paranoia // david dobrik

#5

roia jean king

i let the last curl fall over my shoulder and straighten out the skirt one last time before throwing the coat loosely over my shoulders, pulling my hair out from underneath. liz lets out a frustrated groan as she spritz's my face with the setting spray.

"you're literally so hot i could die." she sighs, as she twirls me around, placing her hands on my waist.

"don't tell harrison, but i really want to make out with you."

"he can't be mad if he doesn't know." i shrug, making her smile and shake her head at me.

the door barges open, and a pouty harrison emerges.

"but i do know because we can all hear you and i- wow."

his eyes go wide and tom walks in behind him. the sandwich that was previously in his mouth falls onto the floor, his eyes trailing up and down my body. my face heats up as i nervously run my hands over the baby blue pencil skirt, awkwardly crossing my legs.

"d-do i look okay?"

the boys stand in the doorway, mouths slightly open and eyes wide.

"no i- i get it now. if you want to make out with roy, i'm okay with it." harrison nods, making tom elbow his best friend in the side.

"you look absolutely breathtaking, poppet." tom smiles softly at me.

my cheeks get hot as i look down at my bare feet, nervously rubbing my feet into the carpet below me.

"thanks tommy."

he leans down grabbing my shoes and handing them over to me.

"how you're not going to fall over in these, i have no idea."

i laugh, nodding my head.

"yeah i have no idea either. but they're not like...huge or anything. so i think i'll be okay."

he nods and glances down at his watch.

"well let's go, darling. can't have you being late for the kids choice awards."

"which, by the way, i'm still surprised david asked you to go with him." liz points out as she fluffs my hair.

"honestly, me too. i'm surprised he didn't take one of the guys or anything like that."

"well, he's taking umm...what's his name? jackson?" harrison asks before picking up the sandwich tom had dropped onto the floor.

"it's jason, he's taking his family, jason, and natalie. and i think he's taking ilya too. josh is going to be there because hello, josh peck. and he's taking joe. also, rip sandwich." i sigh, placing my hand over my heart.

the four of us circle around the broken sandwich, hands over our hearts, mourning the loss of a fine soldier.

"to you, turkey sub. i hope you haunt roy sauce forever." harrison sighs, lightly petting the bread that's already falling apart.

"hey! i didn't do anything to it." i pout.

tom places his hand on my lower back, patting me lightly.

"i did drop him because of you though, so i guess in a way, it's your fault."

i roll my eyes, pushing him off of me as they laugh at me.

"okay okay, seriously, let's go. they're waiting in the living room." liz says, making us all pull away and walk out of the bathroom.

we all walk down the unnecessarily long hallway and make our way into the living room where everyone is taking pictures and vlogging.