Mallory and Rodrick were riding along the roads on their bikes. Rodrick had no idea where Mallory was leading him but he followed her anyway. Mallory started fiddling with her mother's spare phone.
"Straight off the plane to a new hotel." The girl shouted.
"What are you doing?" Rodrick questioned her.
"I never told you anything about England because all I could think of were the bad memories." She admitted. "But my friends and I rode our bikes around at midnight singing midnight memories by one direction."
"I'm not singing along." The boy refused. "Anyway it's not midnight, it's ten o'clock ."
"Midnight memories." Mallory screamed into the night sky. She lifted her hand off of the handle bars of her bike.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh." Rodrick sung along.
"Baby you and me." Mallory continued.
"Stumbling in the street. Singing, singing, singing, singing." The two teens sung in unison. It was off key but the two were having fun.
"I wouldn't see you as the one direction type." Mallory laughed.
She came to a halt outside the gates of a garden. She got off her bike, Rodrick did the same.
"Well there's a lot you don't know about me." Rodrick told her.
"Like what?" She questioned him.
"I did jazz classes when I was eight." He answered.
"No way." Mallory refused to believe what she had just heard. "I did ballet."
She laid down on the grass and looked at the sky. Rodrick laid down beside her.
"I'm not lying." He persuaded her. "What are we looking at?"
"The stars." She replied. "I used to do it with my friends all the time in England."
"I'd love to watch the stars with Heather one day." Rodrick blurted out.
Mallory looked at him.
"What do you see in her?" Mallory questioned. "She's a stuck up, rich kid who couldn't care about anything other than herself."
"She's pretty." He answered. "Like really hot."
"And that's it? All that matters is looks is it?" She inquired.
"Well no but she's hot and that makes her more attractive." Rodrick told her.
"Attractive and hot are technically the same thing." Mallory scoffed. "If all you like about a girl is her body and nothing else that is messed up."
"I don't just like her for her body." Rodrick argued. "I just like her."
"Sorry." Mallory apologised as she sat up. "Didn't mean to strike a nerve."
Rodrick sat up to, he leant on his elbows.
"You're the worst." He joked.
"You said yourself that we're alike." Mallory laughed.
"I'm going to get you for that." Rodrick threatened her.
Mallory jumped up and started running away.
"You'll have to catch me first." She told him. "I'm a fast runner, I won district spirts four out of four times for the one hundred metre sprint."
"Those kids were slow then." Rodrick snorted.
Mallory stopped running and looked at Rodrick, her jaw open.
"I hate you." She panted. A huge smile was plastered on her face.
Rodrick came up behind her, grabbing her waist and spinning her to face him. They were millimetres apart. Both of their breathing was heavy due to running. Rodrick started smiling.
"I hate you more." He told her.
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too much like me~ R Heffley
Fanfiction"You're just a little bit too much like me." "Come off it, I'm nothing like you. We only hang out because you convinced me to be in your stupid band."
