The Golden Fake Couple

Chapter Eleven: shake your groove thing

I slip my shoes on and examine myself in the full-length mirror on my bathroom door. As I expected, the top fits perfectly and it looks amazing with the shorts. I look like the type of girl he would be with. And that makes me happy. It makes me annoyed that the only thing separating these worlds in high school are our appearances and who we surround ourselves with; with a new look, I fit right into the Populars.

My hair is in big loose curls, I have a soft pink theme of makeup that covers the blemishes and scars but I'm not caked. I have a matte pink lipstick on and a nude eyeshadow look with a really great mascara. I put on a flash tattoo on my bicep to finish the festival vibe I have going on. I smile at myself and walk out into my room. Connor has changed his top into a fitted White Tshirt with three buttons at the top. Two of which are undone. He has on his dark skinny jeans and worn, old style vans and his hair has been brushed but still managed to stay in a sexy ruffled style. He finished smoothing out his shirt and turns to face me, freezing when his gaze reaches mine.

He shamelessly checks me out, his eyes widening and I lean back on the wall smirking.

"Done yet, perv?"

He snaps out of it and seems to realize what just happened as he looks down and runs a hand through his hair, his ears turning pink. PINK.

I MADE HIM BLUSH.

My smirk turns to a smile as I push off the wall and head over to the mirror he's looking in on my wardrobe door, stepping in front of him and pretending to flick my hair around and pose, blocking any of his hope to keep grooming himself.

He just freezes. Dropping his hands to his side and giving me an ''are you serious?' look. He tries to bump me out of the way but I manage to duck his arms all the while keeping a seemingly oblivious manner to the greater situation, still pretending to tweak my outfit. It's when he lets out an exhale/grunt of frustration that I can't keep a straight face anymore and I smile widely knowing my job is done. He grabs me from behind and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my to his body and before I can even react it's done. I stop still and stare at our reflection in the mirror, tilting my head at the photogenic appearance that our position holds.

"Well don't we just look like a trending 'relationship goals' post?" Connor says, smirking slightly as he voices my thoughts. I let out a light laugh and reply;

"And you'd know, through all your fangirling I bet" I wink at his reflection.

"Mmmm you know it" he winks back and pulls out his phone, opening snapchat. Thinking this moment was over and now he's back on that damned phone, I go to grab my purse from the table and out of his grasp.

Only to be pulled back into the same position by his tree trunk arms.

"Hold on," he says and opens the camera option in snapchat. I immediately catch on to what he was doing and let out an 'oooohhh' or realization.

"Well, I suppose we better act cute then" I shrug and tilt my head to look up at Connor, pulling my goofiest, (what I hope is) love struck smile up at him and just before he presses the shutter button I bring my lips to his jaw and close my eyes. Connor tenses beneath me but doesn't move or say anything, instead, he pulls me tighter to him with the arm still firmly around my waist, the other holding his phone. The shutter sound plays and the photo is taken, but neither of us moves. I break off my kiss but my head is till in the crook of his neck. After what seems like forever ( but was only like 10 seconds) I force myself to move my head to look at the photo. It is the cutest fricken thing ever. In a flash Connor adds a sticker of the red heart emoji just under where his arm presses me against him; then adds it to his Story, but not before saving it I noticed. A small smile made its way into my face then. As I pull out my own phone, realizing we haven't moved from the rather intimate position.