Twisted Fairytale // new fic =)

Title: Twisted Fairytale
Author: Yours truly nicole aika
Characters: Amber, Dougie, and more! (Yeah. Finally. A Dougie-on-the-lead fanfic!)
Disclaimer: I don't own everyone. And it's pure fiction.
Summary: Amber Adams, a very snotty and hateful lass wishes to get a job inside her father's company. But first she must undergo an interview... and second, she must follow the guidance of someone her father hired... oh geez, just go with the flow! XD

Chapter 1

“There were people around me who called me snotty. Some call me ambitious. And others call me stupid. But I know all of them are wrong. I’m the Queen Bee of this city. I’m popular, glamorous, and obviously, blond. I’m so different from other people. I’m a VIP, superstar (I want to be, but I’m not considering myself as a wannabe because the word wannabe is… ack), and a princess (though I’m not a Royal Princess, or a girl with the name Princess).

Oh, before I forgot, my name is Marie Amber Adams. You can call me Amber for short…”

I remember that ambitious, based to my low-profile classmates, introduction of myself to the class, back in Elementary. I didn’t think it’s ambitious. I found it brave and confident.

By the way, back to that introduction, I thought I can use it when I’m going to a very high-class company, which is owned by my Father. Yeah, my father, I know you’re thinking that “that’s why you call it high-class because your father owned it”--I know, I know that.

It’s already 7 o’clock in the morning. And I need to get ready properly for the interview. Aahh… I know again what you are going to say. Yes, yes, yes, I need to be interview even though the company was owned by my father. You don’t know my father, do you? He is a strict, rich, determined to reach his goals, business-mind father. That’s why I’m not really close to him, because he’s boring. The term is not that right because yet he is my father but UGH! He is really boring. If you told him you want to hang out with him, he will reply one of the following:

“Sure, what do you want, golf or casino?” (Yeah, MY FATHER asked ME if I want to go to a CASINO. It’s not that bad though, since I’m already 19 years old. But still, it’s a CASINO.)

“I can’t. My business partners will meet me this 3 o’clock in the afternoon.” (Yeah, again, 3 o’clock in the afternoon, the time he ALWAYS give to me. Three o’clock in the afternoon. Hmm…)

“Your mother is in the bedroom, why not ask her?” (He also told me that even in his office, which is super unbelievable since mum’s at home)

“Okay, presentation making. You should only use 3 slides. If you make it, we will hang out…” (What? What?! WHAT?! He’s kidding, 3 slides aren’t enough, mostly if it’s all about your favourite actors and actresses in Hollywood or favourite bands or artists—two topics he ALWAYS give me)

And the most common of all:

“I’m Busy”

It’s common and a truth since he’s business-minded. But, duh! I, his daughter, just want to hang out with him, my father.
Okay, okay, forget my father; let’s move to the present…

“Good morning Amber. Make sure to eat your breakfast so that you have enough energy for your interview”

“Thanks Mama, I really appreciate it a lot…”

Aww… Mama is so sweet. No, she’s not my mother. Mama is my grandmother. My mother’s still inside the bedroom, dreaming. By the way, Grandmother is so caring and loving. I called her Mama because my parents called her so.

And I finished eating and ready to go

“Good luck with your interview, Amber”

“Thanks Mama… good luck to you too…”

“What?”

“Good luck on waking up mum, you know, maybe this time she will finally kick you.”

“It is okay, Amber. If she kicked me, I will eat her breakfast.” And Mama laughs. She’s really lovely. I’m so glad I have a grandmother like her. I told her goodbye and she also told me goodbye. And I went to the company—

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Oh gosh, it’s so boring in here. The walls are so plain and dull. Everyone’s busy. I got no one to talk to… but even there is someone I can talk to, I’m sure it’s going to be just a waste of time… oh gosh, why it’s taking so long?! I’m getting impatient. I really hate the fact that I still need to undergo an interview; even my father’s already the CEO of this company…

“Hello… are you an applicant too?”

I almost fall from where I’m sitting when someone suddenly sat beside me and asked me that question… It’s a guy…

“Uh, yeah, is it obvious?” I answered while raising my right cheek.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you’re already an employee here… because you look so neat and professional—“

“Aw, it’s okay because I know I am really going to be an employee here…”

“Huh, yeah, base on your looks, but with that attitude—let it go…” He smiled while standing and walks away. GGGRRR! What he wants to point out?! That I’m not going to win the job?! I hate him. I SWEAR! HMMP! I should’ve know his name, anyway, because he’s kinda cute… and his eyes are so lovely—what the, what’s going on, Amber?! You hate him, right? UGH!

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“How’s the interview?” Dad asked me while writing something on a paper. His office is, way, duller than the offices outside. It’s so… *yawns* boring…

“It’s good. The interviewer wears a very solid red lipstick. And the interview room is the same as yours, it’s just yours are duller—“

“Before the interview, did you meet a guy?” I was totally shocked when Dad asked me that. I mean, how did he find out?!

“Ah… y-yeah… h-how did—“

“I guess I’m not going to fully accept you to be an employee in this company… I decided that I will just hire someone to train you and improve your skills before I fully accept you… so I asked Poynter to help you—“

“Poynter? Uh… who’s Poynter?”

“The guy you talked to before the interview.” Dad stops writing. “Don’t tell me you guys didn’t have a proper conversation?”

