His Ugly Girl

Chapter Thirteen.

Chapter Thirteen:"chicky-chicka-chicken."

Good as hell:Lizzo
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I slowly sat up my vision blurry, maybe because there was no weight on my nose indicating my lack of specs.
"Liby you okay?" An angel began to speak.
Oh lord a greenish-blueish eyed angel.
Have i ever mentioned how much i like blue?
I have?
Good.
Anyway god must know his facts seeing as he sent this hunka guy to take me to heaven.

Wait, if I'm headed to heaven that means I'd have died.

When how and why?
Did Jace Norman run me over as planned?

Did i die of combustion after beating Usain Bolt in a 100mile dash?

Please tell me it was one or both?

Oh crud i didn't have a kid, there's no one left for Chase to annoy and Laura to pester.

Who's gonna hate on Justin Bieber?

Who's gonna rap Nicki and Bardi all night?

Who's Harrison gonna to be Harrison with? Oh god Harri would_

Hold up i just remembered.

I'm not dead.

I just had a really weird dream.

Wanna hear about it?
Of course you do.
So Harrison Ryder said he like likes me,weird dream neh.

"Liby?" I look up at the and a slow grin slips onto my face, his eyes seemed realived at my action.

"Hey Harri?"
"Yeah?"
"I had a weird dream." He smirked,
"What did you dream about coista?"
"You."
"What about me?"
"You said you liked me." He furrowed his eyebrows,
"Ugly, that wasn't a dream, i said that." I nod slowly,
"You said you like me?" He nodded,
"Okay can i faint again?" He sighed,
"What's so hard to believe?" I scoff feeling my sass kick in,
"Your Harrison Ryder, all round ladies man and player, new girl on your lap every day, you won most likely to be a Kelvin Klein model twice in a row, I won most likely to be rich but have 16 cats."

Gross i hate cats.

"But a guy can have emotions right?"
"I know but...its just i can't. " He cupped my face,
"I won't rush you coista."
"What does coista mean?"
"It means little thing." I smack his hand,
"I'm not little we're nearly the same height." He smirked,
"Ahh mi cozan don't be mad."
"What's up with the spanish?" He shrugged,
"I don't know."  He helped me up,
"Okay maneer espanõl lets give out free cake!" He chuckled as we started packing boxes with baked goods.

We'd given out to school kids, adults and even one grumpy hobo that managed to plaster on a smile for food.

Harrison was good with little kids and babies and people you should see him hold a child at some point i felt like i should age backwards so he'd toss me like he'd done to the baby.

Okay that sounded wrong.

The owner of the bakery who i found out is named Quin was happy to see that her bakery was in one piece and clean, she even baked us fritters because of that and said we were welcome to came for a dozen cookie or two anyday.

Harrison and i are complex people because we spent the rest of the day arguing about my so called "addiction" to chicken.

I mean come on who doesn't like a lil chicky-chicka-chicken?

Why do you think there are so many ways to make it?

Infact if humans were chicken we'd probably eat ourselves to extinction.

Okay that's dark.

But still i love chicken.

"Just let me have chicken." He shook his head, nibbling on his bottom lip for a few seconds,
"Okay lets get chicken, but on my terms." I raise an eyebrow at him,
"What do you mean by your terms?" He smirked winking at me,
"You'll see Coista." I growl,
"Stop call me little." He started the car and we started driving, about six minutes into the drive i got bored, and decided to deal with my almost straight hair.

You see my hair is strange, when it's in cold water it  goes straight.

Not curls.

Straight.

My mum was also very surprised when she washed my hair as a kid and it went straight almost resting at my ass.

I began raking my hands in the knots and after almost pulling out a chunk of my hair and wincing, Harrison handed me a hair brush,
"Why do you have this?"
"Because i love my hair, i have hair spray too, my hair does that straight thing yours is doing."

I smile lightly and run the brush through my hair letting it rest over my shoulders with a bit of frizz.

After that i fell asleep.

"Liby?" I open my eyes and wince at the bright light infront of me,
"It's so bright." I hiss and he chuckles,
"Yeah i know it's always broght here." My eyes adjust to the light and i look around at the unrecognisable area,
"Where is here exactly?" He held out his hand,
"This is Los Alamos." My heart hit one humdred once i heard the Spanish accent weave into his words,
"So...what now?" I ask as i get out of the car,
"We're getting you a dress and heels, Petra will borrow you a pair."
"Why do i need heels?" I ask as we walk into a small boutique,
"Just trust me on this, if you mi cozan want to enjoy yourself you must show off your curves." I nod slowly and he basically shoves me into a room while talking to a pretty blonde woman, she had a grin spread across her face and a pair of mesmerising eyes.

Does everyone Harri knows have to be supernaturally hot?

Well he knows me so...yeah they have to be.

Harri said some words to me in the sexiest accent ever but once he realised i had no clue wat he was saying he facepalmed himself,
"Put these on." I nod and close the door to the room, I'm assuming it's a fitting room, the dress was short with white flowers, it ended at my six fingers above my knee and hugged my boobs like hell creating a cleavage, the heels were short and open toed so they were basically comfy.

I walked out of the room staring at my feet, yeah i can actually walk in these.

"Dios eres tan caliente." I look up at Harri who's eyes were glued on me, the pretty blonde lady clapped her hands jumping in spot,
"Estás presiosa!" She squealed moving towards me whilst holding a tube of lipstick.

Oh crud i didn't wear lipstick ever!

Come on use some spanish.
Now i regret taking French over spanish.
Use the telenovelas.

"No... uso... coronas!" Thank you Telemondo.
Now something strange happened, Harrison and Petra's faces both went red at the same time and they laughed really loud, the laughs sounded identical,
"Ella es graciosa!" Petra let out then calmed down,
"What?" I ask stomping and when i heard the click of my heel i nearly punched myself.
"Nothing it's nothing, just put on some lipstick." She held out the tube and i sigh,
"No."
"Okay, lipgloss." She handed me the clear substaince and put it on,
"Now you guys go." Petra smiled,
"Aren't you coming."
"Mi ninõ, I'll be there soon."
"Okay bye aunty Pet." He kissed her cheek and we made our way out and only then did i realise we used the back door,  the streets were filled with people men and women grinding and dancing in the middle of the street,
"Whoe."
"I know this is awesome."

To sum up the night we danced and ate and he sang, in spanish and Italian.

That's all i remember before i got drunk really drunk, extremely drunk to the point of no return.

I learnt three things today.

Harri likes me.
Harrison's spanish.
I'm a light weight.