Chapter 2 Ducky Bestie

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Louis Pov

"Dude, do I look like a douche," I ask my brother before leaving to Jasmine's house. "Of course you look like a douche!"he says back cracking up. "Shut up asshole!" I yell back. "What! It's the truth dammm,"he says in a stupid accent.

I hate him. He always gets all the attention because supposedly he is the good boy of the family. Then people have the nerve to be asking why we are always fight. Because he decides to be an asshole.

Anyways, today I'm finally gonna go see Jasmine. I've been kind of ignoring her for the past month. Well not really ignoring her. It's just that my girlfriend and her don't get along so because of that, my girlfriend is always calling me and I also have a job now which is why I haven't had time for her. She keeps saying its alright, but I feel bad. Like what kind of best friend would not talk to their bestfriend for a whole month. This is why I am really trying to impress her today. I have planned out the whole day. We will first go eat at IHop. Then we will go to the movies. Finally in the afternoon to a board walk next to the ocean.

As I get in the car I look at myself in the mirror and realize I really do look like a douche. Then again I always look like this. Finally, I start up the car and start my way to Jasmine's house.

Jasmine's Pov

Okay soooo, perfect straighten hair,check. Perfect eyebrows done, check. Perfect velvet lips stick, check. Perfect mascara, check. Now all I have to do is change. I can't wait to eat with him. I might be a little mad at him but come on, how can you turn down food,food! It's impossible I tell you. Also I still have a small crush on him. His funny stupid jokes,the way his hair is always done the same crazy fluffy way, even his-nock nock. "Fuck!" I yell "He's here and I still have my freaking duck pj's on. I can't leave him standing out there though. Oh well it looks like I am going to have to suck it up and walk out looking like a duck.

As I open the door he begins to laugh. "Hi ducky bestie!" he yells bursting out in laughter. I roll my eyes and slam the door in his face. "I was playing, let me in," he pleads. "No! You were mean to me now you stay outside until I finish getting ready!" I yell back at his idiot self. "I was playing please let me in!" he pleads again. "Fine! Don't make fun of me though."I tell him as he walks in "Sit on the couch while I go change."

I run to my room and change into my high top jeans and put on my red top which is open on the shoulders. I then put on my vans and run down stairs into the living room. "How do I look!" I yell practically in his ear. He then stares at me for what seems like forever. "Hello?!" I yell "Is anyone in there. "What?" he asks in a stupid way. "How do I look?" I ask again. "Y-You look beauti-nice. You look nice." he says. Thats good right he thinks I look nice. "Let's go!" he says.

As we get in the car I begin to stare at his gray eyes and black fluffy hair put to the right of his head. With his perfect tanned skin and flawless- "Why are you staring at me?" he asks with a weirded out face. Fuck, I creeped him out. "Ummmm, because you have a hair sticking out?" I finally answer in a stupid way. Well there goes my happy ending with him. He begins to laugh and ignores what I had said.

When we finally get to IHop he looks at me with a satisfied expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask with a giggle. "It's just that, I see you with a beautiful smile on your face and I'm glad for that. Mainly because I felt really bad about not talking to you for a while," he says with sadness in his eyes. He shouldn't even worry about that. Like I said before it's impossible for me to be mad at him.Just as I was about to answer him, the sky began to get really dark. When I turned to look at Louis I realise he was staring at something in awe. I then turned my head the way he was staring and my expression became the same as his. All the color on my face got sucked out of me and I became as pale as a white sheet of paper.

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