HEEEELLLLO!So i think a couple of you guys had a little pissy fit because i deleted the Cameron Dallas fanfic off here. I'm re posting it but not as a Cameron Dallas fanfic, but you can still keep it as that bc of the descriptions are really similar.
Chapter 1: An Awkward Situation
An awkward situation- that
was how we met.
It was a sunny summer's
afternoon- just kidding! The rain was pouring down outside on the biting
mid-November morning. I was surprised there wasn't a friggin' blizzard yet, the
temperature (according to my crappy Samsung phone) was -6 and I was pretty sure
that as soon as I'd stepped foot outside, I'd get knocked out by a block of ice
falling from the sky.
But what could I do? My mum was
down with something and my dad was going down with her- stop sniggering you
dirty minded creep- and parents? That's low. Yeah, so I had to go out to but
the groceries. The good thing was that Aldi was only a ten minute walk away but
I wasn't taking any risks, so I wore my: sweater, other sweater, leggings,
sweatpants, two layers of fluffy pink socks, a coat that made me look double
the size I was, gloves, a scarf, a woolly hat and boots.
It took me about 5 minutes to get
ready but within those 300 seconds, it seemed to rain tub-fulls of rain outside.
Satisfied with my appropriate
clothing, I grabbed the sturdiest umbrella I could find and stuffed a £50 pound
not down my back pockets.
I stepped out into the gale force
wind and practically sprinted through the rain to the shop. But with my amazing stamina, I walked into the entrance
like a huffing panda- don't laugh I wasn't that far off with all the layers I
was wearing. At least the warmth was nice.
After I caught my breath and
placed my umbrella in some secluded corner where I was sure no-one would
steal it , my body was burning up. Flapping my hands around didn't help so I
unzipped my coat and put my scarf, hat and gloves at the bottom of my trolley.
First on my shopping list(by
shopping list I mean groceries written on the back of a KFC leaflet) were
tomatoes, so off I went to the vegetable isle. I was in the midst of choosing a
tomato to add to my bag when a trolley bashed my in the hip, knocking me over
the stack itself. The fruit tumbled sown and scattered all over the floor. My
face was burning from embarrassment but I was thankful I had so many layers on,
otherwise with the force of that trolley I would be finding bruises.. I looked
up in rage and brushed the hair from my face in the process.
My eyes fell on the guy who I
assumed knock me over and he was bloody grinning.
"What the hell!" I
yelled at this guy and stood up to my full height only to notice that he was a
full 3 inches taller than me. It wavered me a little bit, but I was furious
and not about to back down. By God, this guy was hot. He had dark brown
-almost black hair that was brushed back in the effortless "I just rolled
out of bed" look and amazing brown eyes. They were like the Starbucks
black coffee colour with flickers of gold here and there. He has a straight nose
and amazing jaw line- I mean you could chisel rocks with that face. I then look
him over, head to toe. He was wearing a pair of purple sweatpants and a pink
tank top with Jordans on his feet. His sun kissed shoulders were splattered
with droplets of rain- that I really wanted to lick off. Internally, I cringed-
don't tell me he is gay, please please. He was the spark to any bonfire.
"Eh.. hum." he cleared
his throat and I realized I was oogling him. The flush returned to my face and
I rubbed the back of my neck to try and clear my thoughts. What was I about to
say? Oh yeah the almost run over.
"You jerk! You knocked me
over didn't you? Can't you see where you're going?" I hissed out at him.
His grin just got wider and I really wanted to slap his beautiful face. He was
fuelling my fire then.
"Oh my god! STOP
GRINNING!" I yelled at last when I snapped. I was about to punch this
stranger but he grapped my fist and pulled my hand down.
"Kay. But I don't think you
need another tomato right now, considering you look like a huge one right
here." his voice was like melted chocolate and I was drooling over it
until what he said actually flicked a switch in my head. He called me fat! That
dick! My body was suffocating in my coat so I took it off and threw it into my
trolley.
"You freaking dickhead!
First you hit me then you freaking insult me?!" I screech with my hands
flailing around in the air. I saw his eyes get a tich darker and eye me over,
the hell? I looked down and saw that my sweaters had ridden up to expose all of
my midriff and the bottom of my bra.
"What you looking at?"
He looked back up at me sheepishly as I pulled my sweater down frustrated.
