Fix You- A One Direction Fan Fiction

Elodie Lancastor

Howdy Hey y'all!!!! Zoie Belle here!

Ummmm I'm new to this whole thing.... I write stories for my friends a lot though... I'm trying with grammar... I'm American so yes, I do spell color as color not colour. Deal with it!

Chapter 1

Elodie's Point of View

Honestly, I'm different.

I'm short. Really, really short. I'm often mistaken for as much as 4 years younger than my actual age, which is, in February, 18.

I'm loud. Obnoxiously loud. I get told, more than once on some days, that I need to be quiet. It's been a problem since I was little. I claim I get it from my dad. He denies it.

I'm not exactly appealing. I have long dark brown hair (don't call it black!) that is mostly just thrown up into a bun on top of my head, and blue, almost grey, eyes that look black from far away. Personally, I think that my eyes are my best quality, but not the thing to have if you want to attract boys.

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Which is why I have never, ever, had a relationship. Not even the pathetic ones from grade five. I've always been to quirky to even bother with them, until now. Nowadays, I want someone I can just cuddle with whenever the heck I want to. No such luck.

I'm a MASSIVE Directioner, Potterhead, and Hunger Games fan. It's insane. My friends and I are obsessed. No, dedicated. That's the word.

Oh, yeah. My friends. I adore them. Whenever I'm down, they always know just how to pick me back up and give me an encouraging slap on the butt. We've so many inside jokes an memories, just small things, like glasses of milk, can set us into hysterics. And when I say hysterics, I mean stomping feet, clutching guts, knee-slapping insanity.

That's another thing. They make me laugh. I LOVE to laugh and make people laugh. I'm a really happy person that's always cracking up jokes. But, somehow, I never get voted Class Clown.

Tragic, huh?

But don't worry, I'm happy. As long as I'm not dead, I'm good. Everything else is questionable.

"Friday! Praise to Jesus!" I announce, throwing my hands in the air. Fridays are my favorites.

"Woah, El, we still got a math test in like 5 minutes," Sarah commented, using my beloved nickname. She's sensible, but her tendency to make me laugh on a regular basis makes up for it.

My nickname is a bit of a double whammy. It's El, short for Elodie, but my initials were EL, for Elodie Lancastor. Cool, huh?

My face fell. I detested math. With all the deep flaming passion in my soul I loathed it. I was quite good at it, but hated it.

"Great," I muttered.

"We don't!" Amber and Hayley singsonged. Lucky people who aren't in advanced math like Sarah and I.

"But El and I are gifted," Sarah commented and I grinned.

"And Hayley and I are sexy," Amber replied and posed. Hayley got the message and posed with her.

"Umm, excuse me, but I believe the only sexy person at this table is moi," I said knowingly.

"Right," Amber said sarcastically.

"Hey, girl, I'll pop you," I warned.

Sarah and Hayley were cracking up, as usual. They laughed at absolutely everything that happened to escape my lips. Why wouldn't they?

"Alright, quit the banter, guys," Sarah said as soon as she recovered.

"OK, but as long as she keeps her place as less gorgeous," I said. I wasn't really conceited, honest. Quite the contrary, in fact, I was really self conscious. My friends and I called ourselves and each other sexy constantly as a joke.

"We'll see," Amber said sneakily.

The rest of the day kinda passed by in a blurr, because I was extremely excited for this weekend. And the girls didn't even know...