N O S T A L G I A is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed .
She was just another smart girl who was bullied and used by his friends but after she accepts his challenge he changes her world and good grew from an unexpected pl...
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Astin Berk
Brett Jameston
Bailey Berk
Victoria Adamson
*someone knocks on door thrice* I decide to put on lipstick but I opt for a more natural pink colour so I borrow mum's, Bailey only has bold colours. I put some on and slowly limp downstairs, my hip not fully healed after Monday. I open the door and there stands Brett with a pink bowtie and dark grey suit. "You're all dressed for the occasion." I state. He walks in and I shout to Bailey to hurry up. "You look...really pretty Astin." He looks at me from head to toe, examining my light blue, almost mint green-grey dress with roses at the neck line and my silver clutch and hills to match. "You're wearing lipstick and heels?" He asks rather than says. "Isn't it the attire to wear heels, for girls, if I could I'd go in sneackers, actually scratch that I wouldn't go at all." I say with a sigh and rolling my eyes in my head internally. Just then Bailey has her grand entrance walking down the stairs in her flattering copper dress with a square neckline, black sweatheart T underneath with hot pink lips and black killer heels and clutch to match. She stands next to me, and Brett looks at us, taken-a-back. "You girls look beautiful." He horse whistles. My heart rate goes up, his grey eyes are gleaming again and they stand out well against the pink. "Boys in pink are hot." Bailey says and goes over to him and kisses him. "Can we save all that for when we are slow dancing at the Valentine's Ball later?" I ask. "Mmmm sure good idea." Brett says breaking their kiss. "Wessss! If you dont come now we're gonna be late!" I holla to him. I hear a door shutting and then Wes sprints down the stairs in his vest and sweat pants. "In between the knee and the hip dress length?" He asks Bailey and I but mainly me. "Come let's go, I'd dread to be late." Bailey says grabbing both Wes and Brett's arm. Wes then shoots Brett an icy glare. "You better behave yourself Brett." Wes says pulling his face up at Brett. Wes unlocks the car and off we drive.
