CONFESSION ONE
Her hand graced his slightly,feeling an electric shock spark through their fingertips. She blushed slightly, staring up at him. "Are you okay?" he asked, his smile revealing bright teeth and shining eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied hesitantly, catching his gaze with her warm brown eyes. Suddenly, they both began to lean forward into a kiss,caught in each other, forgetting the world....
"Viv? What are you doing?" my mom asks, staring at me quizzically while my eyes still lock on the screen, caught in my work. I quickly close the tab and open up my Government essay on word.
"AP gov essay. Kinda zoned out into it," I chuckle slightly, trying to cover the lie. "Oh well... Study. AP tests start in three days but I'm not too worried about it. You already got into school.," she says flatly, leaving the room just as quickly as she came, closing the door on her way out.
I scroll over to bring the safari page back onto my MacBook. Wattpad. Ever heard of it?
I have to say that it's about the fifth best thing I have ever discovered on the internet(that is after One Direction, Jenna Marbles, Dear Blank Please Blank, and iwastesomuchtime).Frankly, it keeps me sane.
I've been writing my own stories for a while. Most of them are fanfiction to help soothe the sexual frustration I get from being a major One Direction fan. Recently, I've been branching out, writing paranormal and non One Direction stories.
I'll admit that I'm not the most popular person on wattpad, but I'm not to shabby. The first story that I wrote got to 300K reads last week. I
guess I'm popular for once there.
I hit publish and added another chapter to my newest story to my account named "Viva la Viv",getting fifty reads in an hour and ten votes and some comments. "Not bad," I whisper to myself, writing the concluding paragraph of my Government essay on the effects of the Miranda Laws.
"Are you sure you aren't hungry?" my mom asks, popping her head in snootily. "I hate earlier. While you were shopping," I state with a smile. "Good. I was really starting to get worried about you Viv!" she closes the door again and I have an urge to lock it but I know I will get grounded for that.
Truth is, I haven't eaten all day. No one knows. All they see is that I'm loosing weight and constantly comment on it, making me feel justified in my decision. My friends used to always compare me to the girl version of Niall, scarfing down anything I could get my grubby hands on. I wasn't that overweight or anything.
I just felt uncomfortable in my own body. It's really hard to look at people like Eleanor Calder and to be able to convince myself that I'm beautiful. Now don't tell me that "you don't know you're beautiful" crap right now. Trust me I love One Direction to death and back but I'm a better person now, a different person. I turn 18 at the end of may then go to USF. Enough about my insecurities for now, I have too many to talk about in one sitting.
I check the clock on my iPhone and jump, 3 o'clock? My shift starts at four. I slip on a dark blue Vneck and jeans, changing out of my polar bear pajamas. I toss my phone with my Barista uniform into my tote of a London pay phone aka the tardis.
Putting some mascara, eyeliner, and a gold eyeshadow is enough. I'm plain and simple, not trashy. I have reddish brown hair(auburn if you must) and large but very faint freckles scattered across my face they are easy to cover up with makeup. I have brown eyes that everyone describes as warm and big. When I think of warm brown eyes I think of Liam's eyes and mine don't seem like that. Yeah, everything reminds me of One Direction.
The Starbucks where I work is only two blocks down so I set off, wrapping a SF giants jacket around me. I take in the smells and commotion of the city as I move by. We live in an apartment complex in the heart of the city. They are kind of expensive but my mom wanted to splurge. She divorced my abusive father after so much that we have been through in my hometown. I want to just move past it. I moved to San Francisco last year and it seemed to be the only dream I shared with my mother.
Arriving at the shop brings an influx of smells and of course, customers. I run back seeing that Alyssa left early just as she said she was to go out with her boyfriend. Of course, it's Saturday,everyone seems to have a life on the weekends. They have friends to go out with and dates to attend.
My best friends Claire and Abby are out of town this weekend on different occasions. Claire has softball and Abby is going to a wedding.
My other good friends are the Watson fraternal twins but I don't know, Lizzie had a dance today so I just would be left wish Joshy. It's really no fun to go to the movies alone with a guy unless its romantic. Josh and I are in no way romantic. Besides, I get off at 10:30 I'll probably just finish up some AP French homework and spend the rest of the night on tumblr like an other proper fangirl.
"I'll have a venti mocha latte. Whole milk," the man in front of me says, throwing me out of my concentration. I didn't even see him come there. "Can I get a name?"
"Adam," he gets out and I see the suit he's wearing, probably just coming from work a bit early. I hand the cup to Jack behind me who makes the drink.
