Six Girls, Five Guys, One Summer (One Direction)

Chapter 12: Kyle Tells All

A/N Hey everyone! Happy Day After Valentine's Day! I hope you all had a great day yesterday! Now, for the chapter (which I actually got in on time now!). Hope you all enjoy!

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Simone’s POV

“Can we go do something today?” I whined to my roommate, Courtney, as I spun around in the hotel room’s desk chair. “I’m bored and I want to do something.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” Courtney responded, pulling her ear buds out of her ears. “We could go to Central Park, the Statue of Liberty, Fifth Avenue, the Empire State Building…” she was listing off some ideas for places to go.

“How about we go to Fifth Avenue? I want to go shopping!” I exclaimed, pumping my fist in the air. “I’ve always wanted to go to Tiffany’s,” I mused, starting to daydream. Suddenly I imagined myself as Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

Thankfully, Courtney snapped me out of that before it could have gotten weirder than it had been already getting. “You want to go to Tiffany’s? You wouldn’t be able to afford a single thing there!” She burst out laughing, leaning against the headboard of her bed. “Everything is way too expensive there.”

I sighed, thinking about that. “Okay, fine. How about we go to the Statue of Liberty?”

“That sounds good to me. I’ll talk to the rest of the group and see if they’d like to join us,” she said, winding up her ear buds around her iPod. She looked at me, and asked, “Hey, by the way, what would you do if you ex-boyfriend texts you and asks if you want to get back together?”

My eyes widened just a bit. “No way, you can’t be talking about Braeden, can you?” I asked.

“What other desperate jerk of an ex could I be talking about?” Courtney forced a laugh.

“Um, some guy you never told any of us about?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. But why would you ask? What’s going on, Courtney?”

“Never mind,” Courtney said with a sigh. “It wasn’t important anyway.”

“Okay…but remember; if something is bothering you, just tell me, okay? I may be younger than you, but I’m really good with these kinds of things,” I told her.

“Yeah, okay. Wait a minute, why are you so good with these kinds of things anyway?” Courtney asked.

“Don’t ask me that. I don’t actually have an answer to that, to be perfectly honest,” I giggled, and so did she. “But, if you’re really feeling down, you know what I’ve noticed that cheers you up, Miss Dance Camp?” I laughed a bit more as I said that.

Courtney rolled her eyes. “That’s very funny, Simone,” she said sarcastically. “But, Miss Dance Camp would like to know what you’ve discovered.”

I laughed. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself in third person, Courtney. It’s weird.”

“Says the girl who was daydreaming about being Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” Courtney laughed. When I stared at her with a confused expression, she added, “You mumble when you daydream.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Do you want to know what I think cheers you up or not?”

“Yeah, sure, but it’s probably something I already knew,” Courtney mumbled.

“You love to dance!” I exclaimed, smiling at her.

Courtney’s eyes seemed to light up when I said dance. I don’t understand how she didn’t get that when I said Miss Dance Camp, but oh well. But I knew the look she was giving me. That’s right; Courtney Azelynn Anderson had an idea.