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Beauty and The Geek

Prologue - Avery's POV

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"Girls are mean to you?" I frown, "I would treat you so nicely Marcel, if I had the chance." I push a lock of glossy brown hair from my eyes as I duck my head.

"T-that's n-nice of you t-to say." Marcel whispered.
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. Prolouge .

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"What up my Geeks? Okay, I know that I haven't posted in like, a week! But I have some studying to do for Bio and Chem. And... I got the job! I'm now an intern in the Medical Legal lab!" I laugh, "Okay, maybe CrayCrayJen53 was right. I am a nutty science geek. Yay!" I start doing my happy geek dance.

"Fine, I admit it. I can't dance, okay! Are you happy ... MarcelStyles11. Hmm, nice name," My dark brown hair falls over my face as I blow a kiss, "Hey MarcelStyles11. You seem cute."

"Well, I know this was short but I need to study! God, what's wrong with me! Arrg." My face falls down to the desk below me. "Well, Avery out my beautiful Geeks."

. Camera off .

"What is my life?" I run my fingers through my hair and looks out the window. A grey and blue moving truck pulls outside the house next door. Great new neighbors. Just what I need, running my hand through my hair again; I run down the stairs. Grabbing a hair tie from my wrist I swing my hair back into a high ponytail and pushed my glasses up my nose. "Mom! I'm going to meet the neighbours."

"Okay Honey!"

I laugh as I slam the door behind me. My knee-high Victorian boots clatter along the tile ground as I wave at them, "Hey! You guys must be my new neighbours."


One of them turns around. He's got curly brown hair, bright green eyes and dimples, "Hey! You're Avery Small! Hi, I'm Harry Styles."

"Great, you already know who I am."

As I reach them, I entend my hand out, "Nice to meet you Harry. And you guys are..." I look over to the others.

"Those are my brothers, Marcel and Ed."

"Hi Marcel and Ed!" Wait - Marcel like Styles? "Hey Marcel, as in MarcelStyles11?" My shimmering brown eyes glimmered with hope.

One of them looked over at me. The geeky one. His hair was slightly pushed back but so that it was kinda puffy (in a seriously cute way) and his glasses where almost the same as mine. The other once (I'm guessing Ed) had tattoos all up his arms, hair almost the same as Harry's and a hat on it. OMFG cute.

"Y-yes."

"Hey! I'm Avery, Avery Small."

"Like the blogger?" Ed grinned.

"Like the blogger." I mimic, "Yeah, the blogger."

Okay, this blogger stuff - I'll explain. Hi, Hello, Hey, Bonjour. My name is Avery Hope Small. I'm 19 and a world-renowned blogger. Well, its vlogger. I video-blog. I've just reached 5 fucking million followers on YouTube. My FaceBook like page, Twitter Account and Tumblr all are around the same. I hail from England, currently living in London with my mom and my younger sister, Hannah and my younger twin brothers (AKA, Satan and Hell), Ryan and Greg. I'm a awkward geek. I love Physics, Maths, Biology, all that jazz. I'm on 'Uni Break'. I work in the Medical Lab here so that I can then go on to do a degree in Pathology. And I love horror movies.

"So, you guys are my neighbors?" No shit Avery. "Sorry! Dumb question day. Hi, I'm Avery. How are you."

"I'm great now that I met you." Ed winked at me. What the serious fuck? Okay - I'm not really that pretty. I've got straight brown hair that is around my breasts, I have hazelnut brown eyes, I'm super pale (lab-geek style) and I'm about as tall as a fucking goose. The only reason people like me is because I'm funny. And I have no boobs. People don't like me because of that. I'm more of a book then boob person. Okay - that was weird.

"Ignore him," Harry laughs, "I'm awesome now that I'm out of that freaken car. It hurts so much. My legs are killing me ... care to help me out."

I feel a blush crawling over my cheeks. Oh, yeah. I blush like someone painted my cheeks red. Pretty please let Marcel have a normal response.

"U-uh. G-good." He stutters, "H-how are y-you?" Aww, that's so sweet of him to ask. And he stutters. Aww. OMFG. "I'm great. I just posted another YouTube video. God, that made me sound like I was saying, "WATCH IT." Um, yeah. Oh, Marcel. That's where I know you from. BTWs, MarcelStyles11, creative."

He ducks his head and blushes. Harry looks over at me and grins, "So I was wondering if you'd wanna go out sometime?"

"Um." I look away. Harry gets that it's too soon to ask me out and looks over at Ed, "C'mon let's go help mom unpack."

Ed and Harry go to walk into the house but Marcel looks over at me with sad puppy dog eyes, "You okay?"

"Y-yeah." I grin as he blushes.

"Let's start over." I walk over to him, "Hi Marcel."

"He-Hello."

