Chapter 2:
“God, I should get paid for being your chauffeur,” I groaned as ‘the little princess’ stepped into my brand new car.
“Nat, you do,” she mentioned.
That shut me up, since it was partially true. I don’t get directly paid; I just don’t have to pay for my gas and car washes. Good enough, right? Changing the subject, I asked her, “So, how are you even going to find these British boys?”
Honestly, I wanted to see for myself why so many girls love them. I listened to their music once and yeah, the message for like one of their songs, What Makes You Beautiful, is great and all. But being called beautiful is the last thing Tiffany needs to hear. Instead, her ear needs to get a good dosage of, “goodness, what is this demented potato doing here,” which is something that I hear pretty much everyday.
“Oh, it’s easy. Just look for a hoard of teenage girls surrounding a hotel. And one of them is Irish.”
Is she being serious right now? Does this girl not know how many hotels are in freaking California? Obviously not. Taking a deep breath, I ignored her last statement. “Do you even know how many hotels are here in Cali?”
“Chill out, would you? Just the big and famous ones. With a bunch of girls surrounding it.”
So then we left and after hearing Tiffany insult me and my driving for thirty minutes, we found a hotel swarming with girls holding posters saying like:
Harry give me your gravy!
Liam I hate spoons.
Niall you’re a beautiful Irish boy!
Harry I’m obsessed with your MAMMARIES.
What the hell is wrong with these people.
By then, I was really annoyed by Tiffany’s crap so I parked across the street and said, “Tiffany, just run over there, get a bloody picture of something so we can just leave.”
She squealed with delight and left. I rolled down my window and fiddled with my phone while watching my stepsister’s petite form squeeze in between other fangirls. A few minutes later, the car door on the passenger seat side opens.
“That was really fast Tiffy,” I said without looking up from my phone.
No reply. So I look up, only to find that Tiffany was definitely not sitting in my car.
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Right Place and Right Time
FanfictionNatalie is a rising senior who has a passion for volleyball, and a rich step-dad. Her step-sister, Tiffany, is a typical obsessed fangirl of the famous One Direction. However, Natalie has no interest in them whatsoever. But, will one day change her...
