The Real World | trevor Moran / 5sos

Chapter 20

Can't blame a girl for trying ~Sabrina Carpenter

Ordinary ~Ricky Dillon

Heartbreak girl ~5sos

About the boy (acoustic) ~Little mix

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I hung out with Troye all day.

Kian ditched our date.

I opened the door to reveal Luke.

"H-hey do u want to go to um- woah are you ok?" He asked pointing to my neck.

I nodded. "So what were you saying?"

"Do u want to go to cedar point with me, Zoey, and Ashton?"

"Sure just let me change into a more comfortable outfit. Um you could come in if you'd like?"

With that he stepped into the room.

Troys walked out of my bed room, a shocked look plastered on his face but he quickly wiped it off.

They shook and sat at the couch talking, whist I went to my room.

Ok changing.

What to wear...

I tapped my cheek with my index finger.

I don't feel like dressing nice I told myself.

As I pulled open a drawer it revealed my comfy clothes.

I picked up a pair of grey sweats.

Ugh yes please.

But I can't. I'd be too hot.

So, I picked up my high waisted black shorts.

I then dug through my closet to find what I was looking for.

I found it and snatched it.

I take off my cardigan and shirt, and pull it on over my bra.

Ahhh, comfy.

I tucked me shirt into my shorts.

I look in the mirror at my outfit.

Black high waisted shorts and a PINK black and white long sleeve/sweatshirt.

I took off all my makeup, but then realized I needed some to cover up my blood and crap from the earlier thing.

So I reapplied my liquid consoler.

I just pushed down a few loose strands of my hair with my hand, then I was off.

"Ready?" Luke asked as I exited my room.

"Yep."

"Ok let's go, Ashton and Zoey and probably getting impatient." I nodded and headed for the door, finding my flip flops and slipping them on.

He must have invited Troye, because he tagged along.

The drive was to the air port, oh ok.

We took a plane to....

"Sandusky, OH" the ticket read.

I passed it to the girl and border the plane.

I had a middle seat in an isle towards the back.

I sat down next to the little boy in the seat to the right of mine.

"Ew, cooties." he spoke quietly as i sat down.

His mom, from the isle across from us, gave a little nudge saying "shh, be polite."

He nodded with a frown and turned back to me, "sorry."

"It's ok." I gave his cheek a little poke.

Then, a group of people came succoring onto the plane.

One of those people, was the person who would take the window seat next to me.

A boy around my age, hopped past the little boy, then me, and took his seat.

Dark brown hair, in a beautiful quiff. He had short eyelashes and big blue eyes, boy did it work for him. He wore a hollister shirt, and khakis.

Man he was cute.

As he got situated, he noticed me staring.

Oh crap.

He did that head nod thing that guys do and said "hey." with a smirk.

Probably a fuck boy but hey, whatever.

I had no idea what to say back. like guys don't talk to me. well not cute ones.

"Hey?" I responded with a confused look, probably since I was sharting my pants.

The little boy next to me sat and played on his leap pad.

"So where you going?" He asked looking me up and down.

"Uh, cedar point." Suddenly I was questioning my lazy attar.

Why didn't I dress cuter?

"What about you?"

He pulled out his iPhone from his pocket.

"Um I have a uh modeling gig up here." He told me while texting someone.

I gave a questioning look.

"I'm a model for Hollister."

Oh sweet Jesus.

How do I even function?!?

"So can I have your number?" He asked.

MY NUMBER?

He wants MY number?

WHAT IS IT? Opposite Day?!

"You know just incase you ever need help." He handed me his phone.

"Umm uh sure."

I typed in my name and number.

He took his phone back.

We shared little talk throughout the rest of the ride.

I hope this plane ride never ends.

I could spot Luke from the aisle across, a displeased look on his face.