Friend Zoning Austin Mahone

Chapter 7

Okay, I'm just gonna say say something. My PM's aren't sending, so if you have a question, comment it . [Lots of dialogue in this chapter.]

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-Amelia-

Alex, your the only person in this room who's not in sweats. Change." I instructed to the brunette.

"Why should I? Austin isn't wearing sweats." He said, pointing at his best friend.

Austin glanced up from his phone. "I'm wearing joggers. They're basically the same thing."

I stuck out my tongue at Alex.

"Sweats have no swag, and I'm wearing them." Zach inputted, as Robert nodded along.

"Swag means 'secretly we are gay." I smirked. "So Zachary... When are you gonna come out of the closet?"

Alex and Austin promptly burst out laughing, whilst Robert tried not to laugh.

He soon failed.

"You are so infuriating, I can't stand you." Zach said, throwing a pillow at me.

I caught it before it could hit me. "You know you love me-"

"No I don't." Zach argued.

"You know you care-"

"I couldn't honestly care about you less." He stated.

I laughed. "Oh Zachary, stop lying to yourself. Your affection for me shines bright like a diamond."

"Diamonds don't shine, they reflect, you idiot." Zach scoffed.

What? Oh my gosh.. My whole life has been a lie..

"Hold up. Rihanna lied to me?" I inquired.

"Basically." Robert answered. "For someone who's so smart, you sure are dumb."

"Shut up, Rob."

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I grabbed a bottled water out of the refrigerator, then made my way up to my room.

I tossed the bottle to Zach, who was lying on my bed.

"Okay. I got your stupid water. Now help me out!" I stated, resting my hands on my hips.

"Fine." Zach groaned, getting his lazy, white ass up off my bed. He opened my closet. "Holy shut, you have a lot of clothes. How am I expected to find anything in here?"

"Look." I simply answered. Zach moaned then walked into my closet.

Yeah, I have a walk in closet.

Don't judge me.

A text bleeped onto my phone.

Da Dorsey Dildo: I'm so confused.. You don't leave your house.. yet you have so much clothes.. Explanation please?

I thought for a moment, then replied:

- Cos amma boss ass bitch *flips non existent weave*

"Really, Amelia? Really?" Zach yelled from deep inside the jungle of my closet.

He soon returned with black sweats, and a black and white polka dot corset crop top, and studded short shorts.

"You expect me to wear that? Zach, that is the-"

"Girliest, most feminine outfit ever." He incorrectly completed my sentence. "Is it so bad to actually dress and look like a female?"

I don't reply. Total waste of time arguing with Zach. He's more stubborn and determined than me, so I won't even bother.

He scanned my shoe rack then grabbed a pair of black and white Nike high-tops.

"Perfect." He smiled.

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"Nuh-uh. You are not getting this ball from me." I side stepped Hunter, dribbling the orange basketball downcourt.

"Sure 'bout that?" Hunter inquired, running up behind me, then stealing the basketball.

"Shit." I murmured under my breath.

He easily tossed the ball into the rim, whilst smirking in my direction.

"Hate you." I yelled at him.

"Bitch please, talk to my weave." Hunter yelled back.

I gasped, then burst into laughter. "Hunter Greens, you are so gay and ratchet."

"It's in my blood." He chuckled, tossing me the ball. He ran his hand through his hair, stopping midcourt.

God damn, his hair is so perfect, I could literally run my hand through it til thy kingdom come, it's just so pretty, and curly, I can't even-

Hunter's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I didn't catch what he had said. "Repeat that."

"I said 'A friend of yours can't seem to stand me."

"Which friend?" I inquired.

I kinda had an idea as to who.

"I think we both know who I'm talking about."

"Let me guess. The Mahone one?"

Hunter nodded. "Bingo. But I don't get it. What have I done to him?"

I shrugged. I've wondered that myself. Austin isn't the type of person who just dislikes a person, he has to have an exact reason. But what is his reason? "I have no idea."

"Maybe it's because he doesn't like the fact that I mess around with his belongings."

"What belongs to him?" I inquired.

Hunter chuckled lightly. "You."

I was so taken back by this statement, I momentarily couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry, what? When did I start belonging to him?"

"Either your pretending to not notice, or your really slow. But Austin likes you, and that shit is obvious."

"What? No he doesn't." I protested.

This is pure bullcrap.

"Open your eyes, Amelia." Hunter instructed. "He likes you."

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Hellllerrr !

This chapter was really lengthy wow.

So, I have an embarrassing story to share.

Earlier, I notice that alot of Mahomies were tweeting :

#AustinMahoneForAMABestNewArtist

I started tweeting as well. Turns out, IT WAS A DAMN LIE THAT NIGGA AINT EVEN NOMINATED I WANT TO SMACK SOMEONE OMFG.

I did the following after finding out:

•Deleted my twitter

•Changed name to Raqesha Fonesha Shabalama Quitez

•Dyed my hair

•Burned my laptop

•Moved to a different country

•Started working at a flea market

•Became the biggest meth crack whore prostitute

Seriously. I did ALL the above.

Nae xx

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