[ omg u guys r da bomb ]
november 30th, 2013
ages; 19
i wanted to reach over and snap her pretty little neck before pushing her in front of moving traffic.
but of course, murder was bad and i wasn't about that life. though i wasn't sure what life i was about anymore. i used to be about my life with ash, but that was over. how'd i even get in this mess? oh, right, i just had to pick their number one fangirl to be friends with.
i think i'd calmed down enough since i saw ashton. "i'm maely, and this is hannah," i spoke slowly, and annabelle nodded. "we're friends of the boys since before they were famous." i clasped my hands together in my lap before looking around.
the room was small and hot, i feared i'd start to sweat, but there was a fan. han seemed to be reading my mind as she stood up and turned the fan on. i took the time to look over this annabelle girl while she was distracted by hannah trying to figure out the switches by the doorway.
her long bleach blonde hair - it looked really, really good - was long and dead straight. she was wearing a pair of acid wash high waisted jeans, and a crop top that just covered her boobs and then stopped. it was also a tank top, so it showed off the valley of her breasts and i cringed. slut. a fleece coat was hung over the back of the couch.
"you guys can eat," she gestured to a table of snacks. she was american, of course. what else to make her perfect, huh? "i wouldn't touch the food though because the people who work here seem pretty poor. probably can't afford real ingredients."
my jaw dropped. so she was a slut and a bitch? wow, ashton sure picked a keeper this time.
han figured out the switches and the fan brought a breeze through the room. i sighed and leaned back, closing my eyes. "han, do you have any advil?" i asked and she shook her head. but, don't worry, ms. perfect had some for me. "thanks."
i took a soda from the cooler and downed the pills, holding my temple between my thumb and forefinger.
after almost twenty, maybe thirty, minutes of silence, the door flew open and the boys spilled in. the first one to see me was luke and i barely had time to stand up before he was running over and knocking me, literally, to the ground in a hug. i giggled as we stood up and he hugged me so tightly. "i missed you so much," he murmured. "i love you maelman."
"love you, too, lukey poo," i teased, reaching up and messing up his hair. he glared at me and slapped my bum. "turd."
he giggled and stalked away towards mikey, and then calum came over casually before pulling me in for an embrace. "you look really hot," cal whispered and i blushed, shaking my head. "you do!"
we pulled away and i tugged hannah off the couch, and she was in awe. "guys, this is my best friend hannah," i said and they all said hello. i looked around, but wished i didn't, because i found ashton and annabelle sucking face on the other couch, and then i realized what just happened.
tears prickled in the corners of my eyes and i wished i would stop. fucking. crying.
"so, maely! you're all graduated?" michael shouted in an attempt to distract me. with a nod, i smiled, blinking away the stupid tears. "that's terrific. have you got a boyfriend?"
and i think ashton actually pulled away from his leech to see my reply.
i shook my head and luke wriggled his eyebrows. "so i have another chance," he said and i giggled, shrugging. hannah stayed silent and i think she was trying to assure herself that this was actually happening. luke walked over and pushed me to sit on the couch before sitting on my lap. i wrapped my arms around his stomach. "i missed you more than my own brothers."
han sat down in her previous spot and stared at us two before calum swooped in and began talking to her and i was so grateful. "i missed you, too!" i laughed and he turned around to look at me. "why are your eyes so pretty?"
"you've got to be fuckin' kidding me!"
we all looked at the sudden interruption to find ashton staring directly at me before he realized what he'd done and ran his fingers through his hair, looking around, and then he stormed out.
