Dude, Your Wierd ( a Louis Tomlinson story) (Curently on Hiatus/Hold)

chapter 5

Trevors P.O.V

we walked out of the building and to the car. as i opened the door i was mentally fighting my inner concious to not scream right then and there. but ill wait.....

(in the car)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" i screamed at the top of my presious lungs that cant hit a note to save my life. i think that was the right time to do that. that was before Kayleigh slamed on the brakes, sending me flying into the windshield. i didnt put on a seatbelt. seatbelts are for chumps!

Kayleigh turned to me, giving me a death glare. omg! im dead!

"what the HELL was that for!!" she almost screamed at me. i just shrugged and answered.

"we got One Direction's number! do you expect me to be quiet. geez, after all these years of being my best friend i would think that you would know me better." she just shook her head and started driving again. ya, i just sassed my bff.

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i walked (more like strutted) into the house, dropping my purse on the floor in the prossess. i walked up the stairs calmly, thinking about the days events. so much happened from this morning when i was running for my life to when i got Louis Tomlinson's number. oh, and the others. hehe...

i plopped down on my bed, staring at the sealing. i have always hated that sealing, so bumpy and.... white! i hate white, its soo.. white and boring. but! i have paint under my bed! dont ask why, it was from painting my door and i didnt know where to put the left-overs.

i grabbed the paint from under the bed (color to the side>>>>) and started painting, jumping on my bed to get the far places. i need music.

i jumped down off the bed like i was in High School Musical and ran over to my i-pod dock. i turned on Swagger Jagger by Cher Lloyd and went back to painting, singing completely off key to the song. this is fun. very fun indeed.

finishing the painting i jumped off my bed and looked at my master peice. beautiful. i layed down and admired my painting skills. shit. i forgot the rest of my sealing. i had only painted the part over top of my bed.

i jumped off and looked at it from a distance. it actually looked pretty cool! all streaked with red and stuff. almost like blood! hehe, memories.....

i hopped down the stairs to see Kayleigh staring intently at her phone, a smile on her face. hell, if she keeps smiling like that she wont have a face to talk with! actually, that might not be so bad. i mean, she wouldnt be able to critisize everything i do in the name of fun. this is a plan.....

i jumped on the couch beside her, scaring the living jub-jubs out of her. she glared at me, then went back to her phone and a smile appeared once again on that face of hers.

i smirked, a plan forming in my head. i must know what makes Kayleigh so happy, for future perposes. puttong my plan into action, i grabbed her phone from her tiny hands and ran for my life. i could hear her yelling at mr as she jumped up from the couch to chase me.

i ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Kayleigh banged on the door from the other side but i ignored her, looking at her text messages to see what was making her so happy.

clicking on the app, i scroll through the massages. ah, so this is what makes her so happy...

m: HHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

h: hi Trevor.

m: how did you know ;)

h: kayleigh alreay said hi. you live with her too so its kind of obvious

m: oh... well, oh well! i stole her phone so i could see what was making her so happy. now i know

h: wow, did you have sugar or something?

m: noooooo....... maybe.....

h: well then what did you do

m: oh nothin. just painted my room with blood, the usual

h: um.....

m: kidding!

h: k.. well can i talk to kayleigh again, i have something to ask her.

m: ooooooooooo! someone has a cwush!

h: maybe....

m: ke here she is. and tell her not to kill me because you love me!

i unlocked the door and handed Kayleigh back her phone, then ran away before i could die the horrible death that she has probably thought up in the tiny little mind of hers. but i really dont need to because after Harry asks Kayleigh that one little question, i will be home freeeeeeee!!!

i stepped foot into my room and the first thisg i heard was screaming and then a crash. i grabbed my stuffed poodle and booked it to the sound of the scream. when i arrived though, Kayleigh was just standing there smiling like a joker at her phone. joker...hm, i should watch batman again, that was a good movie.

anyways, she was just standing there with a broken mirror beside her on the ground. really now, cant the mirror be broken on a table or somthin, because the ground is messy enough as it is and i dont want to be the cleaning all og that glass. for all i know that glass could cut me deeply, creating a stream of blood running down the floor boards, and not stopping because i will bleed to death and then i wont be able to meet Spiderman!!! wow there Trevor, take o deep breath and relax.

Kayleigh looked up from her phone and her smile dropped and a confuzled look took over that pretty little face of hers.

"why are you holdinng a stuffed poodle?" she asked. i looked down at it.

"uh duh! i was going to protect you because i heard a scream and a crash and i though you were being attacked."

she shook her head. "okay first: we are in our own home that no one except you or me can get in. and second: what the hell could a poodle do?"

i just shrugged. "well i could either a) hit them till they die, b) strangle them with the tail of the poodle or c) stuff the poodle in their mouth then duct-tape their mouth closed so they cant get it out and then they would choke on the powerful fluffy-ness of it." she just shook her head.

"well you wont have to do that becaus ei was screaming of excitment and hit the mirror by accident. you see, Harry just asked me out." she said, till looking at me weirdly.

"AHA!!!!! I KNEW IT!!! WOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

AN

so i updated!! yay!!! be happy and do a little happy dance in you chair. (if your sitting on a chair. you might be on the ground or on your bed for all i know) k, il give you five seconds. ready. steady. no!