Ugh, why so dark?
Show yourself more cutie!
Ur hot, but need more light!
2 dark, cant c.
I sighed as I had to agree with the people. The selfie I had taken was dark, mostly because I took it at night and used my room's light. Yeah, the quality wasn't the best because I didn't have professional lighting, but I was sick and tired of them saying it was too dark.
There was only once way I could get a better picture.
The universe was on my side, or so I thought when I walked downstairs from my bedroom that was basically a very large attic. I had picked the loft because my mom was too lazy to run up all of the steps. My big ass was too, but at least if there was a murder, then they would have a hard time getting up.
Anyway, I was thankful towards the universe because mom wasn't home. That way, she wouldn't be asking me why I would be taking so many pictures of myself.
I moved stealthy across the house with my phone. A picture of my face was taken, but the photo still came out too dark. I didn't think it was too dark, but I knew the people of Cutesy would bitch about it. It was time to do something drastic.
The coast was clear once more on the outside. There were no people walking on the sidewalk, no one was driving by, not even a new couple was walking to the Wallers, the swingers. Everything was perfect for me to go outside, no people, the sun was out, and my mom was gone. And the best part? Theo, wait no, Terry, no not the math idiot, T something wasn't out. I didn't have to come out of my nicely shut shell for him.
My camera showed my body moved when I walked with my phone pointing toward myself. It was difficult to watch out for the little bundles of weeds while making sure I looked good in the camera. But somehow, I managed to walk around the block. Now, I'm not saying that my area of the block is normal, it's not normal at all, but going farther down... it was disastrous. Kids with bare feet ran, mothers without bras chased after them and grannies sat there rocking their chairs. It was hard to see how bad it was getting.
Something needed to change.
No, not my direction, well my particular direction though I was getting a little too far away from home for my taste. The direction of how everything was going with the part of the town. Sighing after I saw an old guy sitting on his porch, shirtless, toothless and with a shotgun in his hand, I turned my ass back around.
I was looking at the pictures that I took and crinkled my nose. If one picture didn't have me squinting my eyes because of the sun then it had something in the background like a kid running away from his mom.
Another reason why I hated people.
Another reason why I hated people was because they didn't know how to make a decent sidewalk.
My stupid ass, though I'm definitely smarter in other situations though like I've probably stated before, the universe hates me, was looking at my phone. Now, yeah, it was becoming a little crazy how I was staring at my phone so much but I was looking for the right picture, the one that would make me find the best guy out there. The phone was my number one priority at that moment, I didn't see that Theodore or Teddy was sitting on the curb and I didn't notice the sidewalk.
How I should have noticed the damn sidewalk.
A big piece of broken sidewalk wobbled wickedly under my foot, breaking my balance. As I fell slower than the Titanic, I saw my life and the shitty pavement flash between my eyes. Well, before I squeezed them tightly as reality and gravity came crashing down. I say, one of the best things about being a chubby, awkward girl beside not having to talk to someone is having a little extra cushion.
My body rolled to the side to at least let anyone if they were passing by to keep on going as I laid there like a big worm. The grass was softer than the stone cold broken sidewalk. Tiny spikes tickled my cheek and were even nice enough to catch the little rocks and leaves that my hair caught into its grasp.
"You alright, Ms. Invisible?" I felt my insides die at the sound of the familiar Irish roll.
"Oh, no.." I groaned.
"Oh yes." He responded. "Here, let me you up, Ms. Invisible." He said deeply.
His hand was held out. His long fingers that had each had a letter on it, spelling out "LOVE". The other one spelled out "FIGHT". I was actually glad that he held out the love hand though it wouldn't be much help to me. There was no way he would be able to pull me up. Yes, even though his thin arm showed a very good sized muscle on his bicep, but it didn't mean that he would be able to pull me up.
"Will you stop calling me that!" I tried to scoot in the grass to get further away from him. Not because he repulsed me but to save myself from the embarrassment of him trying to pull me up.
"Tell me your name then I will!" He chuckled before walking more towards me. "Let me help you up."
"Don't try, I don't want to break you." I swatted at his hand.
"You're not going to break me, trust me." He winked. His hand grabbed mine at a lightning speed. Okay, now I'm not a creep, I've stated that before. But I couldn't help but to look at his muscle flex as he pulled me up carelessly. Too carelessly.
My nose bumped his chest. His t-shirt was soft though my nose didn't think so but the more I thought about it, the softer it got. It smelled like good detergent with a hint of smoke. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get the smoke smell out of it.
"Told ya." I looked up at him, wide-eyed. He didn't share the same expression as me, instead, he winked. Again.
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Banx: Hey! How are you?
I eyed the surrounding area of where I was. Unfortunately, I was at school in the middle of lunch time. So far, everyone stayed in their business while I sat at the edge of the table by myself. I had chosen the end of a table that hosted a few nerds that kept to themselves.
Me: Hi, I'm good. How are you?
Banx: Super bored.
Oh no.
My heart was beginning to drop once more. At least at that time my thumb was ready to hit the block button.
Banx: Thanks for asking, though. Favorite food?
Me: Hm... I don't know.
I smiled. So far, I didn't get a feeling that they were a creep.
"Ms. Invisible!" There was a large bang come from the table and sounded like it was right across from me. I had to furrow my eyebrows when setting my phone down, locking it so no one saw what I was doing.
"Theo?" I jumped.
"Thorin, actually." He sighed. Thorin! That's right!
"What do you want?" I hissed quietly while leaning over the table. My head went from side to side to see if someone was looking at us. They were. The nerds that usually kept quiet were looking at us.
I slapped my hand over my face.
"Why were you walking outside yesterday?" He didn't take the hint and kept his voice loud.
"I don't know, to exercise?" Even I didn't convince myself.
There was no way I could tell him that I was trying to take pictures of myself for an app. Not only would he make fun of me, he would probably tell someone else. He already caused enough attention to me, I didn't want any more of it.
"In..jeans?" He said slowly while nodding his head. "You were exercising in jeans?"
"....yeah."
"CUTESY!" My phone screamed. His head turned directly towards the sound.
The phone fumbled in my fingers as I tried to push it down into my bag. "CUTESY!" The demon voice ranged once more.
"What's cutesy?" He eyed me with his little black orbs. They had an interested look in them, a look I didn't want.
More people were looking at us, looking at me and then to Thorin before going to their table. I felt my throat becoming dryer by the second as more pairs of eyes looked at me. At first, I was thinking about shoving Thorin out of his chair and the hell away from me. No, it wasn't even his chair. It was the chair that always sat empty across from me. But I couldn't because it would cause more attention.
"Thorin, get out of here." I hissed.
"Make me, Ms. Invisible." He made a fist with his FIGHT hand and leaned over the table. I eyed it, and he even saw me eyeing it. "Don't worry, I won't use it on ya." He laughed before leaning back into his seat. I mean, the school's seat.
"Thorin!" The girl with red curls I saw moving boxes came over. Her accent was as strong as his but still noticeable. "Why are you messing with this poor girl?" She sent me a sympathetic look that I took dearly.
"I'm not bothering the girl, Mel. I'm just asking questions." He turned to face her, sending off bad vibes.
"That is bothering." I added.
Mel looked at me and snickered before holding out her small hand. "I'm Melody, but you can call me Mel."
"Flora." I added and instantly regretted it.
"So that's your name!" Thorin's face lightened up though the tattoo on the very edge of it made it seem kind of dark. "Finally!"
God damn it, why was his accent so cute?