Just to let you know, I wrote this whole chapter with this song on replay... Haha! I hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter four: 'Welcome Home...'
Chapter Four:
Two hours, seven tissues and several nose blowings later, I was ready. I had put on the cute grey skater dress and my black wedges that my brothers had given me. Along with some black thigh length socks jace had gotten me at a 'Forever' 21 sale a while back, I topped it off with a grey Panama hat. Even though it was getting dark I found it to be an appropriate accessory for my outfit. I walked over to the mirror and couldn't believe my eyes.
Sam had worked wonders on my hair and my make up. She made me look as if today wasn't the worst day of my life. She covered any trail of puffy eyes I had from crying, most importantly, she covered any trail of sadness. The rest was up to me to play the part. This kid was going places as a makeup artist, I just had a feeling. I patted my dress down and twirled my self in front of the mirror checking if I had any tags of any sort.
"Wow..." I heard Sam sigh heavily behind me as she sat on my bed.
I turned around and faced the beautiful young woman Sam had grown into and smiled at her. "What's wrong Sam?"
She look at me then at her self in the mirror.
"You're so beautiful Juliet..." She frowned when she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"You mean I'm as beautiful as you?" I said with a smile.
She sat somewhat straighter. "You think I'm beautiful?"
I walked over and sat next to her putting my arm around her, "I think you're gorgeous! I mean... We're two pretty smokin hot rockstars daughters are we not?!" I stroked her beautiful long red curly hair as we both laughed.
Sam looked at me and smiled sadly. This girl was beautiful and she didn't even know it. But what girl truly believed that she was anything more than pretty? I know I was guilty of it. No matter how many times I've heard people tell me I was beautiful, I never really truly believed it myself. Not even Johnny could convince me that I was something more than just your average Joe. I guess we settle for just being called pretty because we're afraid that someone someday might tell us differently. I liked to call it the rule of life: expect less, gain more. Expect more, gain less.
"Sam what's wrong?"
She looked up at me, "You say I'm beautiful, but... everywhere I go I hear differently."
"What do you mean?"
"Like in school, there's this girl, Holly, who always teases me about my bright red hair. Always calling me a carrot head and other mean nicknames. Not to mention she ways says that on the ugly scale of one to ten I was a negative nine… thats like quasimoto status. "
My blood boiled hearing that this girl was bullying MY Sam.
"And on top of that, this guy keeps messing with me. Pulling my hair, he keeps finding ways to annoy me."
"WHOA! Wait. A boy!?" I asked smirking.
"Yes. Don't tell me that he likes me because trust me, he doesn't."
"What does he do exactly and who is this boy?"
"This kid, Beau Roetter, hes Chris Ritter's son…” she sighed, knowing that her dad and his dad were almost enemies. “He keeps flicking papers at me in class. He keeps putting carrots in my locker. He mimics me most of the time. He teases me about how hard I blush when I do something embarrassing. I hate it. He always comments something about my wardrobe. 'Hey Sam, nice nerd skirt.' 'Hey Sam, way to wear that dork gear.'"
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The Rockstar's Daughter & The Enemy's Son [Sequal to TR&TNG)
FanfictionCopeland Juliet Quinn, to her family better known as CoCo, to her friends Juliet, to the rest of the world, Copland Quinn. Along with her twin brother and the triplets are following into their father's footsteps. Becoming Rockstars. With fame comes...
