Hiya loves!
So I'm finally out for the school year. Joy.
And I have like 27 new obsessions that consist of Matt Smith, Breathe Carolina, and danisnotonfire. Be jealous.
This story'll be a step out of the crapped box that I already write in, so be warned. A thirtytwoshot is coming. [insert hysterical simultaneous laughing and sobbing here]
Chapter 1: Prologue
It's been a while since she's been out.
She needs to go out. Do something meaningful.
She needs to get her head out of the clouds.
Sighing, she rolled over in her cold, stiff bed, rubbing her eyes with fisted hands. Sleep would do her good. Through her lips slipped a quiet cough, making the petite girl wince in pain, her hand moving to hold herself in a sitting position. "Fuck," the blonde girl muttered, her feet sliding down to press down on cold, sticky hardwood flooring.
It wasn't until her eyes moved to meet the only source of light in the apartment that the girl really winced, her eyes stinging in the light. It was the norm that she ended up like this- tired, sore, and ruffled to no end. Not to mention the fact that she practically looked like a fart when she finally decided to climb out of bed; she smelled like one too.
Never would this girl ever figure out how she would always end up this way; she didn't do anything- other than sit in bed and self-sympathize. All she knew is that she'd climb in bed, sleep for a couple hours, wake up, and perspire until morning dawned.
Stumbling, the blonde stood up from her bed and scrambled across the room to the bathroom, groaning at the sight in the mirror. The girl sighed and leaned back in a long stretch, her hand reaching down to push one of the bathroom drawers open. She picked out her toothbrush and mindlessly turned the faucet on, swiping the brush across her teeth before putting it back in the drawer again.
It wasn't long before the blonde was in the kitchen, pulling out a cigarette and her lighter, lighting it absentmindedly and sucking in the smoke.
And then back to her room to be the socially awkward penguin that she was.
"Jo Taylor, get your pretty ass over here!" The blonde, Jo, sighed and whipped around, greeted with the sight of a ridiculously dressed method actress, scrambling to Jo's side. "Uh, hey, Camille," she began, her grin crooked as she looked the girl up and down. "And what exactly are you wearing?"
Camille smiled and spun around, her short, slutty dress ruffling a bit. "Some roll in a porno," the brunette shrugged before giggling, shaking her head at Jo's quirked eyebrow. "Nah. But it's some weird NCIS type show."
Jo nodded, guiding her friend out to sit on a lounge chair by the pool, her eyes scanning the area. Her eyes landed on her boyfriend, Kendall, and his fellow bandmate, James. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Kendall lean over James as they spoke quietly to each other, exchanging googily eyes with one other. The blonde finally pried her eyes off of her boyfriend to stare back at Camille, who shook her head in amusement.
"Jo, can't you just forget Kendall for five minutes? You two aren't even dating anymore," the brunette girl said, grabbing Jo's shoulder. The blonde stared down at her feet. I forgot.
Camille laughed and pulled the blonde to her chest, holding the squirming girl for a moment before letting her free. "What the fuck?" Jo fumed, her stare bearing into her friend. "Hey, it distracted you," the brunette reasoned, holding her hands up in defense. The blonde girl frowned and hugged her knees to her chest, closing her eyes. She needed a good smoke.
"I'm not that bad, okay," Jo finally mumbled, stealing a glance at her ex-boyfriend and his best friend. It hurt Jo to see Kendall moving on, forgetting the blonde girl completely as he flirted with his bandmate. She watched as James blushed lightly, smiling up at Kendall as they leaned against one of the three Palm Woods' terribly made gazebos- the same one that Kendall and Jo sat in when the boy asked her out so many months ago.
"Hello?" Camille slapped the blonde girl across the shoulder and sighed, grabbing the back of the girl's hoodie and dragging her away.
When they got to the lobby, the brunette forced Jo down on a seat, throwing herself into the seat across from her friend. "Jo," Camille said firmly, staring daggers at the panicked blonde.
Jo sat in silence, staring at her friend blankly. She couldn't let Kendall get to her head. She needed to go out. Or get something to distract her. Sighing, the blonde brought a hand up to rub the back of her neck, standing up. Camille coughed and stood up too, moving around the decorative table between them to place a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Hey, uhm, Camille," Jo got her friend's attention after a moment of silence between them, shuffling awkwardly. "What's that website that you always seem to choose over getting any kind of life?"
The brunette let out a chuckle and shook her head, smirking as she stepped back. "Tumblr."
The blonde girl stumbled through her apartment door, once again being met with a frigid, messy floor under her feet. She slammed the door behind her as she scrambled across the room, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on her way. One hand worked to shed herself of a bright colored, disgusting hoodie, throwing it onto one of her many piles of dirty clothes littered across the floor; her other hand pulled a cigarette out of the pack and let the rest of the box fall to the floor as she threw herself into the chair across from her computer.
The petite girl flicked her thumb across the lighter and lit the joint, settling the cigarette between two fingers while she dropped the lighter. Leaning back, the blonde puffed out a breath of the addictive nicotine, opening her laptop thoughtlessly.
She hated that she was doing this, since she dreaded any use of a computer and hated just the mention of having to settle one finger on the hell-like machine that took up valuable space in her apartment. But, nonetheless, she still had one for emergencies.
The blonde was completely overwhelmed when her desktop popped up on the screen, her hand moving to pull the cigarette out of her mouth so she could exhale smoke. Closing her eyes, the teen let in all of the information she could remember from past experiences on the computer, remembering basic shit.
After an hour of staring blankly at the screen, the blonde finally had Tumblr up and on the monitor, the petite girl having already smoked her way through three cigarettes. Coughing, she tried to think up something to search on the website, glancing over at her pack of cigarettes and contemplating smoking a fourth joint.
Biting her lip, she withdrew her hand from the box of joints and stared at the screen, hesitantly typing in 'Kendall Knight' into the tag search. A second passed and a picture popped up of her ex-boyfriend, her heart skipping a beat. As she scrolled down the website, the girl suddenly started loving Tumblr, inhaling every inch of the pictures that flooded down the screen.
It wasn't long before she was starting to see text posts from fangirls that were raving about Kendall. Blinking, the blonde dismissed them, convincing herself that she was over the crazy Rushers. At the same time, they scared her a little.
What really scared her, though, was when other pictures started floating down her computer screens. Ones that included Logan, and Carlos.
And James.
Inappropriate pictures.
Eventually, she realized that these fangirls were pairing her ex-boyfriend with his band mates, creating some weird-ass shit. "What in the fuck," the blonde coughed, staring down a photo shopped picture of Kendall and James kissing, the title being "Kames."
Scrolling back up to the top of the website, she hesitated before typing in 'Kames' into the search box. The blonde waited a moment before pressing 'enter', afraid of what would pop up. Eventually, she finally got the courage and entered the search, bracing herself.
As she scrolled through the many pictures and drawings of the two, she was about ready to explode, her heart beating faster than it should have been. Suddenly, through the flood of photos, came a long text post entitled 'Kames smut', making the blonde quirk an eyebrow as she read the introduction from the reader.
"Warning: contains hot homosexual relations!"
"Shit," the girl breathed, shifting in her chair as she thought of what that could possibly mean.
The blonde's eyes were wide as she devoured the last line of the "Kames smut", her whole body pressed against the front of her desk.
As she finished, the girls eyes moved hesitantly to stare out the window, just then realizing that she had a perfect view of Kendall and James out by the pool.
And, in that moment, Jo decided that she had a fetish for Kames.
Anddd, done with the prologue.
Hope you enjoyed it. Please review. It really helps. :3