Oh, I Don't Love You; I'm In Love With Your Car. Or Is It The Other Way Round?

Oh, I don't love you; I'm in love with your car. Or is it the other way round?13

Chapter 13

I sighed and just stood there for a few minutes before turning and was passing Ben’s desk but something caught my eye. I stopped and looked at it properly.

It was a photograph with hearts drawn round the frame. I smiled; was Ben in lurve? Chuckling quietly, I picked up the photo and studied the girl smiling at the camera. She seemed to be kneeling on a bed, laughing, her hands by her side, hair falling around her shoulders. She had straight blonde hair falling past her shoulders and twinkling green eyes.

She looked cute, and I imagined her and Ben together. I couldn’t wait for him to come back so I could interrogate him! He had fair hair and brown eyes too, so they’d be a perfect match.

I laughed again to myself, thinking of what he would do when he found out I had been looking through his stuff. Shaking my head at myself, I took the photo and walked out of the room.

Luckily for me (note sarcasm), Joe was sitting there watching TV. I sighed; did he have nothing better to do than watch TV all day long? I didn’t want to spill Ben’s secret yet…or was it a secret at all? I smiled slightly at my ‘genius’ thought, and hid the photo behind my back.

Joe looked up when I stood by the sofa, near to my door. He had a confused expression on his face, and I looked anywhere but at him.

“So, Joe…um, do Carter or Ben have girlfriends?” I asked him, trying to be casual. I felt his suspicious eyes on me, and ‘tried’ not to blush (how can you try not to blush?).

“No…why?” yep, he was suspicious alright.

I shrugged and relaxed. “No reason. I’ll be in my room if you need me.” I quickly hurried into my room and closed the door.

“Nice t-shirt!” I heard him yell as I paced to my bed.

Then, I smiled to myself and hid the photo under the book I was currently reading, on my nightstand. Now I was bored and hungry.

Sighing again (I seem to be doing that a lot), I stood in front of my dressing table, looking at all the different accessories. I grabbed my iPod dock remote and turned it on. It began blaring out Speak Now (the actual song, not album) by Taylor Swift. I sang along loudly, ignoring Joe, who was complaining in the dorm room.

I walked into my closet and decided to dress up like I wouldn’t normally. This meant…skirts! Oh no…this is so not a good idea. I just changed less than an hour ago, and now I want to change again? How weird am I?

I picked out random stuff and put it on. When I was done, I looked in the long mirror behind the door, and my jaw dropped.

I don’t want to lie. I looked amazing. Seriously…the last time I wore a skirt was for a dare last year. What made me wear it again? And the complete outfit! I was wearing baby pink leggings, a cream short ruffled skirt, a pink t-shirt with a butterfly on it. I must’ve inherited fashion skills from my mother. I smiled. Today was going to be fun.

I chuckled as I imagined Joe’s reaction and went over to the dressing table. My iPod was playing a Miley Cyrus (Hannah Montana) song- Ordinary Girl. I sang along, and remembered how I began to like Hannah Montana. I was simply watching Sonny With A Chance, and Hannah Montana was playing after, so I watched it, and it was really good!

Now…what to do with my hair? It was now fully dry, wavy and shiny; the best way I liked it. I pulled it out of the bun and brushed it out, smelling it. It smelled like my favourite shampoo- strawberry. I decided on keeping it half up (the top bit up) and half down (underneath left down). I clipped it back with a sparkly pink clip, which held it tightly back, while some of my hair curled round my shoulders attractively. I left out my fringe and grinned at myself in the mirror. I smeared on a bit of pink lip gloss and grabbed my iPod and wallet, chucking them in my shoulder bag, which was light pink.