ALL I REALLY NEED IS A LITTLE MORE YOOOOOOUUUUOOOOOUUUUU.
“MAGGIE, TURN IT DOWN!!” I yelled, banging on the wall that separates our rooms.
“It’s been a week since the concert right?” My friend, Erika, asked as she lounged on my bright yellow beanbag. “You’d think it would have all blown over by now.”
“Oh please,” I scoffed. “it’s like this EVERYDAY.” I jumped off my bed, ran straight down the hall to the door of Maggie’s room, and knocked as loud as I could.
The door opened abruptly, as if she was waiting there the whole time.
“YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!” Maggie screamed into my face.
“LET ME GUESS!” I screamed back, trying to be heard over the music. “AUNT CAROL FROM AUSTRALIA CALLED AND ASKED IF YOU COULD TURN THE MUSIC DOWN?”
Maggie rolled her eyes at me, but scurried back inside her room to lower the volume.
“Can you keep your fangirling to a minimum when my friends are here please?” I asked, once I could hear my own voice again.
“Oh yeah right, what friends? Ryan?” Maggie joked.
“I’ll have you know, there are four people in that room,” I said, jerking my thumb to the direction of my room.
“Okay, you’re officially the most popular girl in all the land,” Maggie said, stretching her arms out to add even more sarcasm into her previous statement. “But I’m still cooler than you. And you know why?”
“Because I don’t own a pair of pink fuzzy slippers with unicorn heads on them?” I asked, staring down at her feet.
“Yes,” Maggie replied. “But also because you don’t have a Skype session with Toby James McDonough,” she finished with a big toothy grin.
“What?”
“There was this contest on the street team site wherein you have to promote their latest video on every social media website possible and take a screen shot of it. Then, the most number of responses you get from your post, like “likes” on Facebook, “notes” on Tumblr-“
“Yes, I’m familiar with these tools of online communication,” I said, cutting her off.
“Anyway, I WON. And I get a Skype session with Toby in like, an hour!!”
“Better hit the showers then,” I said, messing up her bedhead hair.
“Gosh, you make it so hard to be excited over anything,” Maggie said exasperatedly. “But whatever, not even your cynicism can douse the fuel of my excitement.” And with that, she skipped off down the hall, and into the bathroom.
“I see you’ve been working on your vocab skills!” I called out after her, before she shut the door.
*
I went back to my room where I found Ryan, along with our friends, Erika, Rachel, and TJ, laughing while looking at something on my computer.
“Doesn’t sound like you guys are working on our project,” I said in a reprimanding tone.
“I was just telling them about your little run in with Mr. Almost Harry Styles,” Ryan said, with a cocky grin.
“Ryaaaannnn!” I groaned, recalling the embarrassment.
“Funny, they don’t look much alike,” TJ teased as he and the others continued to crowd around my computer screen.
I pushed past them to check out what exactly they were staring at.
