It's So Easy | Buddy Holly

Bus

I hear someone behind me. "Excuse me, but Violet Holly is gorgeous." A masculine voice says.

My eyes widen and I turn around. I hold the paper next to my face and smile like I did in the picture.

"Oh my God. You're her!" The man has dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. He's wearing a leather jacket and his hair is slicked back. Greaser.

I nod. "That's me."

"Don't you have a sister?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"What's her number?"

"She's married with kids. Nice try, though."

He shrugs. "Well, you're stunning. Too bad you're married. I woulda snatched you right up otherwise." He winks and turns and walks away.

I decide against reading the rest of the article and just to head back to the bus.

When I get back, more people are there. I just walk up to the group I was with before and I hand Dion the paper.

"Thanks, Vi." He looks down at it and gasps. "Holy fuck." He whispers. "You're the next beauty icon?" He hands Buddy the paper.

Buddy looks down at it and laughs. "I already knew that, you are okay lookin'." He smiles and pulls me over to him.

"Can I see?" Ritchie asks.

Buddy hands over the paper.

"You are really pretty, in a not weird way." Ritchie laughs. He's a cute boy. Not like a 'I want to kiss you' way, but more like a puppy.

I blush slightly. "Thank you."

"Did ya read the article?" Buddy asks, draping his arm around my shoulders.

I shake my head. "Just looked at the front page."

"You should really read the article." Richie passes back the paper.

I look down and cringe at my face. I don't think I'm ugly by any means, I just don't like seeing myself in the media. At least I'm not just referred to as Buddy Holly's wife.

Could Violet Holly be the next beauty icon? Violet Rosline Holly is the wife to the famous rock 'n' roll star, Buddy Holly.

There it is.

Many young girls have claimed to style their hair and makeup after her, saying that she has an 'effortless' and 'alluring' nature to her. Her long, dark red locks and perfectly curled bangs is a look that many lust after. Her bottle green eyes have a certain glint to them that make people of both genders swoon. There's no doubt that Violet is a natural beauty. Her unique style of Euro-chic is drop dead fabulous. Her thin yet curvy stature is jaw dropping. Her cinched waist and larger bust and backside are all envy worthy. She has an influence today's style; however, Violet Holly is certainly going to keep rising as a role model and a fashion superstar. She certainly is going to be the next beauty icon.

I laugh and roll my eyes. "Euro-chic? They said that I have a 'unique style' of euro-chic! I dress like every other woman in the country. I don't think the author of the article knows what a compound sentence is, either. Most of them are choppy and...weird."

Dion takes the paper and scans it. "I mean, I'd say you're alluring, I guess? And both genders are swooning?"

I shrug. "I have no idea what's going on with this. They did a really shitty job at describing me."

Dion nods. "Yeah, geez. You're more than just your looks."

"Ha! Barely. Your looks are the only reason I married you!" Buddy jokes and kisses the side of my head.