Good Girl

They aren't the popular boys of the school that everyone is fascinated with. They aren't the star football players or the highest placing students. They're a band who is trying to prove to themselves and their parents that they should be allowed to leave school to pursue their dreams. I, however, am not like them. I am a high honor roll student, who only focuses on school work and my job. I don't have time for these boys, I'm a good girl. Though, as they might say, "Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.".

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4. Three;

"Mum," I call, loudly as I enter the house, on Friday after school, "I'm going out with Kara and Luke tonight. Just going to be hanging out is all."

She groans before she even is in my sight. "You're spending a lot of time asking to go out now," she hesitantly responds.

"We came up with a deal, mum," I state, getting slightly angry with her. "I can have my Friday and Saturday nights to myself as long as I am home studying and not going out every other night. Just because I never used it to go places other than Kara's before- well, it's not fair to deny me it now." 

She rolls her eyes at me, clearly upset, but also a little scared, "Whatever, Liliana. I'm not sure that these boys are the best for you. You've certainly never been a brat before."

I stomp upstairs to my bedroom, and slam the door, both actions loud enough for my mother to hear. I decide that I feel like looking “super hot” (in Kara’s words) tonight, because I never actually attempt to look nice. Plus, I want to impress the boys. Well, maybe mostly impress Ashton, but I feel no shame in that. I look at the clock and seeing that the time is 5:04, I realize that Kara should have been here four minutes ago. Almost as though she knows I am thinking about her, she charges into my room, breathing heavily for the fact that she's carrying a very large makeup box and at least five shopping bags. 

"Jesus Christ, Kara," I state breathlessly, staring at the variety of bags in her hands.

"Dad gave me his credit card. Plus, mum's mad at me, so she told me to stay at dad's this weekend. We're totally free to do whatever and not get into trouble," she laughs, a mischievous grin forming on her face. 

"Okay, the only problem is that we can't leave here looking like hookers," I say, nervously. "Mum'll be pissed- and she's already mad at me. Do you even know where we're going?" 

"A house party. Calum told me during English," she blushes. "Not sure where or who will be there, but we gotta look fine."

I suggest that we go to her dad's house now. That way, we will be able to get ready and go out without her mom or mine seeing us dressed in a way that they would not like, which, to be fair, is mostly any way at all. On my way out, I say goodbye to my parents, and even though they are upset with me, they respond kindly, saying "Love you" and "Be safe".

We get into Kara's car and head toward her dad's house, chattering excitedly about going out tonight. "I brought some of the dresses that Jean left me when she went away," Kara says, "But I also bought two new dresses with dad's card." I nod. Her sister had always been a party child, never listening to her mother and constantly sneaking out. She had an inkling that Kara could be the same way, and left her tips and tricks and clothes to make her teenage years fun. Kara wasn’t remotely a wild child, but she did go out way more often than I did. We’d been to some house parties before, but it always ended with me wanting to leave because of some guy who’d make me feel totally uncomfortable, or because I had to take care of Kara, who had probably spent the whole night binge drinking and whining that Calum Hood didn’t love her back.

When we arrive at Kara’s dad's house, he isn't home yet, and we go up to her bedroom and she drags out all of the different options that we have. I pull on the largest of the dresses. While I am not large, I am bigger than both Jean and Kara's petite frames. This dress hugs me uncomfortably. "Kar? Can I see one of the new dresses? There is no way I'm fitting into any of Jean's old ones."

She laughs and throws the bag at me. I find the dress that is sized a 6 and pull it on. It is quite tight, but unlike the other dress, it isn't uncomfortable. It fits like a glove, and I am quite pleased with it. It is black and small and sparkly and Kara has done just perfect in choosing it. "I also got you some cute heels," she says, adding "Don't worry, small heel," before I can freak out, since I’m pretty bad at walking in shoes that don’t have a heel.

