Basketcase

The Substitute Found Out

Dedication to Dollychick99 .

The smile crept back on my lips, almost busting at the ends as Harry's head shook stiffly forward. I shifted my stared down to the obliviously talented girl, effortlessly sharing her charm with such stubbornness and dishonest denial.

"Ahem," a more famine voice interrupted, gathering my focus as I finally removed my stare from Ryan.

I softened my smile, consciously awaiting focus, finally revealing a dark brown wavy haired, heart shaped faced, five foot three, sized eight shoe, long legged girl standing ever so perfectly and pettily beside the other four rather dashing band members. My smile sank as I saw her overly proud expression of adorance, also expressed through her suggestively seductive attitude and body language. My hands settled at my sides, letting out a quiet sigh before weakly plastering a joyous smile.

"Hiya," she cheered with extreme excitement, waving her wrist frantically and exaggeratively.

"Hi," I replied calmly, keeping my smile in control.

"Hey," Ryan shrugged. Her smile never met me, focusing her concerns on Harry, but also, and Ryan also. My smile grew more honest watching her expression reveal her thoughts as her eyes lashes fluttered towards the two, more specifically Ryan.

"Hey Selena," Harry responded more calmly, lightening his grimacing tone, "these are Ryan and Marissa-"-he gestured to us both-"We met them here, and I'd say we are pals," he finished introducing. Ryan nodded and I waved; a lift of my are and an open and close of my fingers. Selena's our substitute, as Liam calls it, for me," Harry inquired rather annoyed, childishly mimicking Liam's voice in a more girlish tone of voice continuing.

"You know you can't go on stage with that bloody bruise on your face," Liam intercepted, "Make-up can't cover it and even if it did, you'd sweat it off!" he extended, slightly agitated himself.

"I know, I know," Harry surrendered, avoiding eye contact with his band member, and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"C'mon Harry," Lou encouraged, "Lets go get your face clean up again before the concert starts." Lou came over beside Harry, linking arms and pulling him off to the far side of the stage.

"What's with only the one mic?" Ryan asked innocently changing the subject.

Liam held the unnoticed microphone higher, "Oh this is a dud," he explained, "Here you can hold on to it if ya' want." She shrugged taking the microphone, staring at it intently, allowing herself to be lost in thought with the object. "Well, we gotta go to touch-up hair and make-up," Liam informed, saluting us before turning, "See you after the concert," he waved backwards.

"Sure," I acknowledged, smiling and waving slightly before clasping my hand into a fist.

The other boys followed going off where Lou and Harry left. Liam stopping before disappearing off stage, "We're on in ten!" he called, more specifically to Selena. I waved him off again, my smile playing honestly, and he waved back before leaving.

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"So what are you suppose to be?" she spat cocking her head to the right slightly.

I blinked plainly, coming into focus on the taller, black haired girl, "Who me?" I yawned, tightening my eyes and opening them, raising an eyebrow.

Her unclear vision softened towards me, shining a bright cheeky smile, "Oh no sweetie, not you," she perked, "I was talking to her," she pointed.

"Sweetie?" I questioned turning into her point as her finger flung past me and met up with Marissa's stiffened and unsatisfied glare. "Sweetie..." I repeated thoughtfully.