A small story based on somebody I know from real life - but don't worry; they're nothing like the guy in the story :L Please Vote & Comment - much thanks <3

I stared at the Facebook homepage for the millionth time, hoping another notification or inbox or SOMETHING would come up! I looked at the clock, only half past four. I had fifteen minutes before I had to go meet Pete. I guess a couple more minutes on the computer couldn't hurt, right? Suddenly the little red icon popped up out of nowhere, telling me I had an inbox. It was from my best friend, Lena. I opened it up and was greeted with a long list of messages from last night. Despite the time, I read over them all and laughed all over again. God, Lena was so funny! Finally, I reached the bottom to see what Lena had just wrote. It read, "Hey Fishface, how're you?" Smiling to myself, I tapped away at the keyboard to reply. I read over, "Eh, speak for yourself toerag. Good thanks, you?" I sent it and looked back at the time. My heart jumped. It was 5 to 5. Pete was going to kill me! I logged off facebook and rushed upstairs, quickly, and I mean super quickly fixed my hair, grabbed my phone and dashed out of the door. I was halfway down my path before I realised I wasn't wearing any shoes. I cursed under my breathe and ran back inside. I violently tugged the shoe cupboards door open. Dropping my phone onto the tiles, I sat down and began to slip on my converse. I was rushing too much and I ended up slipping when I got up. I looked at the floor as I heard my familiar ringtone filled the silent air. A lump formed in my throught. Nethertheless, I picked the phone up and answered. Pete's angry tone hit me before I even registered what he said, "Where the FUCK are you, Fayre?! I'm standing here alone and the guys are laughing at me." I stood tense, biting my bottom lip. I wished I could shout back, but I had no will too. I just done the only thing I could do, and lie. "Sorry, Pete. Please forgive me, my dad said he'd give me a lift and he's running a bit behind. I'm sorry. I love you." I heard him sigh through the phone, there was a pause and all he said back, still angry, "Whatever." I told myself he was just saying that because he was mad, but inside I knew he would have said it no matter what mood he was in. Gathering my thoughts and feelings up, I shouted upstairs to my dad. He didn't hear me, so I went to find him. He was in my room, with a big paint rolling thing. I'd forgotten my room was getting redecorated. He took one look at me and chucked. "Matching your room already?" I smiled back, I was wearing a bright yellow top with green skinnys and of course my green converse. Yes, I do realise they clash. But they're my favourite colours, so I don't give a crap. I jumped straight to the point, nervously fidgeting, "Dad, can you give me a lift down to the supermarket, I'm a little late to meet-" He cut me off as he dropped his paintbrush into the bucket, "Pete? That boys forever rushing you out and about, isn't he?" I bit my lip, my dad didn't quite like Pete. In fact, he truely despised him. "Please." I whimpered. My dad softened up, as much as he hated Pete, he did love me. Sighing, he pushed his painting cap down and shuffled past me. "Get in the car, I'll be a minute." I jumped for joy and rushed downstairs, barely remembering to pick up my phone. I heard my feet hit the pavement as I rushed to my dad's van. It was old, and decorated random colours, all hippie like. Pete hated it. I, was completely in love with it. I heard my dad shut and lock the front door and saw him waddling towards me. I'm so glad I look like my mum. I mean no offence to my dad, it's not like he's butters 'n' all. It's just, well, I like my blonde hair and green eyes. I have his curls, and his pale complexion. But everything else about me is all my mother. The van started up and my father and I blasted the Beatles out as we chug-chug-chugged along, as my mother would say. We passed all the shops downtown and I noticed my dad was taking the long way, he really did like winding Pete up. I didn't really care though, because all that mattered this very minute was Me, my dad, The Beatles and Betsy - the van. This moment ended all too soon as I saw the bright sign announcing we had just entered the carpark. My stomach flipped. I mean, most relationships were great. But being Pete's "other-half" was hell. Literally, I can't tell you how many times I've been 'burnt'. However, there is nothing in my heart that tells me to get rid of him, because I like him. Alot. I know he's just using me because I'm pretty and lots of people like me, but c'mon, I'm a girl. I don't know any better!

