Directioners

Ellen's "Know or Go"

Scarlet’s P.O.V

“Okay guys,” I said, trying to wake them up, “we have a major decision ahead of us.”

“Yeah,” Ari answered, “either listen to you or go to sleep. No offense Scar, but I pick sleep over you.”

She rolled over, burying her head into her WWE sweatshirt. Phoe stood up, stretched,  then leaned against a wall and started to doze off.

“Girls, look,” I yelled. “It’s Randy Orton and John Cena!”

They both ran over to the window I was pointing to, groaning at the sight of a tree. I grinned evilly at the thoughts that were probably rushing through their minds.

“Anyway, Ellen called,” I said. “THE Ellen DeGeneres. Between the videos you guys have on Youtube, AND the latest One Direction incidents, she’s invited us.”

“YAY!” they both screamed, intertwining their fingers and jumping around like toddlers. “We’re going to Ellen!”

“Either of you know how to play Know or Go,” I asked, smirking as we walked out to my car.

They both gasped. “No way,” Ari breathed. “I’m a-a-afraid of, . . . h-h-heights.”

Phoe laughed and said, “You scared lil’ buddy?”

I hopped in the driver’s seat, honking the horn at them. Phoe fell to the ground; Ari ran up a tree. And to think, she said she was afraid of heights. Phoe got up, straightening her shirt, then proceeding to try and coax Arizona down.

“Make me get in that awesome car with the devil,” she screeched.

I gave an evil smirk. I’ll admit, I am evil at times, . . . especially to her. I remember the first time I showed my true colors. We were at school, seventh grade. She was at her locker, waiting for either me or Phoe to update her on Monday Night Raw. Being her impatient little self, she turned her back to everyone and started digging in her locker, looking for something to do.

I snuck up behind her, tackling her into her locker screaming, “SHEAMUS WAS A LEPRECHAUN LAST NIGHT!”

*Sigh,* the memories. I looked back at reality, Phoe dragging Ari by her leg to the car. Then buckling her up with at least five extra seat belts, not using one for herself. I sped all the way to Burbank and we ran backstage.

We dove behind something as we saw our worst enemies, One Direction. “Set up,” we all chorused.

I emerged from our hiding spot. The boy band didn’t know me, what did I have to hide? Phoe followed me, but Ari stayed planted right there.

“We’ll be back for you,” I whispered. “And you’re coming with us whether you like it or not.”

She gave me a sheepish grin and tried to hide herself even more. Phoe and I approached 1D and Ellen, who were casually chatting away.

“Oh, boys, I believe you know Phoenix,” Ellen said, pointing to Phoenix. Her attention turned to me as she said, “And this is Scarlet, a dear friend of theirs.”

Zayn gave me a small wave. Oh god, how I could melt right now! Out of the five, he was my favorite, though I didn’t dream about him every night. It was a more once a week type of thing. Louis ran up to me and engulfed me in a hug.

“Gonna. . . die. . . today,” I coughed, Phoenix and the other boys started laughing at the situation I was in. I heard other laughter, probably from Ellen and Ari as a cameraman shot the action. “Louis, . . . can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sorry,” he replied, a smirk spread across his face.

“Not,” I mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear me. Unfortunately, Phoe did, as she rolled on the floor with laughter.