A/N
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Genevieve
I stopped mid-half to the end of the hallway when I decided to just go down stairs and sit on the couch watching nothing but black on the tv.
I went downstairs and sat on the end of the couch and did nothing but stare at different things. "You're weird" A voice says and I jumped from the couch by the sudden appearance of that person.
"I like you" He laughs and drops his body on the couch, his feet occupying to where I sat earlier.
I nodded awkwardly and sat on another chair.
"So how was your day today?" He asks putting his hands behind his head.
"If on a scale of 1-10, probably negative 2" I sighed and he chuckles.
"Why so?" Darn, This guy is nosy as fuck.
"Because I flew from America to Australia, Somehow faceplanted on the floor and hit my face on the car seat a whole lot of times, blondie is an asshole, curly is too happy-go-lucky to cope with, and guy with colorful dazzling hair creeps me out." I said without breathing and he looks at me funny.
"Let me just straighten it out, blo-"
"Blondie is Luke, curly is Ashton and guy with colorful dazzling hair is Mitchell." I cut him off.
He laughs "No no, It's not Mitchell, It's Michael."
"I'm Calum". I nodded.
"Uh so, Do you guys have plans today?" I suddenly asked when my eyes looked at the clock.
"We're going clubbing tonight". He says and my mouth forms the letter 'O'.
"Oh, I see".
"Wanna come?!" Someone says from upstairs and see Ashton enthusiastically run down the stairs.
"No thanks". I nervously chuckled.
"Why not?" They both asked.
"I don't go clubbing". Their mouths hang open, "So you mean, You haven't live your life to the fullest?!" Calum says shocked and I nodded confused. What's wrong with not clubbing since the day I was born?
"Girl, You got serious problems" Ashton says in a girly way and I giggle.
Ashton moves Calum's feet from the couch and sits down. He grabs the TV remote and turns it on.
Evening - The same day:
I was left alone in the living room watching back-to-back episodes of Spongebob.
I hear hurried footsteps and saw Ashton on the end of the stairs.
"Why on hell are you not taking a shower?!" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Uhm, because I'm not coming?" Ashton shakes his head and goes back upstairs. I glue my eyes back to the TV and I felt something fuzzy on my face.
"The bathroom is on the right side of the hallway" He says and I removed the towel from my face.
I didn't move a muscle, I don't wanna come.
Ashton came back to check on me again and groans. He fishes his phone in the back of his pocket and dials someone.
He moves to another room and I continued to watch Spongebob.
Suddenly the front door opens and I see two women around their 20's holding a bag of...
I don't know, maybe some torture items because I don't want to fucking go to the club.
They approached me and lifted me up by my shoulders without even saying a word. "Put me down!" I scream and tried to wiggle from their grasp.
For young women, they are very strong but then again I'm not obese nor normally weighted which makes it easier for them.
They started to carry me in the bathroom and I think I know where this is going.
"NO" I scream but they've already closed the door.
Later:
My entire privacy was violated.
Why?
BECAUSE THEY WERE THE ONES WHO STRIPPED ME JUST SO I COULD SHOWER.
They're even the ones who did all the other things, clean my hair, brushed my teeth etc.
And now currently one of them is curling my hair and the other one is finding a dress.
I saw her pick a black dress that I probably can say that will see my cleavage. It looks slutty.
"That looks perfect!" The one curling my hair says.
The other one nods and grabs a pair of red pumps from under the bed.
Oh shit.
They made me stand up and they dressed me up but very delicately because of maybe they'll ruin the hair.
I sat down again and one of them started applying make-up.
Jesus Christ, all these dust particles will make me sneeze.
Good thing I didn't. They're finished now and now they're making me wear these pumps.
I made my legs still on the floor and well, They're currently struggling on putting it on.
I'm maniacally laughing in the inside but then I felt my foot move and I looked down to see they've succeeded.
I groaned and I stood up to look at myself.
My jaw dropped to the floor.
This doesn't look like the real me.
I look like a fucking slut.
My cleavage and back is too exposed, This dress only stops halfway above my knees and with these mathcing red pumps and heavy eye make-up with red lipstick?
I look like someone who's desperate for someone to fuck me.
