One Twist of Fate: One Direction

Chapter Two: Here We Go.

 I started almost-violently flinging clothes out of my closet and into my large black duffle bag. “Ariana, calm down. You don’t need to pack your entire room!” Jake said. “Please, I am meeting One Direction and I have to look fabulous, if I have to I’ll pack my entire house!” I joked. Jake was obviously already packed, since he had to come to my house. He decided to lie down on my futon as I rampaged through my room, I packed my makeup bag, three different hairbrushes, all of my bandanas, bracelets, rings, necklaces, hair clips, bobby pins and everything you could imagine a girl needs or doesn’t really need but, just has to have. “Ya know, I can’t help but feel like tomorrow is going to be the best day of my life. But, who am I to point out the obvious?” I asked smiling. I haven’t been this happy or excited about something in a long time.

I was finally packed and I looked over at Jake who was sound asleep on the futon. I felt like I was being a horrible hostess. Jake was at my house and I spent about two hours trying to figure out what to pack and he got bored and fell asleep. Oh well, we were meeting our boys tomorrow and I guess that was all that mattered. I was starting to feel a bit sleepy so, I set my alarm for 8:30 the next morning and I fell asleep on the mattress on my floor, which I call my Half Bed. That night I dreamt about the next day, meeting the boys and feeling their warm embraces in the hugs they gave me in my unconscious imagination.

My alarm went off the next morning at exactly 8:30. I woke up and wondered why I had set an alarm. I thought that Jake coming to my house and bringing tickets to a One Direction concert was all a dream. That’s when I groggily rolled over to face the futon and saw Jake lying there still asleep, I kind of screamed, “OH MY GOD.” Jake jumped up, “WHAT? WHERE? WHAT?” We both just stared at each other and started laughing. We woke up, got ready and made sure our phones were charged; I made sure my camera was charged. We didn’t do much to get ready considering we would have a lot of time after we went out for lunch.  I put my hair up in a loose messy bun; I didn’t wear any make up. I put on my black shorts with just a baggy t-shirt; on my feet I wore my black TOMS. I wanted to wear something comfortable for the train ride. As for Jake, he wore tan khaki shorts and a stripped t-shirt with Nike sneakers. We checked our bags one last time to make sure we had everything we needed, money included and then we were off to the train station.

We arrived at the station, got our tickets punched and we were off. The train ride lasted about two hours. The ride was quite boring but, of course Jake and I managed to make it fun. We just sat there listening to music on our headphones and taking dumb selfies, while talking about how excited we were and posting weird tweets to the boys. We finally arrived in Boston at noon; we were picked up from the train station in a black car with tinted windows. I felt so famous. We arrived at the giant, luxurious hotel for 12:30. We were thrilled and the adventure was only just beginning.