   Anyway, my dad dropped me off right in front of the store. Of course, as soon as Pete saw Betsy he went red with embarresment, or anger. Either way, it was pretty funny.  I stepped out, and Pete raised his eyebrows at what I was wearing. He's really serious about me dressing 'in fashion'.  His friends wolf whistled at me, not quite realising who I was. I said goodbye to my dad and I walked over to Pete. His friends just looked at him, finally taking it in. He gave me a look I knew so well, a look that meant "play along." I walked over to him and swung my arms around my neck, giving him a quick peck before resting my head on his shoulder. His breathe tickled my neck as he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, a little TOO tightly. When we pulled away from each other, one of his mates started talking to me. "Hey darlin', what's ya name then?" I just scowled, and gave Pete a dissaproving look. He laughed and pulled me into him, too absorbed in keeping up the act to care. "Her name is Fayre, Daryl." Daryl looked dumbstruck. He scratched his hair, looking thoughtful for a second, then turned to me with a questioning look, "What kind of a name is that?" His mates laughed, and even Pete chuckled. I scowled and explained, "As a matter of fact, Daryl." I spat his name out and Pete nudged me quite hard in the side, but I continued, "It's an english name and it means beautfiul." Daryl took one look at me, then another at Pete. The rest of the boys looked at him, waiting to see what he'd say. For a moment, he looked as if he was about to make a joke. However when he caught my eye, he just looked down at the ground and mumbled, "Ok, sorry." Everyone looked around arkwardly, unsure of what to say. It was Pete to break the silence, "So, anyone want to erm, get something?" He indicated towards the big automatic doors. He was met with mumbles of agreement. Using his miraculous arm strength, he whisked me around and pushed me towards the doors. I shivered as the air-con hit my skin, and Pete played the good boyfriend by pulling me closer. All of his friends watched. We walked inside and everyone naturally headed towards the sweet isle. I looked back at the group of boys that followed Daryl. One stuck out from the rest of the guys. He had lightish brown hair and a really pale complexion, with bright blue eyes. For a bonus, he was wearing a green shirt. I kept looking back at him, and once he caught me. He smiled, his blue eyes lighting up. I could have melted. I mean, I thought Pete was fit but oh boy! Unfortunatly, Pete also caught on and he dragged my attention on him by sharply whispering into my ear, "For gods sake, at least act like your listening to me." I was in a daze for a second and then I focused. "Wh-what?" I blinked twice, still recovering. Daryl laughed, and his friends echoed. Even green shirt guy chuckled. I went very, very red in the face. I looked around me and saw that we were already in the sweets isle. Pete caressed my cheek, pulling my attention towards him. He babbled love-dovey stuff into my ear but I didn't really listen, I just giggled at the appropiate times. My eyes scanned the isles, all different sweets were lined up in a row. I started squinting to read the labels, and I found myself falling on Pete as I became so absorbed I forgot to stand up. The laugh that came out of him was so fake it was unbeleivable. He grabbed my shoulders, secretly hurting me, and stood me upright, forcing me to look into his amazing brown eyes. As I said, he's fit as fuck. Daryl laughed and came out with one of his so-called 'witty' comments. "Aha, she's so in love with you Pete she's falling for you." I just rolled my eyes and started to walk down the isle, of course Pete stopped me. "Where are you going?" I turned around, putting my hands on my hips. "Anywhere away from that dork." All of Pete and Daryl's so-called 'friends' laughed. There's a 90% chance Pete scowled. I stormed through the isles, not quite sure where I was going exactly. For a second, I stopped and thought about going back. But as soon as I thought about having to put up with another 'amazing' joke from Daryl and another rib-hurting hug from Pete, i just carried on walking. Somehow, I ended up in the Hallowe'en isle. Not wanting to look lost, or stupid, I walked up to one of the costume's and pretended to look through the fake spiders and stuff. It was just like me to go into a daydream and imagine what the spider's would be like if they came to life. Would they be friendly? Mean? I wonder if they'd bite...

