Once Upon a Time {A One Direction Fan-Fic} ON HOLD

Once Upon a Time... I made up my mind and had a mini heart attack

I watched as Luna walked away from my house. I stood there for about three minutes, letting everything sink in. Bee Bee was purring and intertwining herself with my legs when I finally decided that enough was enough. I still didn't know what to do, but I couldn't just stand here. I'd get some help.

I picked up my phone and dialed a number I knew by heart — Christy's. It only rang twice before she answered with, "Hello?" She must know that it's me, since my picture comes up and everything, yet she still seems uncertain every single time.

"Hey... it's me, you know."

"Psh, of course I know. 'S'up, Girlie?!" Her chirpy voice lightened my heavy heart a little. I knew she'd know exactly what to say... maybe.

"Well, I kind of need your advice. So..." I trailed off. I didn't want to stay at my house, where my famy could hear us talking. Plus, it'd be better in person, anyway.

"... Darcie?" Christy was speaking from the other side of the phone, sounding a litte confused and slightly worried.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Um, could you meet me at Java Train? It'll take me some time to get there, but it's probably the best place."

"Why's that the best place, exactly?"

"Because I'm in great need of therapy but not in great need of an audience that consists of my parents and brother." I stated quite matter-of-factly.

"Oh, yeah, duh! Sure thing."

"I'll see ya there, then."

"Oh yah, you betcha," she said in a mediocre Minnesotan accent, before we hung up.

I really did need a therapy session, so much so that I arrived at Java Train a full ten minutes before Christy said she'd be there due to my antsy speed walking and long legs. I had already ordered a drink and found a table in the back to sit at when Christy showed up.

"Hey, gurl, heeey!" She quickly trotted over to where I was sitting. She had bubbliness about her that made people stare, not to mention her crazy blonde curls and peircing blue eyes. She just ignored it, because she honestly didn't care and, like always, I snarled like a gaurd dog at anyone that looked like they were checking her out. "So..." There was a pause as she readied herself for therapist mode. "... Tell me, what's been on your mind lately?"

"Okay, so, as you are fully aware, I assume, Micky, you, and, I get the chance to go with One Direction on their tour. You can't go, of course, though."

"Yes, please go on."

"Umm... okay, cray cray." I tend to get very slange oriented and become silly term prone when I'm with Christy. "And I just don't really want to go anymore, because I have this horrifying idea that it won't actually be any fun and they're all going to hate me, which would be like getting kicked in the uterus or punched in the throat."

"Hmmm. And how does that make you feel?"

"Like I'm going to get kicked in the uterus or punched in the throat..."

"Tell me about your relationship with your mother."

I couldn't help but crack a smile at this question. I sighed, going along with the charade. "Oh, don't even get me started on —"

"It just so happens I can't. Time's up. But tomorrow we're going to try something new."

We both laughed for a minute, after which I said, "When I become a psychiatrist, you better let go of those stereotypes real quick."

"Yeah, yeah," she briefly responded. "But now onto a more serious note," she stated, as her wide smile diminished. "I understand that as one of your best friends, I need to support you and help you, but in this case, in order to help you I can't really support you. Now, hold on, don't get the wrong idea. All I'm trying to say is that this is a major overreaction. You get the chance to meet the biggest boy band in the entire world and you're saying that you won't go? Please, Darc, you're better than that. Millions of girls would love to take your place. You're over here most likely crying and saying you need advice, having me think someone you love is about to die, when really you're only worried that a group of man boys won't like you.

"I've known you to really care what people think about you, but if they don't like you it's gonna be just fine. You'll be on a sweet tour bus for a month, with Luna Toons, and you'll get to pull pranks on the members whenever you please. Besides, they'll be the ones missing out, cause if they don't like Darcie Blue they simply haven't got a clue." She smiled at her own rhyme. "So take a deep breath and know that this is silly. You're going."

I looked at Christy with respect, kind of like if you learned that you're mother was a black belt in karate after she defended you from a gang on the streets. She had sat down with me and completely put me in my place. I don't know how she did it. Or how I had been freaking out. I was honestly being like those girls in movies that are ridiculously stupid and all you want to do is punch them in the face after asking the question, "WHYYYYYYY?!" throughout the entire thing. Thank you, no thank you. I'd rather do a face plant while standing still and embarrass myself in front of the whole world than be labeled that girl. 

"You don't even understand how grateful I am for this, Christina G Wiz!" I reached over the table and gave her a sort of half hug. "I've gotta get going to do other... things. Just kidding. Not gonna lie to you, I just don't want to be out in public today." I smiled sheepishly.

Christy smiled back and said, "Okay, all cool. I think Skylar is going to try to meet up with me here, anyhow."

I scrunched up my nose. "I still don't like his name very much. Do you think there's any chance he could go by Kyle or... something?"

"No! Oh my gosh, get out of here, you crazy mofo!"

I smiled and waved.

I stepped out into the sunlight and pulled out my phone to call Ronan. He didn't answer the first two times and let it ring till the very last second before picking up on my last try. "You've got a phone, have you thought about using it every once in a while?" was how I responded to his deep voiced, "Hello."

"Nope. So why, exactly, did you call?"

"Can you get off your lazy a$$ for a couple minutes to come pick me up?"

He groaned. "Maybe. Oh, your friend uhh... Her name's stupid and she's got that book shirt?"

"Luna. And it's not a stupid name, you're just stupid, yourself. So what about her?"

"She came by asking for you. I directed her to Christy's. Another stupid name." He mumbled the last part.

"Ahem, I heard that. So did you really think that was where I was? Did you not remember me saying, 'Hey, Ronan, I'm heading to Java Train' or what?"

"I heard you, I just like f***ing with your friends."

I laughed just like how I felt — pissed off. "Great one, bro. Real mature. Now are you gonna come pick me up or not?"

"You got there somehow, didn't you?"

"You know what? Screw you!" I hung up and knew he'd start snickering like the moron he is. 

Just wonderful, I thought. Now Lu Lu's probably off to Christy's trying to convince me to go with her on tour. Everything would be just fine and dandy, except I'm not there and there's no longer any reason to convince me of anything.

I walked down the boulevard of the neighborhoods surrounding the coffee shop. And then a furry face jumped up on me and made my pastel pink t-shirt all mucked up. My heart lept out of my chest the minute it happened. Some people shunned me for it, but I hated dogs. I shook my head in disgust and pushed in off of me. It's owner ran up after it. 

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry!!!" She told me, probably not minding in the least. She wasn't the one with puppy paws all down her front. "This little un just loves people! Again, I'm so sorry!"

You better be, you son of a fun time, I thought in my most angry head voice, I was already furious about Ronan and now this. Just perfect. 

I laughed, but it was more of a cackle than anything else. "Don't worry about it! I was actually planning on getting this shirt ruined!" 

And I started walking back toward home with that passive remark.