Turning around swiftly to get the next order, someone hollers my name. "Viiiiiiiiv. I didn't know you worked here!" a female voice says and it turns out to be no other than Gabbi Conners. "I didn't know you went to this Starbucks..." I hiss out, as she wraps her arm around her perfect boyfriend teasingly.
"We want coffee...." she says with a smile, tickling his back as he seems oblivious to her plan to piss me off. "Well you came to the right place Gabbi. How did you know Starbucks would have coffee?" Her smirk falters, going into a frown. "Tall iced caramel macchiato and a tall mocha coconut," she spits out.
I flash a triumphant smile as I ring her up, getting her to pay. She drops a penny into the tip jar mischievously, "Here's your tip. I know you need it seeing you mother is in bad health. Bless her heart." She forms a catholic cross on her chest, pretending to sound mournful. I take a deep breathe, wanting to jump over the counter to wring her neck.
She kisses her boyfriend sweetly on the lips and I swear her eyes twinkle at me. I look away at Jack making the orders quietly behind me. He's a college student and looks like a typical hipster with his horn rimmed glasses and corduroy pants. I try to study things at the other side of the room, pushing away the fact that I have never even been kissed.
I had a really good friend when I first moved here that I confided everything in. I thought she understood my pain but as soon as I became a better student than her, she knocked my social standings down to the floor, exaggerating every bit of the story to be irreversible.
The rest of the shift goes by slow, just a few people chatting after work and I speedwalk back home, feeling uncomfortable in the dark. Just as I'm about a block away, they have the monthly bike mob. Half the guys are naked and none are attractive. The bright lights and noises blind my senses, as I stand in shock, unable to cross Market Street.
A woman carrying three dozen flowers groans behind me and soon enough I have five people moving. The lady with the flowers whispers obscenities to herself then announces,"If we go in a big group they will swerve." The tourists behind us squirm, obviously unaware of what goes on in San Francisco at night.
Without another word I dash into the street, practically running. A guy wearing nothing but a rainbow afro goes around me and I'm in the clear. "Brave girl," the man behind me gives me a fist bump and I suddenly feel my self confidence come back a bit.
Within minutes I'm back at home, alone. Mom worked the night shift even though her gallbladder had stones in it. She works on and off, depending on how she feels. I grab the goldfish from the pantry, finally trying to eat something.
I get back onto my MacBook and open up wattpad to see an influx of people online, messaging me asking for tips. I have plenty of fans, most of them having less than a 1000 reads. I scrolled past my profile, seeing my number of reads again. Suddenly I notice that I just got to 800 fans. I smile to myself and type a message to all fans, thanking them for their support through everything.
Right after I send that, Claire texts me.
From: Claire Bear
Driving home with fam. Should be back in an hour. How was work? :D
To Claire Bear:
Terrible. Gabby showed up with her new boy toy and made my shift a living hell. She has hated me since she first locked eyes with me.
As I text her, I reply to some messages, explaining to most girls that I'm not taking any more reading requests anymore and thanking them for their support.
From Claire Bear:
She's just jealous of you y'know?
I scoff to myself, sliding the icon over across my lock screen to type.
To Claire Bear:
Jealous of what? My social status? My boobs? All the guys that are rushing to be my boyfriend?
I update the stories in my library seeing that Claire's story was updated yesterday. Her books aren't like mine. Hers are off personal experience. The one she is writing right now is about her misadventures as a freshman with a senior dickhead boyfriend. Her writing is always humorous, just like her bubbly. personality
Sweeping my hair back into a ponytail, three more messages come into view online.
Danielle90210: I love your story! Can't wait to read more!
Izzypop: could you read my story "Everything About you?"
xDirectionerBoyx: Hey babe. just finished reading some of your work. Kinda loved it even though I'm a guy. Keep writing k?
I skim over the first two messages and pause at the last, bringing a large smile to my face.
1. He called me babe
2. He's a guy
3. He liked my story
Do guys like this even exist?
VivalaViv: a boy reading my stories and enjoying them?hot damn. Directioner boys exist? :$
xDirectionerBoyx: haha we do exist. It's possible. And we seem to love girls who don't take us for granted ;)
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HEYY!!
I hope you liked my first chapter!
It's a little bit different. Written from the point of me the writer.
Most of the stuff Viv is going through I am too... Just saying. I have a pretty interesting life story. I edited out some parts of my life but this story is pretty true to me.
Vote, comment, and share with your friends I need all the support on this I can get! Yayyyyy XD really excited for this story!
~Millennia :D