  Out of nowhere, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I screamed like a complete idiot. Everybody around looked at me. I, however, barely noticed it as I looked at my "attacker". It was green shirt boy, and boy was he laughing. I felt my face flush as he laughed harder. His hand rested on my shoulder and he went red too, but with laughter instead. When he'd finally calmed down and I'd heated up, I let out steam. "What the hell?!" He looked taken aback and slightly hurt. He took a step backwards, almost bumping into a lady and her trolley with a noisy toddler in. I laughed, a little more relaxed. He laughed too. We stood in arkward silence for a second. Green shirt guy was the first one too break it, "Er, well everyone's looking for you. Pete's pretty worried." I looked up and mumbled under my breathe, "That's a lie." Green Shirt Guy, who had began leading the way to where everyone was, turned around and asked, "What?" I just looked back at him and said, "Erm, I said that's nice." He just pulled a funny face and shook his head and started walking again. I followed as he weaved in and out of all the busy sunday shoppers, and I noticed we were heading for the entrance. So much for everybody looking for me, huh? We got into the little airconned box where all the trolleys and baskets are stored and Green Shirt Guy walked out through automatic doors. I, however, got distracted by something outside and stopped to look at it. When I did start walking, I found out the automatic doors had closed and I'd walked straight into them. I took a step back and Green Shirt Guy was laughing at me from the other side. I just frowned and waited for them to re-open. He was still laughing when I eventually got out of there. He walked me round the side where I found Pete, Daryl and all the other guys. Except they weren't alone. They were with a group of sluts from school, and of course the head slut herself, Sharon, was there. She looked pretty pissed off at the sight of me, and even more pissed off at the fact I was with Green Shirt Guy. "Hey, Fayre. I thought you were with Pete and not Sam?" It was an innocent question, but she said it with hidden scorn. She hated me for being with Pete, she hated that it wasn't her he had picked. I just looked at 'Sam' and said, "I got lost. Sam found me, that's all." Everyone burst out laughing, and the little sluts started to giggle in their little fake way. I walked over to Pete, who 'naturally' pulled me into him, kissing me lightly on the forehead he said, "Silly little Fayre." I stayed quiet, there was nothing I could say. I felt Sharon's eyes burning into my back. Pete had made it so that I was leaning over his shoulder, facing away from everyone. I looked at the street below us - (The supermarket had been built on a high foundation so it overlooked the road.) - and recognised some of my friends coming towards the supermarket. They happened to be Lena and Clarice, both of which Pete didn't like. According to Pete, they were stupid little girls with too much time on their hands. I smiled as they started climbing the huge stairs that led up to the supermarket. I broke away from Pete and ran to them. Lena was surprised to see me and wrapped me a bear hug, Clarice hugged me from behind. "Ah, Fayreee! What you doing out with the bozo, baby?" Lena cooed, flicking her extremely long brown hair over her shoulder. I hit her playfully, rolling my eyes. Everybody stared at us. Pete's jaw tensed. Sharon broke everyone's arkward silence, "Look Pete she's going to run off with her dork crew now, why don't you come and stay with us babe?" It was my turn to tense up. Now usually, I'm reasonable and quiet. But she insulted my friends and tried to steal my boyfriend in one sentance? The bitch. "Piss off, Sharon." Everyone gasped, even Lena. I mean, I really do never insult many people. Sam laughed. Everyone shot around and eyed him up with evil scowls. He stopped. Pete went into automatic boyfriend mode, "Now, Fayre. That wasn't nice." I scowled at him, really cooking up a storm. "For gods sake Pete, I don't always have to be nice." With that, I walked off. Lena and Clarice following me cheering. The steps looked taller and taller as I walked down them, and I seemed to topple over occaisonally. But I was fully determid to get away. Lena patted me on the back as we reached the bottom and leant against the big wall. I just smiled, feeling very proud. We heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I dreaded Pete having yet another go at me. I braced my self for it when the person emerged. It was Sam. Lena looked at me, and so did Clarice. "Er, do you know him Fayre?" Sam just smiled arkwardly. I laughed and walked over to him, "Yeah. Hey Sam, whatcha doin' down here?" He just looked up at the foundation, where lots of angry talk could be heard. "T get away from that, and to see if you were okay." He smiled and I noted down that he had dimples. He looked like an angel! His smile practically forced me to smile back and so I replied, "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little annoyed, y'know?" He nodded and leant on the wall next to Lena. Lena just looked at me and waggled her eyebrows. I laughed, and he looked at me. "Huh?" He said, looking seriously cute when he was confused. I just shook my head and smiled at him, it was just so hard not to! Clarice perked up, feeling a little left out, "So, do you guys want to go to the mini market or something? I brought my camera so we can y'know, take pics and stuff." We all agreed and even Sam tagged along, he didn't feel he was really wanted up there at the moment. So we crossed the many, well, one road to the mini market and went inside. We all streamed to the back where all the drinks where, Lena and I giggled when we saw my "favourite" drink. It was an energy drink named Pussy. "Go on, get it again Fayre; that man keeps asking about you!" I laughed and grabbed a can. Sam chuckled from behind us, and I turned to face him. "Hey Sam want some pussy?" We all cracked up laughing and he went a little red in the face, "No thanks, you keep it to yourself." We laughed again and I shrugged, "Okay, whatever floats your boat, Gay boy." We laughed again, a little less this time. Weaving in and out of the several miniature isles, we made it to the check out. The shop keeper laughed and chuckled as I handed the can over. "Aha, so your back. £1.39, please." I handed him the money and smiled as we left the shop. We sat on our usual bench outside of the shop and I popped open my can of Pussy. Some of it got over Sam as it flicked out of the can. I started laughing and almost dropped the whole thing on him. He wrestled it off of me and held it as far away as he could, teasing me. "Oi, give it back!" I said with a false whimper, he laughed again and shook his head, "Nope, you have to go and get it." I laughed and climbed onto his lap, reaching up. I pouted and looked at him, "C'mon, make it a little easier?" He shook his head so I tried to get the can again. Suddenly, I heard a camera click and saw a flash behind me. I looked at Clarice as she looked down at her bright pink camera. Trust her to take a picture. She got ready to take another one, when I turned to her.

