𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝?]

17. Story

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She pulled on the Nike pro, dance shorts and scanned herself in the mirror as per usual. She was wearing one of Shane's merch tops that was nicely over sized, and on her feet were some pink fluffy socks. She left her auburn locks down, with her natural curls also.

She entered the room, sitting in the same spot as before, beside Andrew. His eyes analyzed her short structure, how her lose curls fell on her shoulders and how her eyes watched the television. He found her beautiful, but he felt dirty. Seeing as he'd just been rejected by Megan, he thought it was too early. He badly wanted to hold her hand, leave soft kisses up her pale skin.

Layla was different to Megan, she didn't want everything serious but always encouraged fun moments. Them being the moments you'd laugh at forever and cherish. Layla was more natural, more authentic and didn't care if she looked silly or weird, and Andrew liked that about and though he wished it, he wanted to Layla instead of Megan. But, he didn't want Shane to find it weird and everything to go wrong.

The two were snapped out of their gaze as Shane yelled, "Layla, Andrew, listen." He instructed and the turned towards him.

"So this queen Mary trip, is tomorrow." Shane started, "We're staying the night and we'll be doing ghost hunting and what not."

"What bout a car? The G is too small." Andrew reminded, and Shane sighed.

"We're taking Lay's Tesla, and one seat will be filled with bags so someones sitting on someones lap." Shane sassed causing everyone to laugh.

"Watch, you'll all hear, Layla sit on someones lap you're the shortest." Layla rolled her eyes, leaning against Garrett, who had moved seats over Morgan taking his.

"Well you are the shortest." Garrett, who is 6'4, reminded.

"Well we all can't be 6'4 can we?" She scoffed playfully, and gasped dramatically.

"Maybe you should grow." He chuckled.

"Maybe you should Shrink." Layla raised a brow.

"Triggered!" Shane screeched loudly causing everyone to laugh.

"Okay, so whats the schedule for tomorrow?" Ryland questioned eagerly.

"Be down in the kitchen for 10am." Shane explained and everyone either nodded in agreement or said a soft 'yes'.

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It was now 10pm at night, everyone was either gone to bed or in the process of sleeping. Andrew and Layla were the only ones on the couch. Both engrossed into the movie playing on the TV. It was Paranormal Activity, and even though Layla acted in a horror show it still scared, so everyone once and awhile her short body would jump.

'Make your move.'

It repeated in Andrews head, but in what way could he make his move. His eyes ran through the area as his head went haywire thinking of ways. Suddenly his eyes landed on her small, pale hand and his head cleared, and he could practically picture it. Hold her hand.

He pushed his hands forwards as if he was stretching and landed it next to hers. He slid his under hers and interlocked their fingers. She looked over at him gave him a side smile, then placing her head on shoulder. The butterflies corrupted in her stomach and she felt her cheeks warm up, she really did like Andrew.

[authors note: UPDATE TIME!! so Christmas break is in 3 weeks. im gonna write so much i swear, anyways, where do you wanna see this book go? all you gotta do is reply!]