"How are you?" I grin my hand reaching out to grab his hand. A smile dances over my face and a light sparking in my eyes. Marcel is really cute. I mean - Harry is a cute flirty one and Ed seems to be the stoner. I'm not a profiler or whatever but I can tell things like this. Marcel... I can't figure him out.

"I'm g-good thank you, how are y-you?" He gives me a light smile back.

"I'm great thanks for asking. What have you bee up to lately."

"My friend Le-Leroy has been showing m-me all t-the latest dance m-moves, it is quiet fun-funny."

"I bet your doing great."

"I-I try b-but I am quiet a-awkward." He chuckled shyly.

I toss my head, brown hair flying over my pale skin. "You can't be any worse then me!" I laugh. I've got two left feet. Hence what is commonly known as the super-awkward-hey-look-you-dance-like-Avery-Small- dance. It's world known!

"I'm s-sure you are a f-fantastic dancer. I danced at my school formal and I was horrible. Harry put it on YouTube. I think he linked it to your Bad-Dancing video."

"I'm a useless dancer. And you weren't horrible. You where amazing. I watched everyone of those videos. God, I'm such a stalker." I laugh. Fixing my ponytail, I smile at the ground.

"O-oh thank you." He blushes and smiles shyly, "You are very kind."

"No probs! Your to kind Marcie!"

"Well thank-you, I try to be." He pushes up his glasses and gives me a big smile.

"Wanna do something together?" I smile back.

"R-Really? You want you want to hang out with m-me? O-Okay." He smiles and sticks his hands in his pockets. Aww, Marcel is so awkward. Look, I know. I'm picking up random guys on the streets but Marcel is sweet. And when 5 million people know your name, then I'm pretty sure that I can pick up randoms on the street all I want.

"Of course I'd want to hang out with you! Where do you want to go?" I smile and step just a little bit closer to him.

"O-Oh, I don't know. H-How about the park? It's such a lovely day."

"Sure." I smile. It is a nice day. The sun is beating down and there isn't a cloud in the sky. Marcel gives me a weak smile and I say, "I can show you my studio if you want?"

"O-oh, that would b-be amazing."

"Do you think Harry and Ed would be upset if we left?"

"N-no. They'll n-never notice I l-left."

"C'mon then!" I grab his hand and start to pull him towards my house. "So, how often do you watch my channel?"

"E-every day. You're q-quite funny."

"Thanks!" I kiss him on the cheek and watch as blood rushes to his cheeks, "Care to be in one?"

"W-what?"

I laugh and drag him inside. Hannah looks up from the stairs, "Who's that?"

"This is Marcel. He's our new neighbor. Marcel, this is my younger sister Hannah." Hannah sitting on the stairs in a tight flowery dark blue dress with large bright green wedge heels.

"Hi Sweetheart." She clicks her tongue which has a stud in it, "You seem flustered, love. Do I make you nervous?" Her hips wander from side to side as she brushes her pelvis against the edge of Marcel's hip. Closing the front door behind her, I hear Hannah and Brad's laugh. Gross.

"I'm sorry about her, Marcel. She's a bit weird." I interlink my hand with his and pull him up the carpeted stairs.

"I-it's okay."

"Yay." I walk over to my bedroom. "Here's my room. It's where I do all my shooting. Dull right?" I laugh. My hair has started falling from my ponytail so I pull it from it's band. Marcel looks over at me as my long lock of hair fall over my face.

Marcel awkwardly smiles as I unlock the door. "You're v-very pretty."

"Thanks Marcel! You're very sweet."

He awkwardly smiles at me as I walk over to my large bed. It's neon colours with furry, silky and fluffy pillows. I roll over and pat the bed, signalling Marcel to sit to me. He looks at me, "Avery? What are you doing?"

"Come and sit with me."

"O-okay."

When he sits down, I rest my head on his shoulder. "Do you have a girlfriend, Marcel?"

"N-no. Girl's a-are mean to m-me."

"Girls are mean to you?" I frown, "I would treat you so nicely Marcel, if I had the chance." I push a lock of glossy brown hair from my eyes as I duck my head.

"T-thats n-nice of you t-to say." Marcel whispered.

"You should have a girlfriend. You're sweet." I ush my glasses up my nose and Marcel does the same. I laugh lightly and wrap my arms around his waist, "I like you."

"I l-like you too."

"No, Marcel. I mean I like you like you."


Notes

Bold - A Video from Avery's YouTube channel

Italics - Thoughts


Hope you like it :) R&R please :)

Comments

@NarniaFallingAway
Np keep up the good work!
Trinity_horan Trinity_horan
11/25/13
@Trinity_horan

Aww thank-you! That means so much to me, I love you. You've made my day!! Thanks xx
I love your stories their amaZayn
Trinity_horan Trinity_horan
11/25/13
@Chloe_styles

No worries :P
@Chloe_styles

:D Yay!!!