“Uh—“ Oh gosh, this is a disaster. I never get embarrass on things but this one really humiliates me—like I don’t want to show my face on that Poynter guy again—who is really cute, but I hate him. Dad sighs.

“Now I know why he told me he doesn’t want to help you…” I gulp. The way he said that is scary, scarier than I ever heard… “But I have no choice and I insist he must help you… so I arranged a dinner for the both of you… Here…” Dad handed me a small card that includes the address of the place and time. Oh gosh, I don’t want to meet him again. Hmmp, maybe I will just go party around. Haha.

Chapter 2

“Hey Amber, you’re going out for a dinner, right? Your dad mentioned it to me on the phone…” My always-drunken Mum asked me.

“Yeah, wanna come with me?” I’m not serious with that, kay? I don’t want mum to come with me—coz I’m not really going to that dinner! I’m just going to party around which is way more fun and happier… oh wait, dad mentioned it to her on the phone?! Surprising. Mum and dad didn’t really talk to each other for a long time since dad’s busy on work and mum is, well, kinda hate to say this, kinda crazy…

“You know I don’t want to go out of the house, right?” Right. She really acts as a house-wife, a wife who just stays at home. “And by the way, I thought you’re going to a dinner, why are you wearing—“

“C’mon, it’s okay.” I snort and mum gives me a very curious look like she’s thinking of the question are you crazy?. “Teenager!” I cheer while going out of the house.

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This is cool, sneaking into a party to avoid seeing a very cute guy—that I hate—in a very formal restaurant. I feel so (Pause) independent! Oh wow, there are lots of cute guys here—but that Poynter dude is way, WAAAY, cuter than them—why am I thinking about that guy?! Okay Amber, it is party time, forget about that guy and dance till the sun shows up!

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I’m dancing in the middle of the crowd inside the club when someone suddenly grabs my hand. I can’t really see the face of that person because the light inside the club is flickering so fast. The person grabs me all the way to the fire exit of the club.

“Oh gosh, where’s the light? Where’s the sound? Where are we? Where’s the drinks?!” I said in a very drunken way…

“Hey, look at yourself, you Brat. You went to a club and brush aside an important dinner with me which was arranged by your father to give you a bright future!”

“Huh?! What?! Dinner with you?! I don’t even know you!”

“I’m Dougie, Dougie Poynter. Your dad asked me to help you with your work under his company.” I nearly throw up when I heard the name Poynter. Oh no, does it mean that… the guy who currently sermons me is the cute guy I met last time whom I also hate?!

“You’re—you’re Dougie Poynter?!” I exclaimed in a nearly normal way.

“Uh… yeah…” I’m so surprise to hear that. But this is more humiliating than I ever thought! I throw up—ON HIM! Oh no, this is really embarrassing and unmemorable.

“Geez… I’m so—“ I didn’t finish apologizing and quickly run away from him. I hate everything that’s happening right now. I failed to get a job—I didn’t really failed but it’s like that, I sneaked into a party, and I threw up on a very cute guy’s cloth. Can anything good happen to my life right now, huh? I slow down a little bit so that I can wipe the remaining vomit remains on my mouth—

“HEY!”

Oh no, it’s him again. It’s Dougie again—anyway, the name Dougie is so cute. I try to run again but he grabs my arm again softly.

“Look, I need some rest. I want to go home now. I don’t want to cost anymore havoc today.” I told him, so that I can go home now and get over this humiliation happening to me lately. He sighs and he stares at me sympathetically. His hand that grabbed my arm slowly took off of my arm…

“But you can’t go home like that. Your father will surely find out that you go to a club.”

“Oh… you’re right.” I grinned, as well as him. Wow. It’s magical. What’s currently happening is magical; his eyes, his cute vivid blue eyes; his smile, those lips that look so soft; and everything else on him, magical, very magical. Well, I should say, almost magical when I unexpectedly throw up again, on him, again. Bad timing. He gasps.

“So…”

“Yes. I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect it will come out…”

“I need to change. I can’t meet your father with this look.”

“Okay, go. I’m sorry again.” He leisurely turned around and just before he starts walking away from me, he stops…

“Wait! Uhm… what’s your name again?”

“A-Amber…”

“Ah! Okay. Amber, where are you going now, anyway?”

“I will go—“ Oops. Yeah Amber, where are you going? I put my hand on the back of my neck, rubbing it softly—a thing I never do on past, while thinking of a good place. “I—I don’t know…”

“Uhm… do you want to come to my place? If only you want to…”

My jaw drops a little. I don’t know. I just don’t feel anything good will going to happen if I come but I sort of want to…

“If you don’t want, it’s okay; just wait for me there and—“

“Sure”

“Huh?” He stops talking. I really don’t know what’s with me right now. This Amber is definitely not Amber.

“I said, sure… Sure as in… as in I will come to your place… now… with you…” I said anxiously while facing downwards. I never really do this thing before—you know, talking to some cute guy while facing downward, I never do that, until now… That’s why everything feels so weird…

“Ahh…” He said while nodding. “So—let’s go?”

“Sure!” WHOA! This is crazy, Amber. Minutes ago I threw up on this cute guy and then suddenly I’m going to his home… It’s not that bad though, because he doesn’t have any bad intentions—I think—but still! This is crazy! I’m becoming another person right now… Is it bad? Well I think—it is… good.

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btw, i just want to ask if i can put a slash standalone here... -_- i have one.. i'm not sure though if i can..