My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

Pinkie-swear?

PINKIE-SWEAR?

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"Hi Liiiiiil!" I exclaimed.

"Hi Jaaaaaz!" she yelled back, mocking me, as she ran over to hug me.

"I haven't seen you for ages!" I said excitedly.

"I know! It's been... what? Three hours?!" she replied, mocking me, again. I laughed at her sarcasm.

"How much more sugar have you had since school?" she asked, as I fell off my couch laughing

"Just a little bit of cola." I said loudly, giggling.

She sighed, an 'I give up' kind of sigh. Since when is she the mature one?

"Down to business." She said with a poker straight face, snapping me out of my thoughts on our sudden role reversal. "What food do you have?"

My turn to sigh. But as I slowly began to remember what I had bought on the way home, a huge grin spread across my face. I jumped on my bed and shouted, "JAFFA CAKES!" Maybe I shouldn't have had that cola... I realised that she had joined me, jumping on the bed. I stopped and glared at her. She too stopped and tilted her head to the left, out of confusion.

"LILIANA CATHERINE BROWN." I screeched in her face, causing her to fall on her bum. "GET YOUR FUDGING SHOES OFF MY BED!"

She looked down at her feet, then up at me, then rolled her eyes. Suddenly realising that I was going to attack her, she scrambled off the bed and hurriedly untied and removed her shoes. I used my vast skills of stealth to creep up behind her. Her eyes grew wide with fear and she turned around and spotted a cushion in my hands.

"DIE, you pizza!" I screamed as I began to whack her. But of course, Liliana, being Liliana, tackled me to the ground and started hitting me with her grey converse. "I surrender!" I squealed, trying to protect my face.

"Swear?" she asked cautiously.

"Pinkie-swear." I promised, holding up my pinkie as a white flag, and scrunching up my face, preparing for another blow. We always pinkie-swear. Our pact is that if one of us breaks a promise, the other gets to tell everyone something embarrassing, probably consisting of crushes. As far as I'm aware, we've never broken a promise.

She let me up and I ran over to my phone. "Yay! He replied!" I squealed as I read the Draw Something notification.

"HE? WHO IS HE?!" Lilli shrieked.

"Harry Styles is playing Draw Something with me." I said coyly.

"It's a fake." She replied dryly, all the excitement drained from her face. "Where did you get the username?"

"Facebook." I told her.

"Fake." She repeated.

"You want a bet?" I challenged.

"Go on." She encouraged.

"If I can get Harry Styles to follow me on Twitter, you have to wear your pyjamas to school on Monday." I said grinning. I know it's optimistic, but what have I got to lose?

"You've got yourself a bet." She said as we shook hands.

It's time to get to work.

Some time later in the evening...

"Jaz, pass the Jaffa Cakes?" Liliana asked, in a hyper state.

I took a second to think about it, before screaming "No!" and shoving the remaining two in my mouth.

"You're gonna pay for that you little burger!" she growled.

You might have noticed our replacement of swear words with food. We decided to make more of an effort not to cuss, so Charlotte wouldn't learn any foul language too early in life.

Suddenly a yelp escaped my mouth and I winced in pain. "What the fudge?" I looked at my hand, which was throbbing. "MOTHER OF FOOD, DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!" I screeched, while I examined the red teeth shaped markings on my hand.

"Yup, I was hungry, and you ate the last of the food." She pointed out. It's not as if there's a whole kitchen of food downstairs, for crying out loud!

"Did I taste good?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.

"Mmm, very." She replied, stifling a giggle. But neither of us could, and we burst out laughing.

As I nursed my wounds, literally, I told Lil "If I can get Harry to follow me by next Saturday, it has to be the fluffy onesie."

"Fine." She agreed confidently. "And if you can't... You have to run around the school screaming 'I love Harry Styles', and, I get to video it and post it wherever I want."

"Deal." I said as, once again, we shook on it.

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