Trapped! (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter - 1

Chapter - 1 

"Maybe if we add the syrup to the chicken it would taste better?" I said, raising her eyebrows. "I think that would qualify for something 'unique' and never heard of."

"I don't know," Ari said, uncertainly. "Taste might be weird and too unique. This depends of the strawberry syrup, maple syrup, honey syrup and blueberry syrup."

"Eww," I said. "I think maple syrup makes a weird combo. Reminds me of pancakes."

"Ooh!" Ari said. "Don't forget the pancakes. T.J'll kill us if we don't do it in return."

"Look who's talking," I snorted, making the bowl of strawberry syrup shake a bit. "You practically own him. You were the one who made him lick the underside of some old, smelly sneaker. Of course, I'll leave out the part where you blackmailed him."

Ari scowled. She's one of those stubborn types. And her name suits her too, which is Arianna De Dorianne Le Cormac Stevenson. Pretty long eh? Everyone calls her Ari, though. I understand that. 

"Madam Carly Pimple-dotted Acid Bowl, you have forgetten that you basically egged me on!" Ari said, hands on hips with a smirk on her face.

I sighed. "I give up because the scent of all the syrups is enveloping me into a terrible syrupy smell. If you get what I mean."

"You mean that syrup is like a weakness to you?" Ari asked, puzzled. It's so weird that she's my best friend. She can't understand half of my quotes or Awesome English when I tell it to her.

"Kind of," I said. "The smell is so rich, I feel like puking."

"Your welcome," Ari said, handing me a paper bag. "As long as not even the scent reaches my dress. I know how your puke stinks."

That's right, Ari has known me long enough to predict when I'll puke and how it smells. Let me get this straight, we've been friends since we saw loaded diapers. Eww.

The doorbell rang. "Thank God," I said. "I'll get it. Time for some fresh air."

"No way," Ari said, stubbornly. "I deserve it more, so, my dear Carly, all I wanna say is..."

I looked at her curiously. "That the last one there is a rotten egg and has to clean up the mess in the kitchen!" Ari said as she zoomed past me.

Oops. Should've seen that coming. I ran to the door. Ari tripped over the carpet and I grabbed her ankle. "Not so fast, you ploopy plimp!" Ari kicked and tried to release herself. As for the result, well, I fell down too and the carpet rolling over us as we rolled over the floor in a tangled mess. We rolled right to the front of the door. Ari reached out to the door stand. I tried to untangle myself. I never guessed so much fighting and tangling would be necessary to get away from a messy and syrupy kitchen. P.U. The smell is still stinging my nose!

Ari almost got to the door when a male voice outside said, "Okay, I dunno about you guys, but I'm coming in with Jason. I hope you're clothed." I'd recognise that flat voice anywhere. It was none other than T.J and Jason. Well yeah, basically. 

"C'mon in! And help us too," Ari mumbled through the carpet rolled around us. The door knob clicked and T.J stepped in followed by the tallest, thinnest boy of our school, Jason. 

"Whoa!" T.J said, laughing, sharply. "I gotta tweet this!"

"Don't you dare, Terry Jones Harper!" I screamed, in a muffled voice.

"Do you know how many people have stepped and rubbed their feet over this thing," Jason kicked the carpet a little and Ari groaned.

"Yeah, I bet your eating my three-month old foot crud, right now," T.J said with a sly grin.