-For the sake of the story, we're going to say that the girl in that picture over there, is our little Mia. Okay? Okay.-

Mia was awoken from her so called "beauty sleep" by the sound of little kids screaming just outside. The girl groaned, and weakly lifted her head from her pillow- immediately feeling the pressure of a million rocks hit her head. Like every other night, she had went out, and got wasted. She was certainly not in the mood for screaming- especially not this early in the morning.

The severely annoyed popstar got out of her soft, warm bed, and staggered over to the window.  She saw her neighbor's kids playing in the street on their bicycles- screaming to each other. 

"I hope your kids get run over by a truck!" Mia yelled to her neighbor, who's face became completely blank in a matter of seconds. Mia slammed her window shut- so hard, she thought the glass would break. She knew that attempting to go back to sleep would be pointless, because she couldn't take even a little nap after she was up, so with a sigh, she decided to go and get ready for her sure-to-be-uneventful day.


After about nearly two hours, Mia was done getting ready. She strutted into her kitchen, clad in a revealing pink top, shorts so short they could pass for a belt, and tons and tons of gold jewelry. She had applied gold make up, black eyeliner, and added a pink handbag.

She was planning on spending the day with her friend, Lisa- who was an aspring model. Lisa was likely Britain's sweetest girl- always putting other people before herself. For a model, she sure was shy; she was the type of girl who still blushed when boys gave her compliments. She didn't have a boyfriend- while Mia had tons. Of course, none of them meant anything to her- she just had to keep up her image, you know?

But Lisa wasn't coming to pick her up for two more hours, so Mia decided to kill time by doing a Twitcam. She usually never did them, simply because she hated pretty much everyone on the planet, but she decided to make an exception. People might begin to catch on, and Mia didn't want to risk her celebrity status.

She set everything up, and waved to the camera, "Hellooo everyone!"

Her views instantly shot up, and many questions and comments began pouring in. One in particular  caught her eye, though.

I love you so much, I'd rather watch your Twitcam than Liam's! xx

Mia's mouth would have dropped, had she not been on camera. Did they mean, Liam as in, Liam from One Direction? Mia faked a smile, "I didn't know Liam was doing a Twitcam right now...This was kind of at random."

Her laptop dinged as another comment flew in;

Do your cheeks ever hurt? I mean, you smile like the damn joker.

Ouch. Mia had never recieved that comment. Usually when people commented on her smile, they were complimenting it. She decided to ignore it- probably hate from one of the 'Directioners' that had seen the interview and saw right through Mia's lies. Anyways, what did she care if one of the seven billion people on Earth didn't like her?

Mia plastered on her fake smile that she was so used to using, "Well, as you guys probably know I've never really done one of these before, so I honestly have no idea what to do. Any, like, suggestions?"

Sing a song! We love your voice! (:

The comment made Mia smile a real, genuine smile, "Sing a song, hm? What would you guys like to hear me sing?"

Nothing, I hate your voice.

Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

What Makes You Beautiful, puh-leaseee! x

It turns out that that one was the most recommended. Mia knew she would probably have to cut her vocal cords out after singing this- but, all the other suggestions were so obscure, she really had no choice. She hardly even knew how the stupid song went.

"Um okay..."

So she took a deep breath, and sang only the chorus;

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip you hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know, oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh oh, that's what makes you beautiful."

Mia felt like she was going to vomit. She usually never sang anyone else's songs but her own- but to her surprise, she actually liked it. She shook those thoughts away, though- it was a terrible, awful song, and they were a terrible, awful band.


We love you Mia! xx

Pretty good for someone who hates the band.

No comment.

Please, marry me. <3

A car horn sounded outside, much to Mia's relief, "Okay, guys. For those of you that know the lovely Lisa Mae, we're going shopping, so...Peace!"

She shut down her laptop, flicked it off, and scurried downstairs, skidding to a stop to slip on her flats. She rushed out the door, and slid into Lisa's glossy Camaro. For someone who wasn't completely rich and famous yet, Lisa sure did have a lot of cash.

"Ugh, do you think the mall sells acid?" Mia asked, kicking her feet up on the dashboard of the car.

Lisa chuckled at her friend, "I'm not sure. Why?"

Mia sighed, and leaned back a bit, "I'll tell you later. I'm still internally vomitting from it."

"That bad?"


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