Undercover Directioner

Ch.1 "hardcore directioner".

"Victoria! Are you even listening to me?" My friend Allison raises her voice at me while waving her hand in front of my face.

"Haha no. What were you saying?" I say without really caring.

The reason I wasn't paying attention is because she was talking about how much she hates one direction and little does she know that I'm a hardcore directioner.

Yeah, yeah, I know. You may ask "HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL HER THAT?"

Easy. I don't want people or her to see me as that Fangirl. What I mean by that Fangirl is:

A). Crazy.

B). Out of control.

C). Annoying.

D). Does-not-shut-up-about-them.

E). Gets-offensive-if-you-talk-bad-about-them.

AND....so on. The list can go on til the end of time.

But yeah, no one, not even my own family knows I'm a hardcore directioner. I mean I don't even know if my own pet goldfish knows I'm a directioner.

It's not like I hide my 200+ posters and their CD's and t-shirts and merchandise under my bed in boxes and some in my drawers.

Anyways, as my best friend Allison continues to ramble on about how annoyed she is about one direction, I'm once again not listening. I'm pretending that I am.

"--So the girls in my class were like "1D WAS SPOTTED AT OUR LOCAL STARBUCKS EEEEEE" and--"

OHMAHGAWD. THEY WERE AT OUR STARBUCKS?! I knew I should've ditched and listened to my instincts.

"They were?" I interrupt her.

"Yep, they WOULD NOT shut up about it."

Lol I know I wouldn't of have. Only if you know, if I was a directioner that wasn't ashamed.

"Oh cool."

Hey! I'll call you later okay? Allison says looking at her phone then up at me.
"My moms outside in the front for me."she also adds on and gives me a hug and I hug back.

"Wait do you need a ride?" She pulls from the hug.

"Nope, my mom I supposed to be here soon."

"Kay, Kay. Call you soon!" She shouts running down the hallway.

Then my phone vibrated

Mom: Hey sweets! I'm here in the front, come on out. Xx

Wow. Literally it's been a whole school day and the only text I got was from my mom. Damn it, I must be very popular. Cue my 24/7 sarcasm.

As I walk towards my moms car I hear her listening to one direction on the radio.

"The story of my LIFE, I take her HOME, I drive all NIGHT to keep her warm and timeeee is fro-o-o-ozen."

Oh god. If only my mom knows what this song is doing to me. I literally try so hard no to just bust out dancing and yelling. Oh my god, don't do it. Don't do it. I repeat....

DO NOT DO IT.

Victoria, ABORT, ABORT.

You mustn't let your mom know.

But then of course I couldn't do it so this happened:

I mumble under my breath "The story of my life--"

"OH you know this song?! Should I turn it up??" My mom questions while placing her hand on the volume notch.

MOM STOP.