One Direction, a Tour Bus and Me

Prologue

I sat staring at the blank sheet of lined paper, tapping my finger against the desk while my iHome blasted out Sleeping With Sirens Roger Rabbit. I had to write an Essay about me and my interests for English because we had just got a new teacher, who wanted to "get to know her students better."

I sighed, dropping my arm and retrieving my Samsung from my pocket. I typed in my passcode, 511 (Misha Collins' height), and opened up my contact list, scrolling through until I found my best friends name.

Sophie'The'Sexy'Beast<3

I pressed the call button beside her name, putting the phone on loud speaker as I placed it down on the desk. It rang five times before she picked up.

"Hey my bitch," She called down the phone. I could practically hear the smile in her voice.

"Changing your name again are you?" I asked her, looking at the screen. I remember resetting her name as 'Whore.'

"What? I am a sexy beast and you know it." I could imagine her winking next to me.

"Yeah, whatever," I laughed, spinning around on my chair. I paused for a second. "Can you come around please?"

"Why?" She dragged out the why, her voice like a small childs.

"Need help."

"With what?"

 "An English thing," I informed her.

"Be there in five."

* * *

Her ice blue eyes scanned the room, landing on the atrocity that was my desk, where there was about fifty different piles of paper balls all crumpled up. There was a small bin sat beside it which also happened to be overflowing with Rockstar Energy cans and paper.

"Oh, yeah. I can see that now," She chuckled, moving towards the paper mound. "So what is it about?" She straightened out a piece of paper and read the few, pathetic lines I had written on it.

Hi, my name is Screw You. I have natural dark brown hair and green eyes. I am a Ninja. The music on my IPod consists of Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, All Time Low, My Chemical Romance and Of Mice & Men. And I am now bored, so C'ya.

"Well, it's very..." Sophie struggled to find the words to describe it.

"Plain?" I offered. She nodded in response, then picked a pen out of my drawer. I don't do pots or pencil cases, I just shove them in my top drawer. It's easier that way. 

She began scribbling something down on the paper, glancing up at me every so often. 

"There, but don't expect me to do it again! You never do my homework for me," She whined.

"Hey, I've done some art stuff for you before!" I defended myself, a hand above my heart.

"Still. If you make me do it again I'll ground you," She joked.

"Okay mummy. What's for dinner?" She lightly hit me around the head before answering.

"Nothing for you, you naughty child. Eat your bedsheets." I poked my tongue out at her, taking the paper from her hands gently and skim reading it.

It was good, not too long and not to short with no cussing and/or insuling comments."Thank you, now I give you Oreo's and Ice Cream as a thank you." I grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the kitchen. She laughed lightly and followed, not needing me to drag her.

Once we got down the stairs and into the kitchen, I shoved her into a chair, before I bounded over to the freezer. I took out a large tub of Oreo ice cream, just one pot in the large stash I had bought the last time I had been shopping.

I removed two spoons from a drawer, opening the lid and shoving them into the delicious frozen stuff. I slammed it onto the wooden table, about to endulge myself when she said the words. The words I had nightmares about.  "I got us tickets to a One Direction concert," She blurted.

"WHAT?!" I shrieked. I hated that boy band. I couldn't stand them.

"Please come with me! I'll buy you tickets to any concert you want to go to!" She bargined.

I thought about it for a minute. I could use this opportunity to get some tickets to the All Time Low tour.

Swallowing my pride, I spat out, "So, when's the concert?" 

 "Tommorow." I suddenly lost my appitite, only to magically get it back, due to the fact Oreo's were involved.