Inspired by the song: "sit still, look pretty"

Sitting with my knees to my chest and my arms circled around them I sign. Teardrops fall down, making my hands a little wet. Why is it that my mother can't accept that I want more in live than be some famous guys wife, that I want to make something of it? I stand up and wipe my tears away. Come on, you are Aria Tate, don't sit still and do something about it. Pulling my wavy blond hair in a ponytail I open the door and walk downstairs where my mother is.

'Sweetheart, why aren't you dressed and ready for the party?' Rolling my eyes I groan. 'Because I am not going, mom. I told you before I will not pretend to be someone I'm not.' The sound of high heels repeatedly tapping on the floor can be heard. 'Do you know who will come to this party, Aria Annabeth Tate?' Oh no, she used my full name. This is not good, abort mission. 'No and I don't care because I am not going.' I say loudly but the smile on my mothers face tells me something else.

Dressed in a black dress I sit next to my mother and some guy that I don't know. Apparently the person that was going to the party with us was some rich and famous businessman and his son. I didn't pay enough attention to know there names and to be honest I don't even care because I wasn't planning on saying anything to either one of them but God has other plans for me. 'So, you are Aria.' Says the guy who sits next to. He has short brown hair and bright blue eyes that holds a mischievous glint in them. I stare at him with a blank expression before nodding.

'My name is Brandon and I must say you are prettier than I expected.' He says with a charming smile. If was any other girl I would have blushed at his compliment but I wasn't any other girl. 'Thank you, I guess.' I say with a doubtful expression. Feeling thirsty I turn to my mother. 'Excuse me, I will be right back, I'm going get something to drink.' While I stand up a hand grabs my arm. 'Sit still, beautiful, I will go and get you your drink.' Snatching my arm back I glare at Brandon. 'I am a big girl I can do it myself.' I hiss at him in a whispering.

Holding his hands up he smiles at me, rolling my eyes I stand up and walk to the bar and order a cola. 'Can you tell me what I did wrong?' On my left stands Brandon with a confused expression on his face. I ignore his question and decide to ask one of my own. 'Why did you want to get me a drink when you don't even know me?' I sip from my cola while I stare at him.

He scratches to back of his head, making his look messy. 'Because girls I meet on these kind of events like it.' I roll my eyes and place my cola on the bar. 'I will be honest with you. I will never be like any of those girls. I will never want to be a like them because I actually want to my own person and not some trophy.' He stares at me with a expression that I don't recognize before a smirk appears on his face.

'You didn't want to come did you?' He asks me with a knowing smile on his face and with that mischievous glint in his eyes. Rolling my eyes for the millionth time this evening I nod. 'Why?' I shrug. 'Because I don't like the people here. They want this sit still and be pretty kind of girls while I'm this I do what I want kind of girl.'
He smiles at me with that unknown expression again before he asks me to dance with him. 'No, thank you. I haven't finished my drink yet.' I say to him but he doesn't let his smile linger and reaches for my cola and gulps it down.

I stand there baffled. 'It's empty, now dance with me.' I groan but give him my hand. 'One dance.' I say to him. He nods at me before laying his hand on my waist while his other holds my hand. 'You know I find it kind of amazing that you want to be your one person, that you don't act like someone your not.' He whispers in my ear. 'I also find it kind of refreshing that you don't act dumb or fake and I find that determent glint in your big brown eyes quite cute. I smile and thank him.

After dancing more than one dance, what can I say he is quite charming, we sit at the bar joking around. 'I want to ask you something.' He says in a serious tone. I nod at him as a sign for him to continue. 'Would you like to go on a date with me?' I smile mischievous at him. 'Only if I can pick and pay.' He smile at me and kisses my cheek. 'Don't worry with me you will never have to sit still and look pretty.'

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Well... That was the fourth one-shot. Let me know what you think and don't gringe at my mistakes. English is not my first language. So... Yeah.... I'm gonna go now 😅.
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