Be More Realistic

Shopping & Cookies

Fun Fact #3 : I can sing and okay guitar pretty well. I also draw, write (Obviously), and organize obsessively.

I shot up in bed, looking around frantically. I just had the same dream as a couple of nights ago, with Liam and Harry. This is messing me up so much. I am literally so confused. I don't know what it means though, and I can't forget about the dream no matter how hard I try.

I look at the time and see its 6:47 AM. Ugh.

I grab my pillow and shove my face into it, trying to fall back asleep. No such luck. Groaning, I make my way to my bathroom and turn on my shower. I take off my pajama pants and tank top, and step into the shower, wincing at the hot temperature. After shaving all my parts (if you know what I mean ;)) and washing my hair, I get out and squeeze all the water out of my hair. Looking at the wet floor and dirty counters, I groan. I know I have to clean that later. Later. I brush out my hair, and look into the mirror. My damp hair is already curling up into its regular ringlets. I decide to French braid it and put on minimal makeup. I coverup my stupid blemishes, put foundation on, cover up my bags, add lip balm and water proof makeup. It's raining, so might as well be safe. Satisfied with my look, I wrap the towel on my not-so-perfect body and walk into my closet. I grab skinny jeans, undergarments and a shirt and put it on. I slip on my favourite Hollister sweatshirt too. After putting on my comfy socks, I put on my uggs. I take my purse and lock up my apartment. I make my way to my car and get going. Today is my day. I see its only 7:15. I put my car into drive and speed to the mall.

I park my car and walk inside. Luckily, this mall opens at 7:00 on Saturdays for some reason. Good for me. I walk to the food court and get a cappuccino with a doughnut from the cafe. I sit down and eat my unhealthy breakfast. The mall is practically empty right now, other then some teenage girls at a table farther away from me. I get up and walk around a bit, looking in some stores. I come across a Brandy Melville (I don't know if there are actually Brandy melvilles in London so...) and go inside.

After looking around for a bit, I make my way to the cashier, only to be stopped by the same group of teenage girls from the food court.

"Hi! Oh my gosh, your Amanda Seyfried! Oh my gosh oh my hog oh my gosh!" A girl with blonde hair squeals. She looks around 16.

"Hey there. I'm guessing your a directioner?" I question her.

"Yes! We are so devoted! It would be amazing if you gave me an autograph! By the way, I'm Chelsea."

"Sure! I will remember to tell the guys about you. So do you have a favourite?" I ask while scribbling my signature onto a notebook. I don't usually sign autographs so I just write my initials really fancy.

She nods excitedly. "I'm a major Harry girl. Lisa here," she points to a brunette girl with braces. "Is a big Niall girl. Tessa," she points to a light brown haired girl with huge brown eyes that was jumping up an down. "Loves Zayn a lot (hehe After) and ginger here is a goner for Liam. My other friends couldn't make it today but two are Liam girls."

I nod, impressed. What luck they have being in a group where you basically have one of the boys to yourself. I speak. "Well girls I better get going. Nice meeting you all.

Chelsea nods again and smiles widely. They all wave to me, and I get to the cashiers. It's a guy, strangely enough. I hand over my clothing pieces and he smirks.

"You come here often?" He asks me.

I roll my eyes. Player. "Actually yes."

"Cool. You want to grab lunch or something?"

I can practically see his huge ego.

"Not really. See I'm taken." I lie.

"Well it's not like he would find out." He winks.

"Actually he would, considering he's in a world famous boyband."

His face drops. He scowls. "Is he in that gay British boyband?"

"No he's not in The Wanted."

I grab my shopping bag and walk off smiling to myself.

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After getting home and putting away my new clothes, I grab my laptop. I catch up on some of my favourite YouTube stars recent videos (macbarbie07, Jenna Marbles, PrankVsPrank, Shane Dawson, Tyler Oakley) and check my social networking sites. I hear a knock on the door. I push my computer to the side and jog to the door looking through the peephole. Since I couldn't see anyone, I cautiously open the door. No one. Just as I'm about to close it I notice a basket on the ground. I look down the hallway and see no one. Huh.

Shutting the door, I put the basket on my kitchen counter. I take the note and look through the basket. Cookies. What the? I read the note to myself. It says,

"Dear Amanda,

You seriously think you can avoid me? Your so naive. I know your planning something against me, and whatever it is I'm prepared. No one will ever catch me. It was a pleasure seeing you for the third time. You never notice me but I'm always there.

Be careful who you trust, because you never know who will stab you right in the back.

You like cookies right? Be careful, some have cinnamon. I know your allergic.

Hugs and kisses, -J

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO"

What the actual heck? How do they know I'm planning something? How do they know I have allergies? Who is working against me? How do I not notice my stalker? Why is this happening to ME?

A/N

Ugh. J knows. So this chapter was pretty significant. Have of it a filler, half of it important.

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