What You See isn't Always What it is
"Okay, see you there, Kat" I told my best friend, since 4th grade.
Ever since she chose me, the loser new girl, instead of the "crowd" I knew instantly she was going to be my best friend. I'm grateful for that, I'm glad I have a great friend who I can trust, but sometimes I wish I had more friends.
I hung up my purple, diamond encrusted into outlines that look like butterflies cell-phone. That cost me so much work and late hours at the bar.
I told Katie, or Kat as I call her, that I'll meet her at the mall to chill out.
We've been stressed out lately, because of the finals and test we've took. I mean, school is about to end, summer is coming. It's like they're trying to kill us with work before the summer so we won't have any fun!
Sometimes I think aliens, that look like human teachers, come to Earth to bore studnets to death, so they can rule the world with their boreness-ness.
Oookay. I'm a freak and I know it. You don't have to say that again, because ..... I know it. YEAH! Okay the tests has totally made me nuts. I'll get over it....sooner or later.
I went to my closet to find something to wear.
I pretty much said that until I came up with this and this.
With my hair down, sunglasses on top, big silver hoops, some clear lip gloss and my black cowboy boots.. Don't I got style? Hehe
I went on my way.
Few Hours Later...
"Oh My God! I can't believe you convinced me to let you buy me so many clothes!" I said with my hands full of shopping bags.
"Well, that's what I do, but they all look so stunning on you! You're my BFF and I want to buy some clothes for you, so shoot me! It's a free country!! And we're here anyway."
"Well, yeah but..but.....this is too much. Thank you." I stammered
"Come one Sophie, you know it was fun!! And don't mention it." She said
She started tickling me. I giggled "Well, I have to admit, it was pretty fun" I laughed.
We started strolling through the mall, looking through store windows.
We were chatting about Niall fom One Direction . Well, she was and I was just nodding and saying "Uh-huh","Yeah" and "I totally agree".
Yeah, I know what a wonderful conversation. Noticed the sarcasm?
So, yeah she was obsessed with One Direction.
I, on the other hand, didn't know a clue about them. I don't even know how they look! (or thier names, where they're from, their birthday or....you get the picture? If not too bad....sucker!! Just kidding! But still it's your problem if don't understand)
Oh sure, Kat showed me a few picures of them, but I just looked at them, not really looking, you know?
"-and those cute blue eyes-"
Yeah, I know I thought the Irish dude had green eyes(you know Irish. Green.Not that I'm saying they are bad, 'cause they're not....I don't think so?.), it sure did look like it (not that I was not paying attention..okay I wasn't but then she said green eyes. I'm a sucker for blue or green eyes. So shoot me.). But it turns out he wears contacts and they make his eyes look green or something like that. I really don't know.
Did I just think about One Direction, and was thinking about one of the members eyes? Oh god I'm really am stressed.
"-he's so hot-"
Fudgeballs I wasn't paying attention.......again. I'm going to pay attention. I'm being really rude right now. She listens to me and I should listen to her. Not lose my myself in my own thoughts.
But.......since she was speaking of eyes.....
I saw some of the cutest eyes . They were hazel eyes to be exact.
When we were shopping earlier, Kat said "I need to go to the little lady's room. Can hold my clothes for me, Sophie?"
"Sure" I told her and grabbed her clothes in one hand, while I held my clothes in the other. "But you could've just said plain old "restroom". Saying "the little lady's room" is so 1800's" I teased her.
"Uh, whatever." she said and rolled her eyes
I saw her disappear in the "little lady's room" and laughed.
Man, I should've held the clothes a different way. My hands are starting to hurt. Who knew clothes could be so heavy? Oh, no. My hands are getting slippery. The hooks are getting harder to hold on to. I bet after this my hands are going to stink like metal. EW
Faster than you can say "fatcakes" the clothes spilled onto the floor. "Gods' teeth" I cursed. I know I'm old schooled. But guess what? I don't care. Right now I'm having a bad week and it's getting me moody.
I sighed and crouched down to pick up the clothes that fell. While I started doing just that, a strong tan arm started helping me.
"Let me help you with that." Said the sexy tan arm in a male british accent.
Which was hot and ... sexy.
I, still looking down, said "Thank-" I paused when I looked at him. Man, he was hot, just as his voice. But he looked a little familar.
He had dark brown hair, almost black. As I said before he had hazel eyes.
