Weird Dreams and Bipolar FriendsA Chapter by BrooklynHotel 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 BrooklynReviews
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6 Reviews Added on July 2, 2012 Last Updated on July 2, 2012 AuthorBrooklynwhy do you want to know?, MAAboutI'm a fourteen year old girl that is now in her freshman year of highschool. wish me luck!. I'm awful at spelling, and I need to work on "down time" in stories. I also can't seem to write one book for.. more..Writing
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