(Briar's POV)
"I just want to know what the person I kissed looks like." I argued.
"I don't take good pictures."
"DJ, I'm not superficial. I just want to be able to see your face when I think about you." I wasn't completely lying.
DJ sighed,"okay...but only if you send me a picture of yourself first."
I was giddy with anticipation,"Alright, deal! I'll get off of the phone so I can send you a pic."
"I'll be waiting..." He said seductively.
I quickly hung up the phone and searched the pictures on it. I had a lot of pictures of me, Ella, and Khymie but, if I sent one of all three of us he might think I'm one of the prettier girls. I didn't think I was pretty at all compared to Ella and Khy. Finally, I came across a picture of me that would make DJ's jaw hit the floor. It was a picture I had been dared to take one night when Ella did my make-up and made me wear some of her more revealing club clothes. She called it my cellphone photo shoot.
I inhaled deep, closed my eyes, and quickly hit the send button. I waited in anticipation for a reply. I stared at my cell for what seemed like forever and hadn't received a reply. Maybe he thought I was ugly and was scrubbing his mouth out with a bleach and anti-bacterial soap solution. I sighed heavily and placed my phone on the table. (picture of Briar to the right.)
I had went to the bathroom, fixed myself some food, and cleaned up after myself before I checked my cell, which would have went off if I received a call or a text. Maybe I didn't hear my cell ring. Needless to say, I had no new messages and no new calls. Did he really think I was ugly?
I grabbed the compact mirror from my bag and studied my facial features. It was hard to look past the huge amount of bruising on the left side of my face but, I managed to focus on the right side. My face was clear of any blemishes and was perfectly balanced, not too oily and not too dry. My hair was thick, long, and healthy, it was the center of envy at the hair salon. I could be prettier. I personally didn't think I was pretty at all.
"Hello, Beautiful!" Khymie chimed as she closed the front door.
I was so submerged in finding all my physical flaws I hadn't noticed her come through the door.
"Hey!" I squealed, practically leaping across the room just to hug her.
"Nice to see you too." She laughed, hugging me back.
Khymie was what most people considered a natural beauty. She rarely wore make up and when she did it was just a touch of mascara and eye liner. She had long wavy brown hair with blond dip dyed ends, hazel eyes, a belly piercing, and a single tattoo on her wrist that read Live Life in the most beautiful cursive writing. She was a new age hipster. She was wearing low-rise cut off Jean shorts that looked like they belonged in the 70's, a long sleeved, baggy reddish orange shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and aviator sunglasses perched on the top of her head. She was unique.
"How was the mini vay-cay?" I asked wanting to hear about the California night life.
"It was interesting...very interesting but, I want to know more about this DJ guy Ella has told me about." She smiled.
"Well," I sighed, "He was in a car accident with his brother... not a bad one but, bad enough that they had to leave the car where it was and seek shelter from the rain." I didn't feel like telling her about DJ. He was probably having his phone number changed so he wouldn't have to hear from me ever again.
"And you don't know what either of them look like?" She questioned.
"Well, I would if he would ever text me back.. I sent him this picture..." I flipped open my cell and showed her the seductive looking picture of me.
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By Candlelight ( a 1D FanFic)
FanfictionI looked over to my newly acquired husband who was already looking at me. There I was, getting lost in his eyes as we sat in a horse drawn chariot, perfectly decorated for our special day. All the questions from the paparazzi and camera flashes seem...