I pull the dress off and begin to do my makeup and then do Kara's. She then does my hair and her own. We finally put our dresses on and, honestly, both look great. Kara's blonde hair is pulled up with tiny ringlets framing her face, and her dress looks a lot like mine, but she swears they’re different. She says that Calum texted her the address and that we should leave now, because she’s excited to see Calum. Suddenly, I feel very nervous about going to this house party. Mainly, because the boys hadn’t been at the few where Kara had dragged me, especially not Ashton Irwin.

"Oh shit, Lil. Calum said that it's just a small get together at his place now. Just the boys and us. I guess they’re not really into going out to big parties.”

We look down at an hour long hard work on ourselves, "We're very overdressed, then," I say. So, we change into some more casual clothes, and I choose to pull my hair up, and only wipe off the heavy eyeshadow I’d put on before. We leave the dresses and heels in her closet for the next time that we try to go out.

I feel a lot calmer as we're getting into Kara's car once again, heading for Calum's house. "What are they all like?" she asks me, suddenly seeming anxious.

"They boys? Well you know them already," I say, "Mikey is really loud and fun, Luke is, well, Luke. And Ashton is.. well, I don't know, exactly, Kara." I say laughing, "They all just tease me a bit. You'll seriously love them though. I doubt as much as you love Calum, though." I laugh.

She chuckles nervously, "God, like we've never talked outside of school. Do you think I act awkward around him? Sometimes I think I act awkward around him."

I think back on the multiple times I have seen how uncomfortable Calum looked when Kara would act strangely around him, and tell her, "Just be yourself. Like you are with me. He won't be able to resist you."

We arrive at Calum's and he answers the door, clearly already slightly tipsy. "It's so good to see you, Lily," he shouts, hugging me. "Oh, and there's Kara, oh hi! I'm so glad you came," he slurs, dragging out the word 'so'. We force him back in the house, before any neighbors can see him, and more importantly, see me, and follow him to his living room. His house is quite small in comparison to mine and Luke's and Kara's, but it is well decorated, with a rather primitive theme throughout.

Once in the living room, I see Luke, Ashton, and Michael spread out between the furniture, all laughing together. Luke notices me first and shouts, "Lily!" I wave to all of the boys, who have all turned toward me and are cheering, not even saying any comprehensible words. I look at my watch and notice that it is only 8:30. They should not all be this tipsy.

I'm dragged by Ashton to the sofa that he had claimed as “ours”, apparently. "Liliana! I'm so glad you're here," he mumbles, his face uncomfortably close to mine.

"Thanks, Ash. Glad I'm here, too."

Kara finally enters the room with Calum, an open beer in her hand, laughing at something that he had said. I sigh. I know that I'll be the only sober one tonight.

 

"Oh, Lily," Luke calls, dragging out my name. "Truth." Pause. "Or dare?" 

I roll my eyes at him, "This game is so dumb and why do you all keep coming back to me?" No one answers, and everyone just laughs. But it's true, Ashton went to me, then I went to Calum, who came back to me, and then I went to Luke, who is now coming back to me. "Fine," I sigh. "Truth." 

"Do you love Ashton?" he asks, referring to the curly-headed boy who, might I add, gets closer to me with each drink he finishes, and he just opened his fifth beer, though, I haven't seen him take a drink out of it yet. I look at Ashton, whose face looks like a sad, little puppy for a moment, before he buries it back into my sleeve. 

I chuckle slightly before answering. "No, Luke, I don't love Ashton," I say, dragging out the word love in the same manner that Luke had.

Everyone awes except for Kara, who is just smiling at Calum, who seems to mind her less when he is drunk, ensuring another eye roll from me. "Why not?" Calum asks. "He thinks you're super cute." 

"He never shuts up about you," Mikey adds. "He wants to take you on a date."