"Oh my lord! answer me or apologise or something!"
"Sorry but it weren't me. It
was that dude down there." He pointed down the aisle where I saw a ten
year old racing with his trolley causing destruction in his path. I frowned
deeply and turned back around to see the guy now with a smirk on his face. I
wanted to smack it off .
"Hmm." I shrug and move
around to my trolley to hide my crimson face.
"What? No sorry?" He
asked and I could practically hear the cockiness in it, so I just push my
trolley further, swerving around the tomatoes.
"Whatever!" I throw
over my shoulder. What a mistake! The second I turned my focus off steering my
trolley, I tripped on a red fruit and went slap bang down on my butt. I felt
the pain shooting all the way up me and I fell back.
"Do show your body off to
everyone or is it just me? I'm taking that as a compliment." He smirks and
my sweater has ridden up again.
"OH MY GOD!"
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It took me about an extra 20 minutes to finish off my
shopping because of that stupid kid who spilt over the tomatoes. The shopping assistants
wouldn't let me go until I paid for all the loss despite all me trying to
explain it wasn't me. So there I was holding two extra bags full of tomatoes
that cost an extra £10 for me.
The American kid (I
realised after my brain actually managed to process him) who was too hot to be
alive was just hiding behind some Special offer poster whilst laughing his head
off. But before I left, I was sure to throw one of those fruits to his head .
It made it yelp out in a high pitched girl voice and then he tried to cover it up with sneeze. I was laughing so bad there were
tears streaming from my eyes so I probably looked like I escaped from a lunatic
asylum to the people walking into the shop. That took 10 minutes.
The other ten minutes were spent by me trying to steer
myself home. It was only my second week in this town and most of it was spent
hunched over my laptop, so I hardly knew
the paths and ways there. The new area
was richer with larger houses facing each other and quite close to the main
shopping area, but Aldi was right at the end so I was orienteering myself
through the alleyways behind shops until I saw something familiar that brought
me home.
Dumping the shopping in the kitchen and peeling off the coat
I was wearing, I went upstairs to my room to do the usual; stalking hot guys on
tumblr. The room was dark and smelt weird so I opened the curtains and shoved
the window open. While doing so, I caught a whiff of my underarms and HELL, I
jerked away. Whoah! Change of clothes needed!
I dived straight into my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of blue
cotton shorts and a green tank top and laid them onto the bed. Feeling quite
jumpy, I turned on my laptop and played
Upgrade You by Beyonce. The tune was really catchy and I found myself singing
madly alongside it. My hair was out of its ponytail, making the wild black
curls bounce around with every move. Now I was dancing along doing random moves
I learnt over the years.
"Introduce you to some new things and UPGRADE
YOU!" My eyes were wide open and I
was pouting while doing the Cupid
Shuffle move. My sweaters were
taken off together and thrown to the end of my bed. When the chorus came on
again, I twirled around on the balls of my feet and-
"AAHH!" I screamed my lungs out. There, on the
other side of my window in the opposite house was the guy from the shop. I
wildly shot my hands out grasping for my tank top and held it against my chest
for dear life. My eyes were like saucers and my breathing erratic.
Still holding onto my top, I stormed to the window and
heaved the curtains closed- but I didn't miss the wink I got from him. That son
of a-
CLANG
CLANG
There was this sound from behind the curtains and I popped
my head through the gap and peered outside. On the edge of the window sill was
a pencil? I looked up to the
neighbouring house and saw Mr Hottstuff
with a piece of paper pushed up against the glass that read,
'What's
there to hide? I liked it."
The scowl was set deep on my face and stared
daggers at him , I just saw him chuckle
and shrug.
I fake sobbed and shook my head- GOD WHY?
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All the suggestions from my friends about getting new
clothes were bugging me. They told me before I had left and said it would help
get new friends. I knew they meant well but I took it as an offence- you trying to say no one will be friends
with me like this?
When I say bugging- I mean scaring me shitless, I was
getting freaking nightmares of jeans chasing me and everything. So I gave in.
Today was warmer and much more sunny so I dropped the coat
for a black oversized jumper with a white heart on it, black ripped jeans and
some black Nike trainers. Now I come to think about it- I really did need a
wardrobe change, I probably sound like a Goth with all the black I was wearing,
but I really love black.
