she hates friday just as much as we do
she is the robert pattinson of the music industry
REBECCA BLACK IS MY QUEEN.
He couldn’t stop looking at you. He didn’t know why, he didn’t normally go for girls like you. Classy, barely any skin showing but there was something in your eyes that held him and made him think. You looked bored leaning against the bar, swirling your drink in your hand. For some reason Louis saw you and thought of fancy dinners and rich desserts. But after that, well, he could imagine something sexy hidden underneath those clothes. He could imagine your eyes going black with desire. He licked his lips and took a drink from his beer, thoughts colliding together. What made you tick? Would you rebuff him if he talked to you? Polishing off his beer, he pushed through the crowd and over towards you. He watched you look at him and something resembling interest flicked over your features, your lips tugging into a grin. He didn’t want to come on too strong, didn’t want to scare you but there was something strange happening. He couldn’t not talk to you. Your voice was deep and husky and it made him shiver when he asked your name. Your eyes flicked down his body and up again, the rich dessert in his mind turned to heady music and a bit too much to drink. You weren’t easy though, that was apparent right off the start. You had self respect, dignity, and that was something he admired. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel everything he did. He looked dangerous, head to toe black with his tattoos winking out at you. You might be a good girl, but that didn’t mean you didn’t love yourself a bad boy just like Louis. And you did, you definitely did.