He looked like this:
"Oh, it's no problem helping you. It means I have an excuse being close to a beautiful lady, like you." He smiled at such ease that it was a little scary. In a good way.
"Ha. That's some joke" I laughed weakly.
"I don't see what's funny." He said in a confused voice. Which was SO cute!
"You called me a "beautiful lady". I'm not beautiful. I bet that old lady has a better chance of getting a boyfriend, than me." I said pointing to an old lady in a wheel chair flirting with an employer. You know, that's just sad. And I admitted to a hot guy. What's wrong with me, but I can't take those words back, not anymore.
I turned back to him and saw he was doing something I that I knew he would do, for some reason.
He was smiling. Those irrisitable lips curved upward, like nothing and made my heart pound a little faster. How do boys do that. I hate that. No fair, they can have super powers. Us girls just suffer the cramps when our period comes. The boys? Oh no, they can chill and make us girl's hearts beat faster than normal. That just sucks. Who's with me? But.... girls still rock. Hehe
"What? You know it's true." I said but couldn't help smiling with him. He makes me smile, like stupid. And I've only just met him!!
"No, I don't think so, she's way too old to get that guy, but you never know." He shrugged. "I'm smiling because, you don't know your beautiful and that's..... what makes you beautiful."
"Okay." I said slowly. Then said sort of quickly "Are you a poet or something, because you can money making those lines up, you know? Well, at first not much, but when time passes I bet you'll be rich. Then you don't have to worry about cocaroaches at your home. Because you know they are so gross, well for me, I don't know about you." Okay I know I'm babbling but I can't help it! And how did roaches get in the conversation? I was about to say another stupid thing, but he he chuckled "Okay. But I wasn't making those lines up. I'm not a poet, but I love to sing."
"Sure."I said slowly, again." And awesome I love to sing too! It's like ... experssing yourself. When you're on stage.... the spotlight is on you. You can let out everything that's inside you. You express the songs' mood in your own way. Like if I was heart broken about a break up one day, then I sing a break up song, I remember that day when it hurt the most."
"Finally someone knows how I feel! And it's great that we have at least something in common" He joked.
He stood up. I was about ask why, but that's when I noticed the clothes were already picked up. I was too busy paying attention ( I know ,wow for once!) to him and the conversation that I didn't noticed we were done. "Oh" I said softy while standing up.
"Yeah. I know. Here" He said giving me the clothes.
"Thank you" I told him.
"It's alright" He said with a wave of his hand.
"No. Thank you, I mean it. No one would've helped me."
"Well, that's rude" He said his face turned into digust. "You are supposed to help a lady. Not leave her on the ground when she needs it!"
"I know tell me about it" I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, I forgot. My name is Z-" He looked behind me. " I'm sorry I have to go" He said then started walking past me.
I turned around and saw him walk toward a "beautiful lady."
She sort of looked like this:
Then saw him wrap an arm around her slender shoulders. They started laughing. She was his girlfriend. I felt my heart drop..
I bet he was telling her "I met this ugly girl, you know the girl you saw me with, she acted SO stupid around me! I helped her 'cause you know how I am, and told her she was beautiful to make her feel a little better about herself. Then she started talking about roaches. ROACHES! But I swear she was SO f***ing ugly! I bet she doesn't need a costume in Halloween, not with her face like that!"
My heart twisted in pain. My vision was starting to get blurry. What did I care what a hot, sexy stranger with a name that started with a "Z", has to say about me? Right? So why did it hurt so much? It must be harmones. Yeah, that's it, yeah,.... harmones.
I lifted one shoulder to wipe one eye and lifted the other to wipe the other eye. When I finished wiping my eyes, Katie came back from the restroom.
"Hey, vas' happenin'!"She said. But then noticing my eyes said in a concerned voice "Wait. For reals, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just something got in my eyes" I lied. I didn't know why.
"Okay that excuse is ,like, so old"
"Fine, you know I can't lie to you." I said while she put a smug expression on her face.
"So what?" I asked innocently, trying to make time by acting dumb. Maybe she I'll go away. Okay not go away but you know she'll stop bugging me about this.
"Are you gonna tell me why you're crying?" She questioned me a little irritated.
"Oh" I paused. Then said "I was crying, not anymore. You know, past tense, so you got that wrong.So you don't have to worry anymore. I'm fine." I laughed weakly. Yeah, not my best lie but, hey it's something.
She gave me a look that said she doesn't want any witty comments from me, right now.