I decided to let my hair down in its wild curls after a shot of trying to straighten it and just
getting the utensil stuck in my thick hair. After a second thought, I went back
to get my obey snapback that was (surprisingly) also black. I must've looked
like a emo-kidnapper person, only missing a balaclava.
My first destination was Topshop and considering I only had
£100, I had to spend sparingly in this place. I was rummaging through a rail of
pastel coloured clothing when a printed crop vest caught my attention. My hands
were twitching to reach over to it but my mind was trying to steer me away from
the monochrome material. It was too much to resist so I grabbed my size and
stuffed it down my basket. NO GUILT.
Winter would be over in a few weeks, and I had loads of warm
clothing laying around at home, therefore I decided to look for summery
clothing. This shopping spree was for a burst of colour but I ended up getting mostly
everything in my basket a shade from the greyscale. I was heading towards the
counters to pay for my items but saw the red poster saying SALE from the corner
of my eye, stopping in my tracks, I swerved around and directed that way.
The premier sight was pink. Dark pink to the Barbie pink.
There was the entire alphabet of pink hanging off flimsy plastic hangers. That
wasn't even the face-palming part. That part was that the pink was painted on
bikinis. Seriously God, is this payback from breaking last lent's promise? Okay
stop judging, how many of you have tried
giving up Oreos for freaking 40 days? See, none. I couldn't help
twisting those two delectable coco cookies apart and licking the frosting off.
Was that crude only to my ears....
Maybe it was those calorie coated treats that made
me avoid any swim wear for the past year. Okay, I wouldn't call myself
fat but I had that little bit unwilling to submerge away and I hated it. I
snapped out of my reverie and noticed my fingers were being chewed on .
Glancing around quickly, I snatched them out and sighed noisily. I rummaged
around the racks and found a less gaudy colour, closer to blood red than
anything.
While trying to find
my size, that was annoyingly near the back, the whole hangers started dangling
off- threatening to fall. I pushed my thigh up against the fabric to hold it in
place until I removed my size, but it just gave up and half of the bikini tops
fell on my body and rest on the floor. I shook myself off and held onto my one
for dear life. Maybe I could just creep away...
"Oi! What the hell- I ain't picking that up!"
Apparently not. A shrill, high pitched voice cut through my thoughts and I had
to bite my lip to prevent myself from cringing.
When I turned around, I saw it was a blond employee with chest long straight
hair- that put my dark mane to shame- who was chewing on bubble gum really discreetly. Raspberry flavour; I
could smell it.
"Err... Whoops.." I mumble out. With my super
social skills, you'd be surprised I actually have friends. Well, had. Not since
I moved here. I still had to start school and- Oh that was a fail. Stop
laughing at me!
She's was still staring at me with those bid fake eyelashes
fluttering, jutting her chest out and curling hair around her blue painted
fingers. The black uniform was a shame because if it were fuchsia colour, I'm
sure she could be a real life figure( like the ones in Disney land) of Barbie.
I decide to leg it. Not that I could get out of there, so I
went to the counter to pay. My eyes were fixed behind my in case that chick
came running after me and a soft caress on my wrist scared the hell outta me.
Who the he-
"Hello, Miss." A croaky voice , probably the owner of the hand
that touched me, made me look up. The cashier was a teenage guy who was
presumably younger than me as he was shorter and very skinny, with ginger hair
that fell into his green eyes and
freckle painted cheeks . He had a smile so wide I could count his teeth. Didn't
that hurt his cheeks?
I nod to acknowledge him and push the blue basket forward
indicating him to hurry up. He was a boyish cute and kinda adorable so I looked
back up and gave him a small smile. A smile just when he took out the scanty
Bikini set, that for sure transformed into a grimace. He just set those green
eyes on me and a devilish smirk set on. Then added in a wink for good measures.
Beyond uncomfortable, I adverted my eyes and shuffled my
feet around. The black bag appeared in front of me and I tossed a £100 note
back. I took the receipt and practically
ran(over my own feet) out. I faintly heard a,
"Come back...soon."
from the same guy but
it sounded forced and slightly deeper.
I rolled my eyes. What was it with these guys? Swear, I will
never end up with one of them cocky guys, who know they're cute and are annoying
about it. I will never.
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