"Brooklyn were going to miss our flight" I put the loose peice of hair behing my ear as Belle yelled for me. I picked up my bag and ran to the door. "Youre to pretty to be my friend" Belle snickered that was her joke. We loaded into our massive amount of lugage into my SUV. We pulled out of her house where I picked her up two hours before so her parents could cry and weep over her before they left to go to my house and probably cry more with my parent, fun. Incoming call from: Mother "great" I muttered to myself before hitting the anwser button with a chiper 'hello'. "Be careful, dont get raped, and dont get any more tattoos. Belle and I had to laugh we already 15 and we had just recently turned 18 well 5 months ago. "Mom we'll be fine" I said while looking in my mirror fixing my hair again. "Come home for christmas" Belles mom chirped from the backround, "god mom what did you do teleport there" Belle let out a snort. It was true my mom moved us to a farm house about 20 minutes from Belles house. "Mom we have to go love ya" I hung up and let out a sigh. Parents were so complicated. "Turn up the radio" Belle said as she reached for volume button.
Heres a good old song from the band One Direction Little things. Belles mouth fell open as she sang all the words. We had spent countless nights hanging up posters, tweeting about the boys, to them having them ignore us, crying when they got a girlfriend, and even a signed picture. Add in two concerts and you had our teenage years. We've been planning for college in Ireland since we were 13. Trinity University our dream school was also were we were now enlisted to be freshman in the fall. Belle and I were both going to major in music, and Belle in dance. Music was our main choice because face it who would take two girls with spider bites (all Belle I tried to talk her out of it) gauges technichally called plugs, nose peircings, belly button peircings, and tons of tattoos. Belle was gorgeous with her straight black hair with purple tips falling to the middle of her back, and dark brown eyes. She was alot shorter than me she was 5'4 I was 5'9. I, Brooklyn on the other hand had dark brown hair that I dyed in high school freshman year. I had dark green eyes that seemed to get darker alot according to Belle. Belle and I were bestfriends we knew everything about each other and we were extremely alike, outgoing, funny well to us.
