Horan Twins

Chapter Six

Bartley's P.OV

"What if the characters in the Wizard of Oz were superheros!" William exclaimed loudly. "Oh, hello, I'm made of tin and I'm here to save your life!" He said in a posh British accent. "Or, nice to meet you, I'm a scare crow and I'm here to scare all the criminals away!" He said, this time in a fake American accent that he surprisingly did quite well on.

"Alright Will, I think you've had one drink of vodka too many tonight." I said patting his back and helping him up.

"I don't drink vodka! I'm British I drink tea!" Prince William drunk, was defiantly a sight to see, as he used many stereotypes against his own kind.

"Let's get you to your room, Will." I said with a slight chuckle. In America, I was too young to drink, and my mothers still wouldn't allow it even in another country.

"Bartley, you're such a good friend. I think I love you." he said slobbery and gross, pressing his lips to my cheek in an attempt to show his affection.

"I love you too, man." I said, even if I didn't mean it. Drunk people need the affection. I defiantly didn't want William to cry on my shoulder as I carried him up the staircase and into his room.

He had been stressed about some royal commandment he was supposed to pass soon, and his wedding was just another clump on his shoulder. He wanted to lay back and relax, and he ended up drinking and having me look after him.

"Bartley, will you sleep in my room with me?" He said, his eyes half closed. He was wasted.

"No. I will not. Kate will cuddle with you though." I promised, and his eyes lit up.

"I forgot about Kate. I love her. I love her more than I love you!" He shouted through the empty hallway, finally at the top of the stairs.

"That's good to know." Will tripped over his own two feet, only falling halfway before I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back up.

"Carry me!" He shouted and I huffed. I had never really been muscular, but William wasn't a big guy and I figured I would be able to carry him the ten feet to his room.

Prince William got on my back, laughing obnoxiously as I gave him a piggy back ride.

I opened the door to his room, and although in my two weeks of staying here I hadn't seen it, I knew it would be grand. Ignoring the elegant room, I walked William over to his bed, and he let go of me, falling on the mattress.

Suddenly a door across the room opened, and Kate entered wearing a robe that ironically enough had Princess sewn into it.

"Is he drunk?" Kate asked with a groan.

"Yes." I relaxed, finally having his weight off my back.

"Did he make you carry him?" She asked.

"Yes." I answered breathlessly.

"He makes me carry him when he's drunk also. Did he talk about the Wizard of Oz and make fun of British people?" I only nodded, not having the energy to speak anymore.

"I honestly have no idea why I'm marrying him. He's so odd." She chuckled and finished combing her hair.

"Well, now that he's safe, and hasn't fallen down the stairs, I'm going to bed. My room is all the way in the east wing and I'm already tired from carrying him. Goodnight Kate!" I called, and shut the double doors to their room, walking down the hall toward the east wing.

I past my mothers room, sighing as I peeked through the cracked door. They had magazines sprawled out all over the floor, arguing about what kind of pie they should order -thanks to my suggestion.

After a brief second of stopping, I kept walking to my room. Once inside, I changed into my pajamas, and climbed into bed.

After what felt like hours, but was in reality only twenty minutes I gave up on trying to fall asleep. I grabbed my phone, going through my twitter. I had followed a few people that I went to high school with, and checking out what they were doing now was kind of interesting.

Most went to college around the United States, others continues their jobs at KFC and worked to pay rent.

They had followed me back, surprisingly. I had around two hundred followers on both my twitter, and my Instagram.

The photos I posted on Instagram were mostly of my adventures in England. Some of me in front of famous memorials, others of tea shops, and things that looked cool to me.

Deciding to post a picture, I posted one of William and I in the garden with one of my arms around his shoulder, and him laughing at me. A big fountain was in the background, shooting water from the top. That's why I posted the picture. Not because Will is pretty much my only friend, but because of the fountain. The water flew so elegantly back into the pool of water only to go through the same cycle over and over again.

That cycle was my life. Wake up everyday and do the same thing over everyday, only to go back home and start it all over again the next day.

That was what my life was like before my moms and I flew out to England. I didn't want to go back home. I wanted to live here, where I didn't have to live the same cycle over and over again.

Twenty minutes after posting the picture, it had more likes than I had followers, and I immediately knew that after posting that picture, my life would change forever.

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