   Suddenly, I was flushed with the feeling with cold and stickyness. I turned around to see Sam's shocked face. I looked up, and saw that the can had been knocked from his hands. I felt it run down my body, down my top. Clarice and Lena were laughing, looking at the camera. "You find it funny, do you? Want a hug Lena?" She put her hands out in objection shaking her head, still laughing. "No thanks, but be glad the picture lookes pretty awesome." I walked over to Clarice, who warily walked to the side and held the camera to me. I peered into the little screen and smiled approvingly, I had to admit, she caught it at the right time.  I walked over to Sam and scowled, he got up looking all innocent, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you knocked my arm and-" I cut him off short by wrapping him in a great big, energy drink love. He laughed, and amazingly hugged me back. He was just so warm! All to quick, I heard Lena shouting something at me as I heard crunching behind us. Both Sam and I turned around to see what the fuss was about. There stood Pete and Daryl, looking extremly pissed off. "What the fuck are you doing?" Daryl screamed at Sam, his eyes bulging, "That's PETE'S girlfriend!" Poor Sam just stood there stuttering, looking truly scared. So, I naturally helped him out. "Oh shut up Daryl, it was just a hug." Pete eyed me scornfully, he didn't like his 'property' being touched by anyone but him. He also was looking at my wet hair and soaked through top. "Leave it, Fayre. What happened to you?" He sounded calmer than he looked, but I could hear the strain in his voice. It felt good to see him jealous for once. "Oh, Sam and I was just joking around and I spilt my drink on me, or rather SAM done it." As if by magic, Sam lightened up all of a sudden. "Oh, ptfchyeah right! You knocked it out of my hand!" I stuck my tongue out at him and Pete aproached me, looking scared to hug me. "Well, you better go home and clean up then, shouldn't you?" Daryl was walking over to Sam and I frowned as he pulled him away, extremly violently. Pete nudged me, expecting a reply. "Er, yeah.. I'll call my dad now." Lena and Clarice just stood arkwardly behind us. Lena just shrugged and sighed, "Well, we'll see ya around, yeah, Fayre?" I nodded as Pete pulled me closer to him. Obviously because Daryl and a sullen looking Sam were heading back to us. Daryl raised his eyebrow at me, and nodded to Pete as he said, "You can still hug that even when it's, well, a mess." Pete laughed. I rolled my eyes and purposly wrapped my arms all around Pete. He pulled away, looking at me accusingly. "Fuck off Fayre, I thought you were going to call your Dad anyway." I swung around, pretending not to be hurt at all. Pulling my phone from my pocket I said, "Oh the love, and yeah whatever." Sam tried hard to stifle his chuckle, but didn't quite manage. He was met with a serious scowl from Pete. I've got a feeling I won't be seeing him any time soon. The phone rang in my ear, telling me it was ringing in the house. It was soon picked up, "Oh hey darlin', whassup?" I rolled my eyes, on of my constant habits. "Don't use that word again, Dad. Can you pick me up, I got in a little bit of a," I looked down at my soaked through clothes, "sticky situation, you may say." I chuckled with Sam this time and Pete didn't look too happy. My dad replied, "Okay, I'll be there with Betsy in a few minutes." I said my goodbye and hung up. I started to shiver, it was cold. Pete didn't offer me his jacket or hug me or anything. He just.. stood there. Soon enough little 'ole Betsy came chugging round the corner.  Pete automatically scowled. Daryl laughed and Sam admired Betsy's paintwork. My dad honked the horn, which played a cheesy melody. I kissed the stubborn Pete on the cheek and climbed in, waving goodbye.