Weird Dreams and Bipolar Friends

Weird Dreams and Bipolar Friends

A Chapter by Brooklyn

Hotel bed, sweet hotel bed. O how I love thee. The only thing bad about the hotel is that I share a room with Drew which means I have to listen to her blasting One Direction the whole night. Which reminds me of Harry.

He has the most amazing eyes. And his abs photo-shopped? Heaven. Though his real abs are pretty heavenly too. I would know, I’ve been forced to stare at them for hours by Drew. She also trained me to know which one of them is singing. So when Harry takes the lead, I know. And it makes me sad. A celebrity asks me out and I have a boyfriend. Life is so unfair.

Mason. A day ago I thought I loved him. In my defense, I’m a teenage girl and all teenage girls think they love their BFs. Now? I’m in shock right? That’s all. Or maybe it’s just too early to tell. But I’m not falling for harry. I refuse. And refusal has gotten me far in life.

I go to bed hearing Moments.

 

I wake up on the ground. I must have rolled off the bed during the night. I sit up and find both Harry and mason in my room.

“It’s fine,” Harry repeats just as unconvincingly as the first time. “I’ve just been staring at you all this time. But, yeah, it’s fine. Don’t go out with me. It’s cool.”

“How could you?” Mason asks, his dark eyes flashing with pain and disbelief. “How could you even think about going out with another guy. I thought you were better then that, Ari.”

“But�"“ I say, not knowing who to protest to first. I needed them both to understand.

 

I wake up for real this time. That was a weird dream. I told Harry no, end of story. Even if I broke up with Mason now�"which I won’t�"it’d be too late now, anyway. He probably already has a girlfriend. I mean, he is a celebrity.

So I have to let it go.

Somewhere in the distance I hear “Ari and Harry sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” I decide that it’s just my groggy brain playing tricks on me.

I throw my stuff into my duffle, not really caring about what gets wrinkled. That’s what an irons for, people. I chuckle softly. Like I’m gonna iron. I pull on an outfit that I had left to the side and brushed my hair and teeth. Ready to face the day. It only took me half the day to wakeup I think, frowning.

Of course, Drew’s still asleep. She needs to have at least twelve hours of sleep or she’s as grouchy as heck. And when she’s grouchy, she’s useless.  But if I let her sleep another three hours, we’ll miss our train. Better to get it over with.

Shall I? I think I shall. I pull her blanket clean off the bed in one yank. She sputters as the coolness of the room hits her. “Up and atom.” I order.

“Aye-aye, Captain.” She mumbles getting up much to slowly for me.

At two we board our train and head on our way to boring old Mendon, Massachusetts. Away from the bright lights and big city and, more importantly, Harry Styles.

As we speed away from One Direction, Drew slowly becomes herself again. “Remind me,” I say slowly, “to never go to a 1D concert with you again. I almost died of embarrassment.:

“Did I really to that?” She moans, “Please let it be a dream.”

“Are you, like, bipolar or something? Cause that was weird.”

“We never mention it again.”   



© 2012 Brooklyn


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Hi Brooklyn,
Good dose of the 'crazies'. Well done.
Regards
Shawlyn

Posted 12 Years Ago


Well, I wasn't in the shower or bathroom when I wrote this, so it was probably me. If you really are a teenager, and not a fifty year old pervert man (who really knows?), you have a skillful way of writing that actually sounds like a teenager. Like, one of the things I was wondering about was the last line. Should it be in quotations? Anyway, it's a fun story. Thank you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


haha ...i like one direction too...good work

Posted 12 Years Ago


This got me interested. You know at first I was a little...you know...iffy on the whole One Direction thing but each time I read one of these I get into it. I don't even realize it has to do with them anymore. Great Job keep it up

Posted 12 Years Ago


Sophie

12 Years Ago

yup.
Brooklyn

12 Years Ago

Chris hacked your account
Odayin

12 Years Ago

He didn't hack it. We just never closed it. Chris couldn't hack open a piggy bank haha
"....I almost died of embarrassment.: : should me "
and "We never mention it again" would sound better was "We will never mention it again"
;D
Good but short chapter, didn't spot any other mistakes. i wonder how this will go.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Haha, I like this chapter, even if it's kind of short :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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