Indecision (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

***Kendall’s P.O.V***

          So, JJ comes in at 6 o’clock, being the butthole that she is screaming,

          “WAKE UP KENDALL!!! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!! GET UP OR WE’LL BOTH DIE!!” even with worry and angst in her voice, and when I shoot up, she laughs her head off like a psychotic person, and I’m starting to believe she is…

          “You suck. Dig yourself a hole and don’t come out,” I said as she mocked hurt. One more hour I could have slept, and she probably wasn’t even going to use it.

          Hmm… This boy, he had attractive friends, I could tell through their masks. I mean, when you think about it, I hadn’t really promised my love to this boy; I had promised to meet him, and his friends. But if I did date one of the other ones, why was I feeling bad about it, just thinking of it? I never promised to be his girlfriend, and the one that had come in to say MB (Mystery Boy) had to leave, with the curly hair and piercing green eyes had given me a cute wink and a cheeky smile. Ughh! Boys are flipping confusing.

          JJ snapped me out of my thoughts about this boy for the second time in 7 hours by chucking clothes at me. Except this times it wasn’t shorts and a cute tee, because London’s weather sucks, and it was rainy and chilly enough to wear jeans, but not a jacket, even though it was August. Which is usually deathly hot in America.

          So this time, it was dark plum skinny jeans and a black and white tribal print boat neck top. It was really cute, so I started to change immediately. Then as I bent over to pull up my pants I heard a thump on the wall behind me, and heard JJ whisper, “Shit.”

          I looked around and realized why, she had thrown oxfords to me to catch, and I obviously didn’t.

          “Um… Oopsy?” she said, and we both cracked up, until I remembered my jeans were only halfway ups my legs, so I jumped and pulled them all the way up wriggling to get the button to close. Not because I’m fat, but because I’m terrible at closing buttons.

          I was really great full, whether or not you could tell, because I hadn’t even put one thought into my appearance for this, and I hadn’t even remembered I owned these jeans, unless they belonged to JJ, but they were cute.

          I was really excited to meet my first male friends since arriving in London a year ago,--wow I’ve deprived myself—but nervous at the same time for that reason, and also because what if he didn’t like me after he saw my whole face? That would be bad because I thought I liked him, I wasn’t positive, because I’d known him for 3 hours, that ball had been 8:00 to 11:00, and that’s not enough in my book to know someone that gets you to go out, but enough to make it hurt if they reject friendship. I mean, I guess I was pretty, maybe… I’ve got bright green eyes, naturally blond hair that’s curly-ish, and I’m 5’7 too, if it really matters to some people.

          I hope they like me, him and his four friends, whoever they were. Maybe even one of them will think I’m cute.

          Dear Lord, I over think just about everything.

          “Kendall, calm down! If only I was going with you to keep you collected. Don’t become a puddle before you say hi even. It’s like this is your first date, which I know it’s not, if you remember the Kyle Incident and Connor and Andrew both punched him in the face. Just because he didn’t tell them he went out with you. He was kinda creepy though after that..” JJ rambled.

          Yeah, my brothers punched their semi-friend in the nose and broke it because he went out with me and didn’t say anything. Needless to say they all hated each other after that.

          “Hopefully these guys are nice. They aren’t here to brake his face for me,” I replied, realizing that made me more nervous, because if he was a jerk and a liar, JJ and I couldn’t even shove them out the door.

          “Well, hehe, makeup and hair time!!! I’m going simpler, kind of the way you do it, then straightening your hair. People who overuse makeup on the first date are just ruining themselves with a bad first impression,” yeah, J talks a lot, if you haven’t noticed.

          I was used to being experimented on, so this was quite a relief. Julianna thought I was ‘plain’ so if she wasn’t sure about an idea she’d do it on me, since my usual black eyeliner and mascara on the top only was boring. Whenever she did it though, I got lots of compliments. On her it looks really good because even if she uses what other people call too much it looks good, not caked on for the sake of using it.

          By 7:30, she’d straightened my hair and done my eyes with some silver glittery liner and mascara, and practically shoved me out the door frantic that I not be late, and wish many thumbs up and good lucks. I must admit, in the one time I’d been allowed to look at myself in the mirror, I looked cute. Now it really was time to go, needed to catch a cab.

***Mystery Person’s P.O.V.***

          I was so unbelievably nervous. Last night I purposely hadn’t let her know my name, I was scared of how she’d react to who I was. She’d know all about me, and it completely ruined a girl that seemed nice, if she thought she knew everything about you down to your deepest darkest secrets especially when she didn’t. Though when I think about it, I had to tell her today anyways.

          The lads told me multiple times that she’d like being friends, if not more for the person I am, not for what the 5 of us shared. I just had to make sure the 2 I was worried about didn’t try to win her over either.

          I was massively worried they’d love her too, and even though they’d also told me multiple times she was rightfully mine first if it came to that, I wasn’t sure if I the man code was going to apply once they met her.

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          Soon we were in the coffee shop, a local, cozy place called Java. Just being there made all of us feel warm and fuzzy, like Christmas time. We took a seat on a little wrap-around sofa with a little table in the middle, figuring it could seat six. 

That’s when I took the time to re-voice my concerns after we had sat in a weird silence since it was only 7:50, and about ten minutes ‘til we were supposed to meet. Ugh, I wish I was normal so I didn’t have to see her face like it was some sort of final reveal on one of those girl shows.

          “Lads, even if it’s love at first sight, I have first dibs okay? I’m used to people liking you more, and it’s my turn. Alrighty?” I finally spurted out of my mouth.

          They all looked at me like it was some revelation that I was usually the only asked to step out of pictures. It hurt, and this would hopefully be different.

          Then I looked up, and saw her, mouth wide open in shock.

*** Kendall’s P.O.V.***

          I had to walk to the coffee shop, as I hadn’t been able to catch a cab but since I had ditched the oxfords (they seemed out of place to me, J agreed) ever be in my entire life

so I ended up in black flats, since I ran out of time to pick, I just held them and jogged as fast as I could without shoes on in London.

          As I got close to a street corner, I saw that Java was I cute little corner shop, and I’d always wanted to visit one of them, it made it feel home-y-ish for some reason. I don’t know, I’m and odd person, jiz.

          I pulled opened the door, walked in and only saw one other group of five teenage boys, signature blond that I knew, and the curls that I recognized from last night, but that wasn’t the only thing that made me  recognize them, and I was shocked as I’ll ever be in my enitre life. 

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