(Y/n)'s POV:
What a beautiful Saturday morning!
The sky is bluer than normal, birds being harmonic and.. and..
Being someone who is not poetic I can not think of another thing.
Well, let me put it simply, today was one of the days where waking up feels like the most divine feeling ever.
Putting on clothes I usually wear when I'm going out, I breathe in the air of Saturday morning.
Walking down the road still not too far from my house, I thought again.
'Today is a wonderful day.'
That is, when someone covered my mouth with a bright (almost blinding) fabric in the shade of neon pink, tying my arms and forcefully pushed me into the again, bright, neon pink van.
'Well, remove that statement, I'm screwed.'
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I woke up and looked around the surroundings.
Guess I fell asleep on the irritating van.
I checked out everything around me and was surprised that I was in a make-up room.
EVERYTHING IS PINK!!
I'm a little creeped out because why would the abduct me and not tying me up if they know that I will wake up.
And, wait make up room??
I looked around the walls and stayed in my seat. But 3 neon blue colored letters are hanging on the wall.
HFG.
what was that?!
and why would they abduct me?? And why--
My train of thoughts are interrupted when the irritating super bright pink door opened revealing 3 beautiful ladies.
All of them are pretty but they are dressed in different theme.
Woah.
The first one to speak is a girl with teen-yish kind of fashion. Like what fashion trend today fits her perfectly, like I'm jealous. Her brown hair which is bleached at the end are neatly tied up in a high ponytail. Overall, she's beautiful.
"Hi, I'm Pamela Biebar! And it's nice to meet you. (C/N) has sent us to give you a makeover."
She smiled at me.
"He says he's sorry and that the dance will be held tonight."
What?!
YOU ARE READING
Crush x Reader
Random*uhuehuehue* This story probably contains randomness, idiotic schemes, awkward staring and situations, bestfriend's fangurling, and the oh so mighty adventures of (y/n) on pursuing and probably *coughcoughstalkingcoughcough* her crush, (c/n)..