression immediately changed as we approached the table where my dad and Bianca were talking to a couple. She smiled, pushing me gently in front. "This is my youngest daughter, Lou. Lou, these are the Irwins."

"They own 15% shares on our firm," Bianca said. "And they're Scott's parents!

"The footy player who is so down to earth like he's the only one who isn't a doorknob on the team?" I asked, taking a sit next to Mrs. Irwin. "No, offense, he's really nice."

"He's our adopted son," Mrs. Irwin said, laughing gently. "And I am proud to say that we made the right decision of adopting him. He is so nice and sweet."

"But isn't he like, mmm, courting you, Bianca?" I added, smirking. She giggled, blushing. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, in that case," Mrs. Irwin said happily, winking at me before she looked around. She raised her hand gracefully as she addressed someone. "Son! Come!"

Soon, a boy jogged his way towards us. Although he looks kinda annoyed, he gave us a little smile, showing off his deep - and I mean it - dimples. A bandana was on his head, giving his look a mix of punk elegant kinda thing. Or whatever you wanna call it. And damn, his eyes!

"This is my son," Mrs. Irwin started the moment he got to us, standing in between her and Mr. Irwin. I glanced at Bianca who was eyeing him interestedly from head to toe. "Ashton."

"Okay," he said slowly, uninterested. "And I got to go."

Mrs. Irwin laughed, stopping him as she held my hand and placed it with his, motioning for me to stand. "Don't be silly. Your friends can wait. Dance with Lou."

"Wait. What?" We said in unison.

He sighed. "Okay. Okay."

I caught Bianca rolling her eyes before we headed to the dance floor to join the others dancing on a slow song. I stood there, probably looking like an idiot, as he placed his hands on my sides, pulling me closer.

"Don't be such a freak," he hissed, glaring at me.

I looked at him, confused, as he shook his head. He reached for my hands, placing it on his shoulder before clasping my sides with his - and I am not kidding, this is not a drill, ladies and gents - large hands again. I think I may have blushed; "oh that!"

He shrugged, looking annoyed. "Act happy. I don't wanna get scold."