"OMG! Layla! Look! It's One Direction!" I say to Ronny, just so loud that the boys can hear. They look around wildly, trying to spot who noticed them. They notice us jumping up and down.
"Hello there ladies! What are your names?" Liam asks.
"I'm Layla and this is Kayla. We love y'all! Can you please autograph our foreheads?" Ronny says. I start smiling like an idiot. I quickly replace with a frown.
"But I want them to autograph my shoes, shirt, shorts, glasses, and hat!" I fake whine. Wow this is fun. They start looking uncomfortable so I grab Louis, Harry, and Niall by their shirts and drag them into an alley while Ronny gets Zayn and Liam.
When we get in the alley, we take off our disguises and laugh at their reactions. "Y'all should see y'alls faces!" I gasp out between laughs.
"That wasn't funny!" every one of the boys protest except Louis. He's laughing with us. What?
"THAT WAS HILARIOUS!" Louis yells. Everyone looks at him weirdly and waits for him to stop laughing. Hey! He's our ride!
--------Skip to car ride--------
(I know there's alot of skipping! Sorry!)
"Where are we going anyways?" I ask, looking through my stuff. Ronny packed my stuff well. Thank you Ronny!
"A house we rented in Germantown. It's right outside Memphis," Niall answers. This leprechaun is funny! He says the randomest things and I never know what he's gonna do next.
"Okay! Are we there yet?" Ronny asks. That is the hundreth time she has asked!
"Yes! Woo hoo!!" Harry says. Finally! Time to plan out more pranks.
"Anna? Is this..." Ronny asks uncertainly. I look at the house closely. Then I look closely at the house next to it. Oh. My. Gosh.
"Yes. It is," I say sharply. These are the houses we had when we were little. Where we were raised. Where we met. Where we promised to never go again.

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