Sad, Beautiful, Tragic.

This is about a girl. A plane Jayne if you will. Not the most beautiful girl, but pretty in a subtle way. She was odd with corks and wasn't perfect but perfect in her own way. She was the nicest girl you would've ever met. Genital and kind heated. This is how 5 boys of every girls dreams noticed her. They became friends but nothing more. Until things started to change-BIG things- and emotions flickered and things were never the same. This is the story of how a small town girl met some troublesome boys.

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8. Chapter 8, Milk Shakes Bring All The Boys To The Yard:

 

(Lucinda's note #1):

 

Basically this is how I met the boys that y'all know as One Direction. Brit didn't come back for me and I never really forgave her for it but I Liam and the boys did give me a ride back to my dorm were I traded numbers with Zayn. In the end I had fallen into my bed and dreamt about painting a award winning portrait of the boys and that Lou had gotten carrot mash on my work. Weird I know. But I've delayed you from the story long enough. Now for chapter 8;

 

Chapter 8, milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard:

(1 month later)

 

OK daddy I find a different top.” Liam gives me the stink eye. My shopping trip with Brittney went well- good for her at least. She had bought loads of low cut/tight tops, skinny jeans and high heels as well as make up galore, bloody thongs and much, much, more. I was currently wearing a light pink short sleeved flow-top the said:

___ you and a pair of high wasted Salvation Army skinny jeans. My worn out white Chuck Taylor's on my size 8 feet. Liam didn't like how my shirt could be taken so I was being forced to go back into my dorm and change my shirt. I unlock the door and dash to the closet, making my mid-back black curls bounce around. I pull out my grey and white Ramones crew neck that I got online. I grabbed my side kick and high tailed it out of my room, making sure the automatic lock on my door clicked.

When I returned downstairs harry had materialized and was wearing my outfit. Same white chucks, Ramones tops (Even though his was black and short-sleeved) and bouncy curls.

“Have you been watching me?” He scolds. I quickly shake my head no and he laughs at my discomfort. I turn to Liam;

“Were to captain?” I salute.

“I was thinking about making the drive to milkshake city since there are only 3 of us.” Harry answers for Liam. Apparently Zayn and Lou were with their girly friends and Niall had a doctors appointment  to attend so it was just me, Harry, and Liam.

“Let's do it!” Cheers Liam.

25 minutes later we arrive. Surprisingly we were the only people there besides 3 male workers.

“I'd like a chocolate shake with Cadbury caramel, Peanut Butter and strawberries.” Liam hands the boy 4£s but I detest.

“I want to pay for you babe.” Liam smiles at me and I blush.

“What about me?” Harry wines. Liam just shakes his head no. Harry gets vanilla shake with malt teasers, Oreo cookies, chocolate sauces, and a cut up banana. What an odd boy. Liam also gets a vanilla  shake with snickers, twix, crumbled up wispa bar and crumbled up caramel galaxy bars.

“How on earth can you boys get hard chocolates on shakes? They freeze and are just gross.” I make a face at their shakes.

“Because they're delicious and taste amazing frozen.” Scoffs Harry.

“Or not.” I mumble under my breath.

“What's that love?” Asks Liam.

“Nothing.” I smile sweetly at Liam. He sticks a finger in his shake and wipes it on my nose.

“Oh no you didn't just do what I think you just did.” I mock horror. Liam just smile sheepishly and shrugs his shoulders, going back to his drink. I pull in straw full of shake and pull the straw out, spitting it at Liam.

“Opps.” I shrug as Liam wipes his eyes clear of my shake. Harry's still cracking up at me and Liam's misfortunes. I look to Liam and he nods. We both dump part of our large shakes in Harry's mop of chocolate brown curls. This causes him to freeze and Liam takes a picture as do I.

“Not cool you guys.” Harry says, pouting.

“Let's take a picture!” I squeeze in between Liam and Harry and pull out my IPod. Harry and Liam kiss my cheeks as I take the picture, trying not to turn red as a tomato. They pull away and I return to my seat.

“Harold you got milk shake in my hair AND my face.” I say, whipping my face, freeing it of his nasty milk shake.

“Here! Have some more.” And he proceeds to shake his curls out like a dog, splattering Liam and I in drops of milkshake.

“Eww!” I shriek but Harry and Liam just laugh.

“It's not funny.” I pout.

“But it is.” Harry smiles cheekily. I shake if his cheekiness and let my head roll back to absorb the fresh March air, just glad to be with the boys. It had taken months to get to the point where we were good friends so the rest of December, All of February, and most of March we (Liam and I) texted, met up a couple of times and just got to know each other. In all honesty this was my first time around one of the boys besides Liam.

“Speaking of being stuck in her daydream at 18, anything new  you Luc?” Asks Liam snapping me out of my, well, daydream.

“Not much, Brittany's finally off my ass when it comes to my choice in clothing, And I have to paint some one for my life drawing class and I still haven't found a model willing to sit threw my 3 and 1/2 hour long class.” I rub my forehead in frustration.

“I'll do it.” Volunteers Harry.

“Really?” Me and Liam ask at the same time.

“Yep.” He pops the p, “I've been told that I look good in paint.” He smirks. I roll my eyes. In all honesty I was thrilled that Harry had volunteered but also quite nervous to be around the curly haired one.

“Harry that was one time and we were ALL covered in that bloody blue paint. And I'm pretty sure it was power of sorts.” Liam scolds Harry across the table and I can help but smile at the boys.

“What are you smiling about love?” Asks Liam.

“You to bicker like little kids.” I blush, “And Harry I'd love it if you were my model.”

 

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