[size=19px][color=white][font=Georgia]addison rosanna adams
[align=center][size=15px][color=cyan]"ˢᵒ ᵇᵃᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᶦᵗ ˢᵒ ʷᵉᶫᶫ"
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[justify][color=white][size=9px][font=arial]my styles ranged quite differently often. Depending the occasion, you didn't have to tell me twice on what to wear. Instead of my ripped jeans, peter pan collared shirt, or worn Nirvana shirts, I ended up with a dress. A little black dress that was plain, and when I slid it on, showed the curves of my body. Curves that were not quite hourglass, but close enough. My blonde hair fell past my shoulders diligently reaching towards my chest. Instead of it's natural thick waviness, I managed to straighten it while I patiently waited for the people to arrive. By the middle of my hair, I heard murmuring downstairs, faint music that eventually turned louder and made it sound as if it could be in my room. Small whoops of people having a good time, much more of a good time that a formal party that I'd been expecting. It sounded like a bunch of teenagers instead of adults. Then again, my stepdad did make teenagers added towards the party list, even though it might not be a good impression on what some of these professionals were really here for: 5 Seconds Of Summer.
Long explanation cut short, my stepfather managed them. Well, at least he was the main person who did. You know, approved what would come along next and such if people were wanting them, planning and approving tour dates. He got along with them well, considered them as the sons he never had (since the baby that ended up being his and my mom's was a girl also known as Alannah, my little sister), and me, being a girl, also happened to be in love with their band and well, they didn't look too bad themselves. I especially had eyes for Ashton. I never really got to meet them in person, never really bothered asking because his job and his family life were usually separate. I couldn't just ask for Luke Hemming's number and boom, I'd get it, it wasn't like it. Even numbers stayed private and essential to those that had it and that included my stepfather. Meeting them was something that even brought me to my own surprise. He knew I liked them, knew I listened to their music and when he told me to pick an outfit two days ago, I was ecstatic. (even though I waited last minute to pick my outfit)
I was a girl who preferred no makeup. Too much makeup on my face made me uncomfortable, but I could stick with lipstick at time when the times were right, but I stuck with lip gloss and simple eye liner and mascara. When I was finished, I knew I'd been ready to go so slipping on my heels, I made my way downstairs slowly, deciding to find my stepfather first to perhaps just stick around with him since there were all these people and usually, though I had problems in the past, I was sort of a kiss up towards him though I was far from a "good girl"
All eyes were quick to come on me. Some of the chatter died down, and people stared, making even most confident me's heart race, though I adored the attention. Though some people went back to their conversations, others continued to stare, whistles of approval and murmurs of "She's hot" coming somewhere in the room. Some girl's stares were jealous as they looked themselves up and down with their make up caked faces, looking somewhat related to a porcelain doll, and sighed with utter annoyance and frustration, continuing to talk to their boyfriends, or even pull them away, who were even some happening to be staring.
I was no insecure girl. I was not oblivious. And if I was interested in a boy, there was no automatic thought on not talking about him because he was interested in me. I knew I took people's breath away, I knew I was beautiful. Just my personality could be anything but.
As I pushed my way through the crowd, catching a few more eyes and guys trying to hit on me that I automatically dismiss, someone catches my eyes. not someone, four people. but one in particular, who I loved, had this penetrating stare. though the other three looked and listened, he just watched me, staying posted in the sidelines of the party. I automatically knew he was. 5 Seconds Of Summer's drummer, my ultimate favorite, Ashton Irwin.
Now when I was to meet him, there was many things that I thought of doing. Greeting him simply and kindly, saying how greet he and his band memebers was, or just going straight for it and flirting. Now that it was time, since of course I was going to approach him now, my mind almost went blank. But I was a girl of impulse, too outgoing not to take this chance so flashing him a smile, I walked over to him slowly picking my way through the crowd until I was close enough so he could hear me over the music. "Oh my goodness," I said it politely, as if polite was all I was, but this was just the start. "You're Ashton." I paused for a moment. "I should probably introduce myself, though. My name's Addison. I'm your manager's stepdaughter, and a big fan by the way. It's nice to finally meet you." I meet his eyes, holding out my hand for him to shake, making sure to scan his reaction towards this, since I was pretty good at pointing out how people felt and maybe I mistaken from afar, but ashton Irwin seemed like he'd be interested.