I sighed "Fine. But do me a favor first"
Now she sighed "What is it?" She said while rolling her eyes.
"Um....can you get your clothes. I feel like a huge alien bug is squishing me. And I noticed I don't like it." I told her out of breath.
"Oh" She said while grabbing her clothes. "Thanks"I said. Then she told me "Sorry. But, you really gotta stop with the aliens. It's starting to creep me out. And for the FYI THEY DON'T EXIST!!!!"
"You don't know that, they could exist. But the odd thing is that I'm scared that aliens are going to take me away in their UFO and kill me."She playfully hit me in the head and rolled her eyes.
"No. Now your wrong. If you got on the UFO it won't be unidentified, which is the "U" in UFO." She stated in a-matter-of-factly-voice. "It would have already been identified as an alien's spaceship."
"True." I agreed
"You know we're weird freaks?'' She said.
"Yeah. That's why we're BFF's." I answered. "Why are we talking about aliens again?"
"I don't know" She said.
I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It felt cool and relaxing. She forgot about, the why-I-was-crying-thing. Whew.
I guess my relief must of shown too much because she said "I know that face. You are SO not going to get away from this so easily, Sophia Cross."
Never mind the wave is drowning me now. OOOOO look at the fishies, WAIT. Those are NOT fishies. Those are sharks....with...with....th..the head of Kat's! She's coming after me....
"Soph." She snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Soph."
"Don't eat me!!!!" I bursted out, blocked my face with my hands, and leaned down a bit.
"Sophie, darling I'm not going to eat you. But I'll do something worse if you don't tell me why you were crying. I swear..."
"Okay!" I said. Awared that customers were listening to our conversation. "I will but when we don't have an audience to listen to our conversation." I whispered.
"Fine." She huffed.
It took awhile for the customers to stop looking at us and turn back into.....normal customers.
I told Kat everything. She said "He probably never said those things that you think he said to girlfriend. What if she was a girl and a friend, not his girl-friend? We've always known you had an over-reactive imagination."
She was right, about the over-reactive imagination part. And maybe she was right about everything else. She's always right about this stuff, girl stuff. That's why I love her (in a good way. I'm not homo.)(see I even think wrong). She always knows what to say.
"Maybe you're right" I told her slowly.
"Anyways you might never see him ever again. What a stranger thinks is the stranger's problem. You are perfect just the way you are. But if he has to say anything about you in your face or mine he can suck my-"
"Awww thanks, Kat." I said feelinng touched, but I also didn't want her to finish what she had to say. Little kids were looking (again) at us wierdly. But that's not unusual, we get those looks everytime, even before our "conversation".
"Don't worry about it. Come on there's a long line at the cash register." She said completely forgeting what she was going to say.
"Yeah, we better get in line" I say noticing the long line of customers waiting impationtly.
We haven't talked about the subject since then. And I haven't thought about him...until now that is.
But those eyes. It had something reassuring, something warm and something else, but I don't know what it is at the moment.
All I could think about was him.
Why did he help? No one would have helped me. They would just watch and never volenteer to help. Or give rude glares at me because I'm blocking the way.
I just want to know, why.
I don't know why I want to know. Maybe because deep down inside of me hopes that he like me or even....love me? That's stupid, for me to think that! He wouldn't notice a girl like me. He look looks like a super star god. He could get any girl he wants with a snap of his fingers, I bet. Why would he choose me? A tall not too skinny little bit fat but barley noticable, girl with plain brown hair and has pimples(okay like 2 pimples, but still.). I'm sort of nerd-ish, sometimes too quite, and love too read books. The only thing I like about me is my eyes, they're brown, but if it's in the right light it turn really pretty light brown. But....
They look familar like I met him before, but I could swear I haven't. Maybe I have, I don't know.
Those hazel eyes.
Um this is ,like, my first story ever. So don't be too hard me.
Um I had this idea ever since I read other FanFics about One Direction.
I was obsessed about it then but now not so much.
But I'll try my best to update quickly. It may take long because I write in my journal then I type it up.
Um if I offended anyone I'm SO SORRY!!! I didn't mean to.
So I'll be encouraged to write more.
Because if there isn't comments then I'll think I suck at writing, stop updating and put my pencil down for good.
Well unless I have too for school or something.
So please comment!!!!
P.S If I have any mistakes sorry. If I have any facts wrong or something can you help me out and tell me. Thanks!!! And Remember PLEASE COMMENT!!!