"Belle, wake up." I swat at my sister with my hands. "Isabelle Jenkins, get up right now!" I open my eyes and yawn. "What is it, Ava?" I ask grumpily. "You have a very special British singer downstairs waiting for you. I suggest you get up and go meet him." I fly out of bed. "Tell him I'll be 10 minutes!" She giggles and heads down the stairs.
I whip open my dresser. Not a large variety. Mostly skinny jeans, T-shirts, and a few tank tops.
I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans and an old Rolling Stones T-shirt. I look at my hair, it's frizzy and a disaster! I quickly put it into a messy bun and slip on my Converse. I take a deep breath and walk downstairs.
"Well good morning sunshine." says Louis smiling. In his hand, a bouquet of roses. "Morning." I say softly, watching the flowers. "I was passing by Daisy's Flower House and saw these beauties, and I thought of you. So here I am, with flowers." he says. I stare at him when he places the flowers in my hands. "Thank you." I whisper. "You are quite welcome! Now come on, I'm taking you to breakfast." I shoot Ava a look and hand her the flowers. She smiles and skips off to the kitchen.
"Louis." I say after swallowing a mouthful of delicious pancakes. "Yes?" he asks, looking at me. A knot grows in my stomach. "Nevermind." I say, swirling my pancakes in the syrup. "No, I hate cliffhangers! Please tell me!" he begs. I look at him and say, "I was wondering... you know... if maybe you, um, liked me?" Louis smiles at me. "Isabelle... have I done anything to incriminate myself?" I laugh and say, "Well sort of. Your invitation to the ball, the flowers, this breakfast... shall I go on?" He puts his hands up. "I surrender. You've got me caught. But, do you like me?" I blush and look down. "Yes..." I mumble. He grins and puts his hand to his ear. "Sorry what? I didn't hear you." I smile and say, "Yes Louis. I do like you."
"Good. Now I can do this." He takes my hand and entwines our fingers. I laugh. "So then--"
"Oh my gosh! Louboo!" exclaims a voice. A girl with platnium blonde hair and pink and blue extensions pauses at our table. "Louboo! I've been looking for you everywhere!" She turns her gaze to me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Avery." Avery pauses when she sees our hands. "What the hell are you doing holding my boyfriend's hand?" she snaps. I look at her and then Louis in shock, yanking my hand away from his. "Isabelle, she's lying!" Louis protested.
"Louboo, don't be so scared to show our love." He narrowed his eyes. "I told you we are done."
"Are we?" she asked, sitting on his lap and throwing her arms around him. "Avery. Get off."
"No no." she smiled. She kissed Louis very softly.
And I bolted.
I whip open my dresser. Not a large variety. Mostly skinny jeans, T-shirts, and a few tank tops.
I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans and an old Rolling Stones T-shirt. I look at my hair, it's frizzy and a disaster! I quickly put it into a messy bun and slip on my Converse. I take a deep breath and walk downstairs.
"Well good morning sunshine." says Louis smiling. In his hand, a bouquet of roses. "Morning." I say softly, watching the flowers. "I was passing by Daisy's Flower House and saw these beauties, and I thought of you. So here I am, with flowers." he says. I stare at him when he places the flowers in my hands. "Thank you." I whisper. "You are quite welcome! Now come on, I'm taking you to breakfast." I shoot Ava a look and hand her the flowers. She smiles and skips off to the kitchen.
"Louis." I say after swallowing a mouthful of delicious pancakes. "Yes?" he asks, looking at me. A knot grows in my stomach. "Nevermind." I say, swirling my pancakes in the syrup. "No, I hate cliffhangers! Please tell me!" he begs. I look at him and say, "I was wondering... you know... if maybe you, um, liked me?" Louis smiles at me. "Isabelle... have I done anything to incriminate myself?" I laugh and say, "Well sort of. Your invitation to the ball, the flowers, this breakfast... shall I go on?" He puts his hands up. "I surrender. You've got me caught. But, do you like me?" I blush and look down. "Yes..." I mumble. He grins and puts his hand to his ear. "Sorry what? I didn't hear you." I smile and say, "Yes Louis. I do like you."
"Good. Now I can do this." He takes my hand and entwines our fingers. I laugh. "So then--"
"Oh my gosh! Louboo!" exclaims a voice. A girl with platnium blonde hair and pink and blue extensions pauses at our table. "Louboo! I've been looking for you everywhere!" She turns her gaze to me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Avery." Avery pauses when she sees our hands. "What the hell are you doing holding my boyfriend's hand?" she snaps. I look at her and then Louis in shock, yanking my hand away from his. "Isabelle, she's lying!" Louis protested.
"Louboo, don't be so scared to show our love." He narrowed his eyes. "I told you we are done."
"Are we?" she asked, sitting on his lap and throwing her arms around him. "Avery. Get off."
"No no." she smiled. She kissed Louis very softly.
And I bolted.
what i wore Friday:
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Friday went by pretty quickly considering i wasnt even paying attention to what the teachers were saying. i was just thinking of what to tell Saxon.
Lunch came and i sat with Jazzy and Saxon as usual. Jazzy kept glaring at me obviously wanting me to tell him but i coulndt. maybe at the dance?
Saxon's POV**
She looked nervous like she wanted to tell me something. something was definitely wrong.
"Saxon" she said, "are you going to the dance?"
"Probably not. dont have anyone to go with. how about you?"
"Ya im going with Jazzy. You should join our group."
"I'll think about it. I dont have anything to where tough."
"Me and Jazzy are going shopping tomorrow. you should come!"
by this time Jazzy looked like she was about to blow up considered i hadnt asked her her opinion on anything.
"I think i will" i reply. and with that the lunch bell rang.
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Friday went by pretty quickly considering i wasnt even paying attention to what the teachers were saying. i was just thinking of what to tell Saxon.
Lunch came and i sat with Jazzy and Saxon as usual. Jazzy kept glaring at me obviously wanting me to tell him but i coulndt. maybe at the dance?
Saxon's POV**
She looked nervous like she wanted to tell me something. something was definitely wrong.
"Saxon" she said, "are you going to the dance?"
"Probably not. dont have anyone to go with. how about you?"
"Ya im going with Jazzy. You should join our group."
"I'll think about it. I dont have anything to where tough."
"Me and Jazzy are going shopping tomorrow. you should come!"
by this time Jazzy looked like she was about to blow up considered i hadnt asked her her opinion on anything.
"I think i will" i reply. and with that the lunch bell rang.
Shirtless=O
