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There's something about Summer.

Delivery Girls

Chapter 1: - Delievery Girls.

“Summer I don’t care if you don’t want to. You are, that’s final.” Another one of me and mum’s arguments. I really don’t get her and she really doesn’t get me. It’s like her life plan to make my life a living hell.

“But mum!”

“Not another word out your mouth missy. You are taking Ruby out to sell her girl scouts cookies and that’s final. Now go upstairs and get ready to take your little sister out.”

I rolled my eyes. That’s become a usual habit now. I slowly waltzed up to my room debating on whether or not to get in the shower or not. If I smell then no one would want to speak to us, which means Ruby won’t want me going with her anymore. Or I could get in the shower in case there’s a hot boy who answers the door to his Granma’s house? Mhh? After a long time debating whether or not to get in I did. I showered slowly and got ready even slower. After 20 minutes of sitting around, trying to waste time, I finally got down stairs wearing my stripy corset and blue shorts with my ‘just hype’ jumper. As soon as I got down stairs Ruby was already pulling me out the door to the first unlucky door-opener.


“Last one Ruby, then we are going home. I mean it.” We had been out selling her girl scouts cookies for 4 hours now. Though last time I checked it was still 4:05pm. I’ve been checking every few minute now. We reached the last house and Ruby repeated the lines she says to everybody who opens their door.

“Hello I’m Ruby from high park girl scouts can I interest you in any of our cookies for sale?” Every time she said I almost fell over into a fit of laughter. Gar she's so boring.

After 15 minutes of standing here waiting to finish I was getting ready to give her a harsh comment so we would go but no she comes up to me, rudely shoving a camera into my hands. Demanding for me to take a photo of her and some curly haired dude.

“Uh rude.”

“Summer shh and take a photo of me and Harry Styles.” I rolled my eyes. He looks like a prat any ways. I snapped a photo off her blackberry then shoved it back into her hands.

“Let’s go now because I’m not babysitting you any longer.” Here comes her sarcastic reply. God she spends way too much time with me.

“Well it’s not like you have a life to get too anyway. You have 3 phones, 2 ipads and 3 laptops. You really don’t have an interesting life, trust me.”

“Shut up or this will be the last time I take you out again, you got that? I have a phone for daily uses, a work phone and a phone for school. I got one Ipad I bought another was a present. I got one laptop, a back-up laptop and then the another one I gave to you. So shut it.”

I went back to my work phone trying to plan with my manger when my next shoot is. Another 10 minutes later we was still here and they were still chapping away. I looked up as soon as I felt this guy’s stare burn into me.

“I’m afraid Ruby, your friend isn’t really paying attention.” I snorted whilst having an out-break of laughter. Ruby my friend? Aha next joke please, she wishes.

“1.She’s not my friend, far from it. 2. Never in my life would I be a girl scout and 3. I’m only with her because I’m forced too not because I want too.” I rolled my eyes again

And the guy just stood there taken back by my outburst, by the looks of it.

“So if you aren’t a girl scout, you aren’t her friend. Who are you?” Nosey twat.

“Ruby old sister’s, Summer. ”

“Styles. Harry Styles.”

“Didn’t ask but you know. Not nice to meet you Styles Harry Styles.”

“Pleasure is all yours.” Cocky shit. Ruby just stood impatiently tapping her foot, waiting for us to stop our banter.

“So sunny summer I think I might need your number because these cookies look amazing and I need someone to ring for more.”

“You did not just call me sunny summer.”

“Oh I did. So how about one or all of your numbers?”

“How about no. Come on Ruby time to leave” I just wanted to smack that stupid smirk off his face actually no, more like a punch.

“Well I’ll see you soon Summer. Thank you Ruby for the Cookies.” Urgh twat, no you stupid little boy you will not be ‘seeing’ me soon. Actually no he isn’t seeing me ever again for that fact.

“You’re very welcome.” Urgh I hate Ruby’s ‘sweet’ and ‘innocent’ voice. Just like shut the fuck up mate.
Finally thank the fucking lord we are leaving and going home!

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“Hello girls.” Taylor the main maid said as she opened the door to us. Even though Taylor worked for us all I was really close to her, she was more of a mum to me than my own mum was. Bad right. Ruby ran up to her room to go god knows what and I went into the Kitchen making a quick tea.

“She wore that dress? Wow, poor people these days. They don’t have high standards do they? That dress is from 2008, it’s 2012. That’s not even old enough to be Vintage.”

Mum waltzed in on the phone to another one of her stuck up friends. My mum is a complete cow if you ask me, one time she walked past a homeless person in New York and when he asked for money she said “People like you don’t deserve my time or money, you should get a job instead of sitting around all day long.” harsh, right? Me and my dad on the other hand paid for him to spend a night at a hotel and then gave him some money the next day to keep him under a roof for a few days. I will never understand my heartless mother.

“Ta ta Liz. See you at the black tie event.” I rolled my eyes again. I swear that’s like my talent now or something.

“Oh Summer our annual black tie event is being held next Friday night, make sure you have an outfit. I can’t have you looking dreadful in clothing from last season. You’ll embarrass me, so make sure you look nice. ”

And with that she walked back out again. Get what I mean now. I have to put up with her, it’s painful. It’s not all perks with my dad being the best music producer in the U.K and my awful mother being a talk show host and a model. She’s 43, her modelling is like me going on the red carpet wearing a dress made out of fresh sick, disgusting.

Notes

So well this is my first story, tell me what you think? I've wrote out like 5 other chapters so im going go upload tteam now. So yeah, that's it really :) xoxo

Comments

This is really good continue!