New Struggles

Chapter 2: Little Fans

Chapter 2

Julie's P.O.V

I don't exactly remember what happen yesterday or how I got to my flat, all I remember is feeling like I couldn't breathe. I felt something really heavy on my chest, making it hard to breathe and then Alex shaking me and telling me I need to wake up. I cracked my eyes open to see Alex, the 27-year-old kid, bouncing on top of me, only an inch away from my face.

"Good, your up!" Alex exclaimed, scrambling off me before running out of the room, bounding down the hallway. I slowly stretched my aching limbs, popping a few in the process, as I sat up, letting the quilt slide down to my lap. I climbed out of bed, shuffling into my living room to see Tristan and Alex just chilling on my couch.

"How long have I been out?" I asked, in my groggy morning voice.

"Since yesterday morning." He stated. I stared at him, just a little shocked by what he said. I needed to pee; I'll go pee. When I came back to the room, I saw Alex and Tristan chatting quietly on the couch again.

"How'd you even get into my apartment?" I cocked an eyebrow curiously.

"Love, we know where the spare key is hidden." Tristan smirked. I just narrowed my eyes at him, but continuing my questioning.

"Why did you need to wake me up so early?" I groaned looking at the wall clock, 8:16.

"Cause you needed to eat." Alex answered the question.

"Oh okay, then where's the food?" I questioned as I scanned the flat, but coming up empty.

Alex pointed sharply to the fridge. I shuffle to it, lazily pulling it out to reveal, oatmeal, Destinee's favorite. I snatched one, and spoon before walking in front of the couch and plopping down next to Tristan and Alex's feet, clicking on the TV. Inbetweeners, cool.

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"You ladies have another hour and half until you can go down and meet the fans and then we need to go shopping since we didn't go yesterday for the Brit awards tonight." Alex went over our schedule, for like the 50th time.

"Okay, cool." We mumbled, not really paying attention to him, because when Titanic is sinking and people are dying, we will not hear you.

"Are you girls even listening?" Alex lifted his head from his tablet, to find us not listening to him, I guessed he figured to give up cause he stopped talking.

"GIRLS CHANGE IT TO ALAN CARR!!!" Tristan came dashing through my apartment door.

"No! Titanic is on!" We screamed, reaching for the remote as fast as Busta Rhymes can rap, but our attempts had failed, as Alex grabbed the remote and changed it, to Alan Carr. Which might I add was just fixing to go off…

"You monster! What have-"

"Just Watch!" Tristan screamed as he dived for the couch. We were going to protest some more until we heard Alan speak; we turned our attention to the TV.

"And joining us next week when we have the new famous duo sweeping America and Europe, Julie Adams and Destinee Mason!" Alan exclaimed happily, as the crowd roared. We looked up at Alex and Tristan smirking in our direction. The bastards knew the whole time.

"You knew?! And didn't tell us?" We screeched. They looked at each other and shrugged! Just shrugged!! Breathe Julie, you'll live. But WE'RE GONNA BE ON ALAN CARR NEXT WEEK!!! Did I mention I'm a fan of Alan Carr? No? Well I am, just like I'm a huge fan of Justin Bieber and One Direction, so is Destinee.

After we were done screaming to each other and ourselves, we dove into Tristan and Alex's lap.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU TWO ARE THE BEST GUYS EVER, WE LOVE YOU!!" We screamed as we crushed them to death and painted their cheeks in kisses.