I feel bad. Because, if Ashton were not so drunk, he would probably be really embarrassed by all of this (I’m about ninety percent sure that Calum, Michael, and Luke would have no problem saying all of this sober), but I don’t think he actually realizes what’s going on completely. I've seen him blush on so many occasions this evening that I can hardly imagine how badly the other boys tease him when I'm not around. "I hardly know Ashton. I can't love him," I explain to the group, who all currently have the mental capacity of four-year old's. 

"Will you do it?" Ashton shoots up suddenly, startling me slightly. "Will you go on a date with me?" 

"Er, yeah, I guess, sure." I say, unwilling to hurt a drunk Ashton's feelings. To be fair, he'll probably forget all about it in the morning.

He sinks his face back into my side, content once more. I look around the room at my drunk friends who seem to have forgotten that we were even playing truth or dare, because after nearly ten minutes has passed, no one complains that I haven't chosen anyone to be next in the game. I listen in on the drunk conversation of Luke and Mikey while absentmindedly playing with Ashton's curls, twisting them around with my fingers. He hums lightly, so I assume that he’s enjoying it.

"I'm telling you, man," Luke slurrs to Mikey, "We're going to be big someday. We just feel so complete with Ashton." 

Mikey begins to agree but is cut off by Calum very quietly saying, "Guys, guys." We all looks toward him, wondering what it is that he's going on about, but his eyes are widely staring at his phone. "Guys," he says once again.

I shake Ashton to wake up, as he's slightly dozed off at this point. "Whaddizit," he mumbles but looks at Calum as well.

"What is it, bud?" Luke asks, moving over to Calum and taking his phone, his eyes growing wide as well. "Oh, my god." 

"What?" Mikey and I ask at the same time. 

Luke and Calum look over with the widest smiles that I've ever seen any of them wear and Luke says, "Louis Tomlinson tweeted about us." 

I am bumped to the side as Ashton stands straight up, freaking out. Mikey, too. It takes Kara a minute longer, because she's probably the most intoxicated one here, but she begins to squeal as well. I, however, sit in the same spot, unmoved and unknowing. Louis Tomlinson? I question inwardly. Undoubtedly, the name sounds familiar, as though I've heard it before, but I have no idea who he is. So I ask, "Who is Louis Tomlinson?" 

At this, everyone turns to me. "Oh, c'mon. You're a teenage girl, there's no way that you don't know who Louis Tomlinson is," Ashton says. "We all know who he is, and none of us listen to One Direction much," he smirks. "Well, except Calum, who is following all of them on Twitter."

Oh, One Direction! I don't listen to them either, but I do know that they're the biggest boyband in the world. Knowing this I remember that Kara has tickets to go to their concert here in Sydney next summer, and that I promised I would go with her. She's undoubtedly where I've heard his name before. "Wait, he tweeted about you guys?" 

Calum tosses his phone across the small space that separates us, and surely enough, I look at it to see, @Louis_Tomlinson: Been a fan of this band for a while now, everyone get behind them with a link to their latest YouTube post, their newest song Gotta Get Out. "That's incredible," I say, tossing the phone back at Calum.

"Oh my god, he said he's a fan! That's crazy... Should I, like, tweet at him?" Calum asks, as though he were contemplating doing something severely irrational.

"Of course!" Luke hollers, causing me to jump slightly, and disturbing Kara's newfound rest, which until now, no one had even noticed she'd fallen into.

Calum has noticeably moved away from her since so dramatically sobering up. I honestly feel for her, though. She likes him so much that it almost seems like Calum is acting mean toward her. But, she gets so nervous and acts so strangely around Calum, that no one can really blame him for not seeing her as a lovable girl. I definitely need to talk to her about loosening up around him, and teach her to act like the adorable girl that I know her to be most of the time.

"Well," Mikey say, "You know what this means, boys."

He is met with devious grins from the boys and a blank stare from me. "What does this mean?" I ask, laughing at how little I know. 

"Oh, dear, Liliana," Luke says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he always does when he's making fun of me. "This means we celebrate."

With that, Calum turns on some music and grabs another beer. And I thought the night was over. 

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