lip stick stains. ( louis tomlinson fan fic book one)

I have had more than my fair share of embarrassing expierences; it wasnt somthing you really get used to.

It seemed oddly strange that I was facing it again.

I must really be marked for disaster. I'd face it time to time, but it kept hitting me straight back in my face leaving it blushed red.

Still this time was no different from the others. You could run, you could hide, but it will always come back to face you.

When you loved someone that was the reason you were embarrassed, how could you fight back, because doing that it would hurt the beloved ones.

And that loved one was the one you truley loved,

but would always make your heart flinch,

and hurt deeper than before,

he could for god forbid embarrass me harass me,

but the truth is,

let go,

I mean if you love somthing set it free if it was always true to be,

then it would fly back to you.

My once true love.

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No one is staring at you No one is staring at you.

but of course I have to check, there she is glaring at me in her swift mini car, my eyes flinched In to hers, she should feel a shamed shouldnt she? Staring still is qualified as rude right?

Then I remembered my mums old truck probably was so dirty she probably couldnt see in to me.

Still I Couldn't feel more ashamed.

The pedestrians were frozen in there spot not wanting to move from there place missing there chance to go. sigh.

The green light flicks on and I literally step on the accelerater as hard as I can only to be startled by a big bang and my engine blowing up.

With the last energy the truck had I pulled it into the nearest parking spot and cover my head in my hands, life couldnt get worst.

I traced my delicate ring on my right finger.

At times like this it felt like it was holding a neon sign saying look at me look at me.

Its was stupid to be self contious, besides my mum and my dad did it really matter what people say about my virgity ring, or my mums old rutted truck she gave me, or about my mysterious ways I manage to sneak around and never get in trouble for the things In life that nearly got me killed?

Or my old rusty credit card that felt hot in my back pocket right now.

" yeah who cares what they think" I muttered under my breath.

" um miss" a mans voice called, I turned and then wished I hadnt.

Two men stood by a fancy mercedes guardian car with bikes strapped on the roof.

" im sorry to bother you but could you tell us what kind of car you are driving" the tall musky one spoke.

" um I dunno truck right" I asked.

" yes" the man said politely as his shorter friend rolled his eyes at my answer.

" I know but I meant what kind of car like a mercedes ford, chevy?" said the smaller one.

" umn I dunno, this pile of junk who cares" I say laughing at my own joke to be greeted with two frowning men scoffing at my stupid answer.

" why" I say stupidley.

" they dont sell these anymore in our country yet alone europe where the come from" they replied as if I was dumb.

Wait this could be really expensive, I could get me a new car, one that hadnt just broken down in the embarrassing parts of town, I cringed at the thought of my mum knowing I had sold her baby....

the stranger had to clear his throat to get my attention and I decided that I would stick with it for now.

" I dont know" I answered honestly, I didnt know that.

" do you mind if I take a picture with it?" he asked.

" you want a picture with this old thing" I said in utter disbelief.

" well I do need proof other wise people will never believe me".

" ughhh fine sure"

I slid into the back while the boys pulled out a fancy camera and posed in front of the bonnet before going towards the back of the car.

" I miss my beetle car" I whined to myself.

Very, very convinient my car broke down just as I moved out of my flat back home, of course my mum would insist on letting me use her truck as she pretty much walks every where, I couldnt decline I wished I had though.

" hey" said the man cupping his hands over the window to see in. " we are going now thanks alot" he called

" your welcome" I called jumping in the font sewt and ever so roughly pushing the key in and stepping on the accelerater forcing my self to head the familiar roads home as fast as possible before I have to wait another five minutes for it to cool down.

Just as I reached home I parked the car in to the garage and stepped out to be greeted by more of my parents yelling it wasnt a surprise ever since my dad got the promotion his never home, wich leads to even more yelling when he is.

I swing over the fence and duck under my neighbours bush knowing I would be dead if I got caught on the neighbours yard, but I couldnt stand to interupt my parents ' nice ' chat. I turn on my cell phone to be greeted by six missed calls, no surprise four of them were from my ex, begging for another chance but I already told him no is no, I shudder at the memory of him in ontop of another women as I got home early from work, I guess that is why I moved back into my parents home who are constantly ringing if im only five minutes late back home from work, wich probably explain who the two others were from.

mum and dad