I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Seventeen: Fake Dating? Oh Heck No!

-- Violet POV --

Simon shoved all of us into a soundproof room. I think I know what's coming. After I take a quick look around, it sets in that everyone swears Simon will beat the heck out of us with a belt. Then again, we're minors, and technically he can't beat us with anything but his hands. "You know why you're here." Simon growls. A satanic smile spreads itself across my face. I begin to sing 'Welcome to the Black Parade' by My Chemical Romance.

"When I was a young boy," I begin. Jessica and the others are facepalming, and the boys are just plain confused. "You're not a boy." Was Simon's response. "My father took me into the city," "You're not a boy, and you have no father." I hear small exclaims, but I keep going, despite Simon's cutting remark. "To see a marching band." Simon upright slaps me across the face. Hard, but not as hard as my mother used to do. Before she died in jail.

"THIS IS NO TIME TO SING YOUR DUMB S--T!" He screams, slapping me again. The girls gasp, they know I hate swearing. Before I know what I'm doing, I tackle Simon, which is no easy task. Eventually, the boys wrestle me off, and security-who Simon called in when I didn't notice-ties my hands together. And since my crutches are forearm crutches, I couldn't walk. Simon had a smug look on his face. I wanted to slap it off, as he had done the same to me, but I was restrained.

"Since you girls seem to think you're better, we have to do something. The media doesn't know you people are dating. You four are pretty enough, yes, but you're not famous. The boys CANNOT date people who aren't famous." Simon pauses to take a breath. Wait a moment. Did Simon call me ugly? I take a mental note to scream until my throat is raw. The boys have faces of pure shock. "I am making the boys fake date." He pauses for effect, and Niall looks like he's about to punch something.

"Um, Mr. Cowell? It's me." Says a young girl as she knock on the soundproof room's door. The door opens and a girl walks in. She has blond hair, blue eyes, and is wearing a knitted navy blue cardigan with a navy blue skirt and a white shirt. She's really pretty, yes, but there"s no way she's fake dating one of the guys. She seems like more of a farm girl who isn't famous, because I've never heard of her.

"Hi, I'm Peony Dreemurr. This is my friend, Julilly. Julilly, say hello." The smaller girl behind her says a word in what seems like gibberish. "Can she even speak English?" Asks Harry. "Um... In short, no. We're working on it." "Okay, cut the chase and get to the point, girl." Simon says. "We're here for the wardrobe committee, or whatever it's called." "Lou is to the left. Woman with the toddler." "Thanks!" Peony and Julilly walk out, closing the door gently behind them.

"Anyway, I may or may not make you fake date. I have now decided to give you two options, boys. Either the girls become famous somehow or you fake date." The boys all jump up and shout "Famous!"

Well, fudge. Now we're going to be famous.

A/N: Hey y'all, comment and tell me what their professions should be! Thanks so much for the 100 reads! I never thought I would ever get ten, let alone 100!

Stay peachy keen, jellybeans

Anna