Charlotte slowly turned to face me. Her eyebrows were scrunched and her mouth was slightly open – this was what you called the "what the fuck" face and I ask myself the same thing. WHAT THE FUCK? Did I just try to start a conversation with One Direction? This shows how a desperate bitch I’ve become. Shame on you, Crawford.
“Uh- you mean from One Direction?” she asked.
God, this is so embarrassing.
I nodded in response.
“Yeah, I actually don’t er- like them.” she stated as she tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear.
Whoa, did I just seriously hear her say she doesn’t like One Direction? But isn’t what girls like? Hot dudes with fancy accents? (These are purely “facts about girls” from Lily)
“So, you don’t like their fancy butler accents?” I asked, bemused.
She narrowed her eyes at me and slowly replied, “N-no, I guess not…”
“You’re weird for a girl” I stated. I still can’t get over how she doesn’t like One Direction- I mean I’m not a fan like Ethan secretly is, Wait- HAHAHAHAHAHA. I’ve never heard anything so…gay. There’s nothing wrong with being gay. But Ethan liking One Direction? There’s definitely something wrong in that, but it’s just that I thought fangirling was something a modern teenage girl enjoyed doing or counted as their “hobby”.It turns out that I stand corrected.
She threw me a hard look, hearing my comment.
“Oh! So just because I don’t scream over Justin Bieber or One Direction’s butt means I’m weird?” her voice (for the first time) raised a few tones higher. Just a little bit.
“Whoa- Nobody said anything about the Biebs but- yeah”
SMACK!
“Holy fuck shit!” I shouted, rubbing my left arm. She just hit me with her book! A book! She hit me with Perks of Being a Wallflower! Whoa- she actually did something that seems out of her box- this has got to show something. Maybe this is her way of warming up to me!
I looked up to her and see that her eyes were fixed on my face and she wasn’t exactly showing the happiest face.
My earlier thought flew out the window as I thought, or not…
“I happen to like bands like A Rocket to the Moon, The Maine, The Script and the Jonas Brothers-“
Well, if I didn't get the One Direction part correct, atleast I got the fangirling part right.
“The fuck? The Jonas Brothers? I liked the first three but definitely not the last” I gagged at the thought of the Jonas Brothers. The Maine and A Rocket to the Moon were friggin’ awesome. Under-rated but it was always the under-rated ones that deserved more recognition but the Jonas Brothers? They were like One Direction but only in the 2008’s.
“I’d rather listen to Zayn’s pitchy high notes than the…Jonas Brothers” I shuddered.
“And you call me weird?” she points to herself; her expression well was…astounded.
“What about you!? Normal teenage boys don’t really mention One Direction” she pointed out.
Well, it surely is nice knowing she’s not all shy and timid like I thought she was.
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The Prom Date
Teen FictionElliot Chase Crawford believes he has found "The One"; Isabelle Grace Collins. She's your regular popular, beautiful & happy-go-lucky girl. With their JS Prom around the corner, he decides it's time to man up and ask her out. If only it was that ea...
