Falling For You

I'm normally not one that gets completely star struck and crazy over some hot celebrity, but this time it happened and it was completely out of my control. I guess I can start off by telling you a bit about myself and my oh so stubborn yet very sarcastic personality.

I am twenty four years old and a graduate from on of those colleges that ins't the best of the best but is well known for one thing, so to put it in blunt form, I am not form a family where Mommy and Daddy give their daughter whatever she wants when she cries for it. I'm not an only child either, I'm the baby, but believe me that doesn't really have its perks either.

I guess since I mentioned it, I should tell you about my other sibling. His name is Caige, yes like the baby from Pet Cemetery, I make fun of him for it all the time. He is four years older than me, and clearly the golden child of the family. Not that I am a problem child by any means, I think it's just a first born thing, them being the favorite and all. But anyways, he lives on his own with his girlfriend and both of them have expensive taste. Caige is a nurse though so he can afford it, and Becky well she's just a gold digger. Need I say more?

But anyways, enough talk about Caige and let's get back to me. Wow I've never had to say anything like that before. So I moved out of the parental units home a few years back. I tried living on my own, however; that only made me feel lonely. Therefore, I attracted a whole bunch of dirtbags that moved in with me for one thing and one thing only--come on use your imagination people. So now, I am living with three of my friends in this apartment, in this little town that very few people have heard of in Pennsylvania. It has its perks, but also has its downfalls.

Perk, I don't feel lonely, so I don't fall for the first guy who tells me I'm pretty and takes me on a few dates and then tries to get in my pants. Downfall, I am the only single friend. Go ahead follow with noises and words of sympathy, but believe it or not I am completely okay with it. Sure it sucks to see my friends going out with their boyfriends everyday, and me sitting home in the same pair of Victoria's Secret yoga pants that I have been wearing for the past week, watching the same sappy movies over and over again on Netflix, but there is something liberating about it.

I but your wondering how all of this talk about myself, roommates and family got started if I started talking about falling for a celebrity. Well, I'm getting to it. I guess you can say it all started with my friend Brielle was sick of seeing me being a loaf on the couch day in and day out. Okay, this is where you prepare yourself for some lengthy flashback.

"Girl you have been sitting here for months, it is time we get you out of the hole that you have created in the couch and get you in public," Bri said a bit more dramatic than necessary.

I whined and pulled myself into a ball, "but they just added new episodes to Pretty Little Liars on Netflix Bri, that is like a whole extra weeks worth of making this hole deeper," I said glancing up at her.

"You have to be fucking kidding me Shay, get your ass off this God damn couch," Bri said as she reached down and pulled my poor lifeless body off of the couch and pushed me towards the stairs that headed to my room. "You are going out with us today whether you like it or not," she said pushing my body up the stairs as i was fighting hard against her.

"No. I. Am. Not," I said struggling with each step as Brielle's small little 125lb body was winning the fight up the stairs. Man sitting on the couch must've turned my muscles to jello. As we reached the landing of the stairs, I surrendered and walked the rest of the way to my room willingly.

"What the hell is going on out here?" Kim asked as she walked out of her bedroom with her freshly washed hair wrapped in a hot pink towel with matching hot pink towel wrapped around her.

"Just getting this little bitch off the couch," Brielle said wiping fake sweat off of her forehead, clearly satisfied with her success.

"Oh my God, you are actually going to go out with us!?" Ellen asked probably way to excited to be for me going out with them.

Rolling my eyes and shaking my head I walked into my bedroom and collapsed on my queen size bed. I rolled over just in time to see all three girls poncing on my bed in excitement.

"What are you planning on wearing?" Bri asked as she jumped off the bed and started rifling through my dressers. "Are yoga pants the only thing you own Shay? Jesus I don't think I've seen anything else in here so I am going with yes."

I got off my bed annoyed, "no, yoga pants are not the only thing I own," I said as I pushed Brielle out of the area of my dressers. "What are you guys wearing tonight?" I asked looking at them, hoping it was something that was going to keep my ass cheeks and cooter covered and private.

"Well I am planning on a pair of leggings and a cute button down shirt," Bri said as she began her raiding again, this time in the closet.

"Will you stop it Bri," I said pulling her away from the closet.

"What? I was just looking to see what cute things you had to wear."

