Dani's P.O.V.
My foot was still throbing in pain and covered in gauzed. Right now, I can't even walk to the bathroom without anyone giving me some assistance. I sigh as I think about all the things I can't do for a while. I can't run, swim, -okay the next one is the worst thing of all- dance, skate, skateboard, wear two shoes and so much more. Such a sad life, I know.
I'm upstairs, in my room and surfing through t.v. channels. I'm pretty bored since I can't do anything I want at all. And one stupid thing is that the lads wouldn't let me out of my room until they said so. They even left Kasie to babysit me. Okay, that's just really wrong. I'm 16 and I have an I.Q. of a prodigy and they want me to be babysitted. Yeah, they still baby me a lot, but I like the feeling. Besides, I can get Kasie to do anything I want. Cue my evil laugh in my mind.
"Kasie!"
"Yeah Dan-Dan?"
"I'm hungry again, and please don't call me Dan-Dan."
"No way Dan-Dan. And why so hungry again?" She told me, like she ain't used to it. "Its only been like two hours." She exaggerated.
"Two hours too long Kas-Kas." I winked at her. Just to make the game more fair.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Popcorn and chips?" She asked.
"You read my mind." I chuckled.
She was walking out the when she reminded, "Friendly reminder Dan-Dan, don't leave the room. Okay?" Okay.
"Okay Kas-Kas. I promise."
Then she just left me alone in the room. What should I do now? Since leaving the room isn't an option, I just have to think positive. Or should I say, IMAGINE!
Okay, so lets imagine stuff. Uhm...I imagine unicorns ridding off into the sunset and waving hello to every single person below.
I think that was too imaginative. Okay, I quit. So what else can a girl with a sprained ankle can do? Hmm...there's nothi- OH MY GOODNESS! I completely utterly forgot about my Twitter friend! JH. He's my only escape from boredom, and I'm really desperate.
I grabbed Niall's MacBook from his bedside table and turned it on. I'm sure Niall won't mind if I used his laptop. But I got to make sure he doesn't see me use Twitter or else. All the others might know that I deleted mine and no one else knows about my new one. I opened up the surfer and typed in quickly, "Twitter.com" and pressed enter. Come on, loading la la la loading la la la YES! I was finally on Twitter. I typed in my username, "@AndreaPotata" and my password, which is confidently secret -but its like easy to guess. Enter and once again, loading la la la loading la la la -why doesn't this place have better connection?- loading la la la okay. I'm finally on my Twitter! Yey!
Interactions (3)
Didn't know I had interactions, well now I do. And who could be the person tagging me? Clicked the Interactions tab and here we go again, loading la la la loading la la la loading la la la loading and here I am. So I got 3 Interactions from none other than- well JH is like the nicest guy ever and is like my on line crush but in retrospect I don't even know waht he looks like- JH the magnificent Twitter dude.
Here's the 3 Twitter tweets he sent me:
@ImAnIrishPotato: @AndreaPotata Hey Andy!!! Tweet back if you're not being lazy :p
@ImAnIrishPotato: @Andreapotata I guess you're being lazy :) Lazy bum haha
@ImAnIrishPotato: @AndreaPotata Hope you have a great day! :D
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More Chances Than One - n.h.
Fanfictionin where a girl's heart is amounted to the number of chances she gave