Not Your Fangirl

4- Ten Idiotas

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Chpt4: Ten Idiotas

"For the last billionth time, I don't even have twitter. " I exasperated, while clutching to my bags. "Second, if I had, I would've followed Donald Trump on Twitter first, than tweet about them. I'm innocent as a baby."

"I am really going to miss you even though you annoy the heck out of me sometimes hoe." Brook says hugging me, wiping away a fake tear. Also ignoring my whole mini-speech altogether.

Rolling my eyes, I pat her back,"Is not like I'm going to stay at Los Angeles forever."

"So not fair, you're going to practically live with them for a week!" Sunny whined, after Brook let go of our hug. "How are your parents even letting you go?"

"They surprisingly were happy to know that I had 'friends'," just let me add the air quotes,"from other states that I can visit. Seriously, they could be pulling a prank on me and leave me planted. And my parents would still be okay with it. " I'm not even exaggerating, my parents were. . . weird.

"Make sure to send us pictures and videos of them through Snapchat," Victoria whisper-shouted excitedly, holding the urge into squealing. I eyed her weirdly.

"Whatever stalker."

Placing my phone in my back pocket, and taking hold of my luggage, plus the airplane ticket them rich kids bought me- I bid my friends adiós, walking inside the airport. Already dreading what's soon to come.

"Bye Marley!" They all said in unison.

"Bye crazy people I don't even know." I joke, ignoring the intense glares from strangers.

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Getting out of the airplane, I quickly dump all my belongings on the floor- ignoring the incredulous stares from people- and stretch like a mad person. That may or may not make me look like I'm doing some kind of yoga pose. Cracking my knuckles and neck, I let out a satisfied sigh.

"As I said before, weirdo." A familiar voice says beside me. Turning to it, I noticed that Its Grayson with shades and a black hoodie on.

"You sure look like a serial killer." I comment, biting my lip trying to hold my laughter back. With his shades on and all I could still see him rolling his eyes at me.

"It's called disguise, the others would look like this too-"

"Hey Marley!" Ethan enthusiastically says, waving at me then picking up my luggage that I had dumped. Him looking normal as ever, with a blue tank top on and a pit of khakis.

Nice taste in style, I see.

"I thought that we agreed unto wearing this stuff." Grayson whisper-shouts to his brother.

An arm got slung on my arm causally. I look up to see that is Nash Ville. At the thought of his nickname in my head, I snorted. Man, I can be funny.

Not commenting on my behavior, he gave me a cheeky smile.

"What's up Marley?"

I shrug off his shoulder.

"You." I said dryly.

Literally everyone is dressed normal- well, except Grayson.

"No one ever listens to me!" He whines like a little kid. The others -which I'm too lazy to name- came running towards us, ignoring the gasps from other girls and the flashing of some pictures.

I scoff at them.

You girls could do so much better. Example: Zac Efron, Tom Holland, Cole Sprouse- etcetera.

The one I recognize as Cameron comes over me with a goofy smile, placing his iPhone in front of me, "Come on May-May, let's take a-"

"Hey, that's my nickname for her!" Matt butted in, with his lips pouted. Resembling a grumpy five year old.

"But I just called her that, so ha!" Cameron stuck his tongue out at him.

As soon as I saw the signs of a soon-to-be-brawl I stepped in between them, placing a hand on both of their chests.

"The name's Marley, not May-May. M-A-R-L-E-Y." I decipher to them, like an elementary teacher. You'll think they'll listen to me at least. But what do I get in return? Ignored.

"Dibs! I call dibs on calling her that." Matt declares, trying to step forward but my hand stopping me. Damn, I'm not even that short and I feel over towered with these two.

"Oh yeah, dibs? Really, man? We're not kids anymore." Cameron retorted back, before cringing at his own shitty comeback. Even I cringed.

I got pulled back, with someone tugging at my shirt. "What the-?"

"Watch this," Hayes says with a smirk. Before shouting, "Group selfie!" Immediately then the arguing between the two guys was ceased.

"Huh." I said impressed, under my breath.

Cameron quickly runs to my side whilst taking out his latest iPhone, as everyone gathers around me; Cameron that's holding the phone was doing a double chin, Aaron had a duckface, Ethan Dolan had a smile winking at the camera, Grayson covering his entire face with his hood (only showing his nose), Matt is making this ugly funny faces in which I try to hold in my laughter, both Jacks sporting big boyish grin, Hayes sticking his tongue out, Shawn was smiling a dimple smile, and Nash Ville quickly gave me a peck on the cheek, and you could see me with a disgusted look on my face.

"Ew, germs. Germs. Germs. " I tried to wiped the saliva on my cheek, but I still felt it.

Germaphobe, right here.

"Well that one is a keeper," Cameron chuckles as he looked down at the picture on his phone, before adding,"posting on Instagram saying,'Well Marley SURE loves us'." He quickly types in-

"Wait, do you have ig?" Cameron stops his typing, to ask me that. At his question everybody stopped what were they doing, to wait for my answer.

I scoffed,"Of course I do. Is the 21st century, what kind of person doesn't have instagram?"

Jack Gilinsky opened his mouth,"What's your user-?"

"Aha," I tooted with a smirk,"No way, I'm going to give you my username. "

"So you're not like most girls." Grayson observed, not sure if he said like in a statement or question.

Giving him a wicked smile, "And you know it," with a wink, baffling him and the others. I took that as my chance to walk away towards the exit.

"Um Marley, the exits the other way!" Matt shouts, while the others try not to laugh at my situation.

Turning crimson in embarrassment, I turn on my heels,"I knew that!"

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so stranger things, huh?
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