"In case you were curious, I am planning on a bodycon baby blue skirt and a white crop top with heels," Kim said.

I looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Are you serious Kim? I really am not about looking like a slut. Keeping my cooter and my ass covered is a must on my list," I told her without caring if I offended her or not. "So clearly I am not going dressed like you." She's been my friend since our freshman year of college so if she doesn't get my personality by now it isn't my fault.

"Do you care to know what I am wearing?" Ellen asked. Ellen was a little on the heavier side, but it never stopped her from dressing like she weighed 90lbs. She always seemed to pull it off and rock whatever she wore.

All I had to do was cross my arms and look at her and that was enough of a yes. "Well I am going slightly less trampy than Kimmie. But I do plan on wearing the classy black dress with a low V and a pair of black pumps," Ellen said with a smile.

I just looked at her, "ya well i am thinking pair of jeggings, a hot pink v-neck and a pair of black heels. Is that good enough for every body?" I asked with a hint of irritation in my voice.

The girls smiled with excitement on their faces, "Now that's the Shay that we love!" Brielle said as she ran over and embraced me in a very unwelcomed hug.

"Guys it isn't like I am depressed or anything. I am just fully embracing the fact that I enjoy being single and can sit on the couch for as many days as i want, wear what I want and not have to impress anyone. Just because I didn't want to go out doesn't mean anything."

The girls looked at each other in unison. I can see that the two of them were thinking the same exact thing for a long time but were afraid to tell me. "What is it?" I asked raising my eyebrows and shrugging my shoulders.

"Truth is, we all think that you are afraid to go out and mingle and have a good time because of the past," Ellen said looking down at the floor.

"But we want you to know, that as friends, we will never let that happen again. We promise," Brielle said.

I looked at all of them all looking back at me with concern and worry in their eyes. I felt like I was going through a serious intervention of some kind of addiction that I most certainly didn't have. Without realizing it I let out a long exaggerated laugh. "What? Guys I'm single not addicted to meth," I said trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard. "there is no need to be thinking that I am going to end it one night."

"We are concerned for you," Brielle said. "It isn't normal for someone who has been single for as long as you to be okay with it."

I rolled my eyes as I plopped down on my bed, "ugh whatever, please leave my room now so I can get dressed." I said pulling a pillow over my face. All the girls walked out of their room with hushed whispers being said. When I finally heard all of their doors shut, I got up shut mine and started digging through my closet to find said outfit. With the final decision of apparel figured out it was down to the hair. Deep in my head I knew that I wanted to prove my friends wrong, that I could go out and have a good time and maybe catch the attention of one or two guys, but at the same time be happy knowing that I am single. That called for hair worn down with sexy beach waves. I grabbed my large round curling iron plugged it in and pulled out my trusty makeup bag.

As I put the finishing touches on my makeup, I was quite surprised with myself. After not wearing it for months, I didn't lose the knack of applying it. Looking in the mirror at my reflection, I was happy with what I saw. I was a girl who was ready to go out on the town and have a great time, with lots of laughs, and few drinks and maybe-yes just a maybe here folks-break a few guys hearts. Feeling satisfied, I walked out of my room to Brielle, Kim and Ellen all waiting for me. I took in the moment of their jaws hitting the floor when I walked out.

"Okay, so where has this Shay been, and can we have her back all of the time?" Kim asked.

"Seriously girl, you look sexy," Brielle said. "If I were a man I'd date you."

I laughed despite myself, "As greatly appreciated as that comment was, your not a man so a simple 'girl you look sexy' will do," I said as I grabbed my purse and started to follow them out the door. "So where is it that we are going?" I asked.

Brielle laced my arm with hers, "girl we are going to the casino and we are going to let our hair down tonight at Bar Louie," she said nudging me. "Plus, it's a Friday night and I happen to know that a lot of the hockey players from the Penguins unwind there after their game," she said with a wink.

I let out a sigh, "does this have anything to do with your obsession of trying to date a hockey player Bri?"

She shrugged her shoulders and smirked, "maybe. But does it really matter? Let's just go and have a good time. Don't be a party pooper already." she said climbing into the front seat.

I just laughed as I opened the back door to Kim's black BMW and slid in. I was in for one hell of a night.

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