Another (luke friend fanfiction)

Chapter 1

'Jess!'

'What?!'

'Come and watch Xfactor with me, I'm sure I recognise one of the boys that bugged you for a while in year 7'

'What?!' Okay I'm coming'

See I'm one of those girls that doesn't follow the crowd and watch these so called 'talent' programmes, my mum thinks she is so cool watching these programmes, she is the most amazing, coolest care free person you will ever meet... *note the sarcasm*. Although she has taken me on some pretty cool trips. However she is more like an annoying little shit going on at you all the time.
*respect Jessica, respect* blah blah.

I prefer to lie on my bed or in, as in Bloody England where I live it seems to be cold all the time; mostly dreaming, eating, and searching the internet, looking at beautiful girls modelling for companies such as 'vogue' or 'Victoria Secret' the kind a pop star would always go for. Yes they've got perfect bodies, hair, skin but nope that's not me, Owell.

I am the normal British girl with dark brown shoulder length hair, a few wonky curves on my body and no talent... Hmmm nope not talent.

Tweeting maybe nuhhh doesn't count.

I have big plans for my future but I can never come to studying, Im probably to ambitious for my own good, which is probably one of the only things I like about myself.

Here I am sat in my room not doing anything relevant. Yes I've got mountains of homework to do but that can wait.

All the so called 'it' girls spend their Saturday nights clubbing with the year above; getting drunk, having sex and yeah I'm not going to say anymore, it's probably best. And here I am in bed as usual. I prefer it this way. Why bother getting all done up and coming home with your hair all messy because you've had a boy roughly kiss you or something. Right okay I don't know much about boys and nights out because obviously I wouldn't. Although there was this one boy... He was annoying, more than annoying.

Anyway I better go and see what my mum wants to show me, I really need to show her how to use that remote.

It's not that hard there's a play button a pause button, a rewind button and a fast forward button. It's not like it's as hard as a bloody maths equation in one of those long maths lessons I have at school.

'Jessica, come and show me how to rewind this for you so you can have a look!'

'Coming mother!'

'Respect' she shouts back.

'Geez what can be so important about this boy singing with a crappy little guitar on the tv screen' I mutter under my breath.

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