His Fake Fiancee

Chapter 1

"Morning mom." I beamed bouncing into the living room.

"Hey Julia. Someone's happy today huh?" she teased. I shrugged grabbing a triangle of a sandwich off a small plate. "Julia!" my mom whined. "That was for Danielle! Now she's gonna have a fit!" my mom said panicking.

"Oh calm down mom! I'm taking the little turd shopping today anyways." I said chuckling at my moms wide eyes.

"Okay then. Thanks Jules." she said smiling and skipping up the stairs to give Danielle her food. I smirked rolling my eyes before plopping down onto the couch and turning it on.

'Aiden Michaels is a snobby arrogant brat? I think not! He is freaking amazing! He's done so much to this country. Well his dad has!' the lady replied her yells toward the news reporter.

'Huh that's interesting. Some people say Aiden will be in Colorado for a few days. Who knows? You might just run into him.' I shut off the tv already bored. I hate Aiden. That self-centered arrogant bastard. I thought.

"Julia are we going shopping or not?" Danielle whined.

"If you whine we aren't." I warned. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.

"Bye girls!" my mom yelled.

"Bye mom!" me and Danielle yelled back. I opened the door and walked out to the car. Danielle climbed into the passenger seat and I climbed into the drivers seat.

I pulled out of the driveway and drove down the road.

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I pulled into the mall parking lot and we climbed out. "Okay. We're only buying a few outfits. Not alot okay?" I said strictly.

"Yes mother." Danielle said sticking her tongue out.

"Whatever." I said and we walked into the huge mall. We walked down the huge halls of the mall and into one of the girls stores. Since Danielle was 12. We're 7 years apart. Yes. I'm 19. We both have dark brown hair. I have blue eyes. She has brown. I sighed playing with the hem of my shirt as we walked through lots of pink clothing. Oh gosh. Please help me.

She finally picked out a few colored skinny jeans and some shirts. I sighed in happiness when she was finished.

"Can we buy lunch please Julia?" she said pulling the innocent face.

"Fine." I said sighing.

"Yes! Thanks Bubbles!" she squealed. Yes. She calls me Bubbles. I will admit. It kind of suits me don't yah think?

We walked into the nearest bakery and bought some pizza rolls and drinks. Good enough for a stroll through the mall. We sat down and munched on our food when mom called.

"Hey Julia! You girls good?" my mom beamed. Yeah, she's a weird parent but we love her bubbly personality.

"Yeah mom! Were awesome. We'll be home in about forty five minutes." I said and I looked at some teenage boy at the counter. I smirked.

"Okay bye!" she said and hung up.

"You like him don't ya?" I said in my 'Oooh-girl' voice.

"W-what? No! Why would I-, okay maybe a little." she said blushing.

"Go get his number!" I said grinning.

"N-no. II'm 12 he's what- 15?" she stuttered making me chuckle.

"That's not how you feel about what 19 year old 20 year old Zayn Malik!" I teased making her glare at me.

"No. Can we just go home?" she groaned.

"Can we check out guys on the way back?" I asked laughing.

"Sure." she giggled. I laughed and we walked out of the mall.