Chapter 3 - Explanation’s and Nando’s
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Kaitlyn, Stacey, and I got in the car and buckled our seats. I hadn’t even gotten the car started when Stacey said “Spill it now!”
“I think Niall’s hot…?” I said not wanting to tell the full truth.
“And…” I hate having friends who know me to well sometimes.
“I might have a tiny crush on him.” I said turning.
“I KNEW IT!” Stacey yelled in my ear.
“Oh my god Stacey stop yelling in my ear! You are banned to the backseat! Kaitlyn is always quiet on car rides! Oh mi dios eres tan jodidamente molesto a veces me puede matar y ser la persona más feliz del mundo!!”
“That’s not fair you know I don’t Spanish.”
“HaHa vous ne savez pas français non plus. J'aime être bilingue.”
“I don’t know French either!!!”
“eu sei.”
“Portuguese!” she said crossing her arms.
“If you cant speak it how do you know what language I speaking?”
“I know what they sound like I just cant understand them.”
~~~~~~~~~~12 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~
We all were waiting for our food to arrive. Luckily Liam stopped Niall from ordering half the menu.
“So what’s something cool about you guy‘s?” Zayn asked trying to start a conversation.
“I run track and I’m on the volleyball team.” Stacey stated
“I’ve been to Russia, Iceland, and china.” Kaitlyn said sounding kind of prissy.
“I speak Spanish, French, and Portuguese. Parce que je suis génial que epicly!”
“I know a bit of French, Niall knows Spanish, don’t you Niall?” Louis said nudging Niall and winking.
“Sí.” Niall said blushing.
The lady came with our food and sent a flirty glance to Niall and a ping of jealousy came over me. I felt like yelling to her that she cant have him but instead I sent her a death glare.
“So how old our you?” Harry asked.
“I’m legal if that’s what your asking.” Kaitlyn joked.
I gasped and smacked her shoulder giggling. And that’s how the rest of the lunch was, fun and questioning.
Sorry it’s short but I just wanted to update real quick before I leave town for the rest of today and most of tomorrow. But ……….
<(‘-’)># I made u a waffle
<(‘_’)># But then I got mad
<(‘_’)> =# <(‘o’)> So I threw it at u
<(‘-’)> <(‘o#)> And it hit u in the face
