Trust, Love, and Lost Relations

Little Ball of Energy

Felicity's P.O.V.

When I woke up the next morning, I was really tired. Yesterday's events would do that to anyone, to be honest. Poor Chris is probably freaking out mentally at home. I'll have to call him later. I went downstairs to make a cup of tea, and noticed that we had no tea left. Dammit. I thought to myself, annoyed. I need caffeine!

I was scanning my sleepy brain, trying to find a solution to the problem. Then it hit me, why not just go to Timmy's? There's one right down the street and I had a whole lot of extra change I needed to use. I went upstairs and got dressed quickly. I am so not going out in public in my PJs. I put on a little bit of eyeliner and mascara, brushed my teeth, and went back downstairs.

I found a pen and sticky note and quickly scrawled a messy note to Clarissa, telling her where I was going, making sure to mention my utter distress at having no caffeine, and left it on the table.

After that, I went and stood outside the door for a couple minutes to figure out what to wear. It seemed like sweater weather, so I went back upstairs to grab a sweater and then left.

When I got to Timmy's, I spent about five minutes standing there debating what I should order. I knew when I came in that I was gonna grab a muffin while I'm here, but I was having a tough time decided which drink to get. So far, I had narrowed it down to either an ice cap, a tea, or a french vanilla. I finally decided on an ice cap, because why not celebrate the warm weather, and went to order.

I ordered a medium ice cap with a mint chocolate flavour shot and a fruit explosion muffin. While she was typing that into the register, I was debating whether or not I was feeling nice today, and decided I might as well. So, I ordered Clarissa an ice cap as well, and ordered tea for the boys. That may seem stereotypical, as they're all British except Niall, but Louis loves tea, and I don't know what the others drink. Besides, if they all have the same thing, they can't fight about it.

While I was walking back home, I stopped at the gas station. I walked in and walked to the candy aisle. I figured I might as well get a treat while I was here. I grabbed a bag of sour patch kids, a bag of Swedish berries, and a tub of gummies.

I walked back to the house and seen everyone was awake. "Hello," I said to the room. I heard a chorus of 'hi's and 'hello's in reply. "I come bearing gifts," I said cheerfully. After that, they all jumped out of their seats to see what I brought.

I handed everyone their drinks and hid the candy while they were all too preoccupied by their drinks to notice. No one was allowed to see those yet. I was gonna eat them later. I took out my muffin and started to eat while everyone else was having their own conversations.

I finished my ice cap a couple hours later and decided that it was late enough to eat the candy now and pulled it out of my pocket.

When everyone heard the wrapper open, their heads all snapped towards me in unison, as if it was planned. I looked at them all innocently.

"What's that?" Louis asked suspiciously.
"Nothing..."I said, drawing out the word.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well it looks like candy to me," he said, narrowing his eyes at me.
"What ever gave you that idea?" I asked, feigning shock.

"Oh, you know," he said sarcastically, "just the words printed on the package saying 'sour candy'," he said. Dammit! Busted! I thought. I reluctantly held the bag out, offering it to anyone who wanted some.

"You got any other candy?" Clarissa asked, as she doesn't like sour candy very much. I reluctantly got out the rest of the candy and put in on the coffee table. You people suck. I thought, rudely in my head.