No Envy (One Direction)

Chapter Eight

 Kailey

“LOUIS TOMLINSON” someone shouts in my ear.

“What? Where?” someone else asks in the background. I open my eyes to see Carmen about an inch from my face.

“Dude” I groan. “Not a great thing to see first in the morning.” A pillow hits my head. I'm too lazy to move it.

“Kaiteeeeee” someone whines. “Your hair is in my eye.”

“Why are you in my bed?” she replies.

“I'm nottttt” the first voice says. “But there's a hair in my eye and it's brown.”

“Daisy” Carmen says. “Your hair is brown.”

“Oh” Daisy mumbles. “Right.”

“How is the hotel still standing?” I ask aloud. “Seriously. Why haven't we destroyed it yet?”

“They'd probably kick us out if we destroyed it” Carmen says sadly.

“Probably?” Katie asks incredulously. Daisy laughs in a way that sound extremely horror-movie.

“Guyssssss” Carmen says. “I'm sexy and I know it.” I sit up. She has a lampshade on her head.

“Indeed” Daisy says seriously. “Guys, I'm tired.” She pulls her blankets back up over her head. “Wake me at ten.”

“It's ten” Carmen says, throwing a pillow at her.

“Shit” she mumbles.

“Hahaha” Carmen says. “You said a bad word.”

“Shit” Daisy repeats.

“I declare today pajama day” I announce. “Anyone else who's too lazy to get dressed may participate.”

And that is the story of how the four of us ended up downstairs in our pajamas.

-

We're, of course, the last girls to arrive, and the ones that everyone has been waiting on, and therefore, they are annoyed by us. Our pajamas get some looks though. And some snickers from the popular-type girls.

My pajamas are sexy. They have little teddy bears on the pants.

We all head into the limo, and drive off to the house. I really hope. Or else we've all been kidnapped and we're being taken to some secret location hidden deep in the Californian countryside where they're gonna torture us by pulling off our fingernails one by one and then making us eat them and then sewing our mouths shut while we're still alive and

-

feeding us fish for dinner.

“We're here” Carmen says, interrupting my internal monlogue.

Wow, I can go for a really long time on those.

“Holy sh-i-pping notice” I say, catching myself as I remember my promise to my mom. No cursing.

“That's a damn big house” says Carmen, who made no such promise.

The house is not a house. It's a mansion. That ate another mansion. That ate a generation spaceship. That devoured a racetrack. That consumed several hundred normal houses and six and a half trailers.

You get my point.

We pile out of the limo and onto the pavement, several people blinking in the light, approximately four people hissing dramatically.

“Ahh!” Carmen moans. “The light!” I hiss in response. Katie giggles. Daisy lets out a horror-movie laugh again. The populars roll their eyes.