Not So Much Love

Games

Date: December, 11th, 2014.

It's been around 4 years now since the washroom dilemma. The boy band continue to grow in pop culture. Of course the duo only met them once, Alex. Stopped with all the drugs. But what Alex didn't know, Aubrey stayed in touch with one of the boys. Niall.

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"Alex.... Alex come out, come out where ever you are.." Aubrey sings, hoping Alex would hop out of her closet.

"No!" Aubrey heard a muffle voice. Of Alex.

Alex emerges from a large pile of clothes, pushing Aubrey down as she rushed out her bedroom.

"Well shit.." Aubrey mutters as she falls against Alex's dresser.

"These brownies are the bomb diggity!" Alex shouts from the kitchen.

Aubrey walks into the kitchen and opens the oven to find the brownies. She picks the tray up and drops it, to her luck on the counter.

"Shit. Hot." She hisses at tray of brownies. "Now what has Skylar added to you /this/ time..." Aubrey takes two forks and separates a brownie.

"Nothing! I made them." Alex grins, "ready for the game! Excited, I am. Skylar doesn't care.. Don't think you do also.." She shrugs. A football game was on tonight. Liverpool vs Manchester United. Premier League, they go head to head at Old Trafford.

"I mean, Liverpool and Manchester are- and I quote 'It is considered to be one of the biggest rivalry matches in England.' Which is crazy, I mean, do you think they fight like teenage drama filled female highschoolers? It would be funny.." She snickers at the thought of Gerrard and Vidić bickering like teenage girls. But then again. Suárez racially abused Evra.

"Alright, come on you two, let's get going. It's gonna get busy soon." Aubrey announces.

"Alright. Skyar! Come on! We're going!" Alex shouts, grabbing her backpack. Alex is all set, wearing her Liverpool jersey (to show support). Mobile in her pocket, and her keys. "And we are off!" She sings, slipping on her purple Vans™. Down to the lobby, getting in Alex's black 2004 Honda Civic. It was about an hour or so car drive. After awhile, Aubrey started texting Niall.

Aubrey: hello.

Niall: hey

Aubrey: what are you doing?

Niall: on our way to a game. You?

Aubrey: same..

Niall: wait, what?

Aubrey: what?

Niall: you're going to a game?

Aubrey: yes... Problem?

Niall: no... What game?

Aubrey: uh, lfc vs manchester united I think..

Niall: no way! So are we!

Aubrey: omg, that's great! n.n

Niall: is your friend going?

Aubrey: who? Alex? Yeah.. She's taking us.. Well, making us go.

Niall: that drug addict?

Aubrey: to be honest, she's clean now. Or sober i guess.. Idk.

Niall: haha alright, just make sure she greets us properly this time..

Aubrey: uhh... No promises. It's Alex, after all.

Niall: does she have any harmful weapons? Anything illegal?