The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 9

"I'm home!" Mom shouted from downstairs. I immediately brightened up and placed my MacBook beside me. Currently, I was stationed on the bed; my legs spread over the purple silk sheets. I had been browsing the net while I was home alone. I flung my legs across the bed and got down. I slipped on my flats and ran downstairs. 

"Hey, mom!" I hugged my mother. She had just returned from the studio.  

"Hey, baby. What's up? Where are Mike and Phee?" She asked, breaking out of the embrace and placing her car keys and coat on the table.  

"They went home two hours ago." It was true. They had gone home about two hours ago. Phoebe wanted to go home while Mike wanted to go check out a new CD with his friend. He had offered to take me along with him, so that I could buy the new COD game but I was feeling lazy and as much as I love COD, I couldn't be bothered to go with him. So, I asked him to get me one.  

"That's bad." My mom said, dusting herself. I nodded. 

"How was your day?" I asked, sitting on the dinning table and helping myself to grapes. I just LOVE grapes. Hell, I love every single fruit.  

"My day was tiring. The boys were goofing around with each other and Paul had to literally scold them to stop." She chuckled. I rolled my eyes. 

"Sounds like them."  

"You shouldn't be so hard on them, sweetie. The boys are good-natured." She said. 

"Nay, I think I'll pass." I replied. 

Mom sighed. "Well, I'm not gonna persuade you to start liking them."  

And, that is why I love my mom so much! She's gotta be the coolest mom ever. But every kid says that about their mom.  

"A quick heads-up, though." Mom's voice broke my thoughts. I ushered her to continue. "You'll be seeing a lot more of them as they'll be visiting more often."  

"Well, then. I'm gonna have to learn to put up with them." I stated. She laughed.  

"I'm afraid so." She joked. I smiled at her and got up from my seat to go upstairs. Once up, I went into a peaceful slumber. 

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An annoying ring woke me up from my dreams about Tom Cruise. I almost cursed the person who was calling at this ungodly time. I groped my hand through the night-stand, accidentally knocking it out. I finally found the source of the irritating noise. I swear I'm gonna adopt Thoreau's policy and ditch this world and live my own, peaceful life in the woods. Though, I don't really want to try it out. Who knows what animal might attack me? I don't fancy being eaten by an animal. I imagine myself dying an old and serene death. 

Okay, this is creeping me out. I'm talking about my death! I don't wanna think about it. I'm too young to die. Moreover, who would want such a piece of work to die?  

Ah, I can be so full of myself sometimes. Meh, I don't care. I'm awesome and the World knows it.  

I suddenly remembered why I was rambling in the first place and slid my finger across the screen; not caring to see who had called. Just when I was about to say hello, a beep sounded on the other line. I remove my phone from my ear and inspected it. 

3 missed calls from Mom. Holyshizsticks, I missed her calls. She will go ballistic on me now! I punched in her number and dialled. After two rings, she answered. 

"Were you sleeping?" My mom asked. 

"No, Mom. I was actually partying with my imaginary pals. Don't cha know?" I rolled my eyes, sarcastically. What do I do at 9 in the morning? That's right. I sleep!