Baby be my Last First Kiss (a 1D Fan Fic)

Ch. 6

***Recap:

"Ari, I can't belive you just said that!" . . . Driving back, I realized...***

I was starved.

“Aaarrrriiii,” I whined. I knew she LOVED that. Note the sarcasm “I’m starved. Let’s go out to eat. Pleeeaaassseee…” I whined some more.

“Fine. Nando’s?” she asked.

“Nah, we always go there. Let’s go to the new iHop. I hear the Americans love it,” I said in my best American accent. Being European, it wasn’t easy. Ari was better at it than I was though.

“Ok, that was TERRIBLE, Tay,” Ari said, regarding my accent. “And they may love it, but they also love McDonald’s too so…” she trailed off.

“Point taken, but I still wanna try it. Pleaaase!!!!” I said stubbornly.

“Fine,” she answered. “You’re like a 5 year old,” she continued under her breath.

“Hey! I heard that,” I pouted.

“Good.”

She turned on the radio as we drove to the iHop. ‘Moments,’ by One Direction came on, and we both started singing along, me more quietly. At the part where it says ‘and the tears stream down my face,’ I saw Ari smirk out of the corner of my eye, because she knew I loved this song but despised the artists. And she gives me a lot of crap for it.

I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but Arianna is a fricking diehard 1D fan. She idolizes them. Who knows what she’d do if she met them, die on the spot, probably.

Me though? Not so much. My parents, being all up in da business stuff, have actually done stuff for their manager before, so I’ve actually seen them and been less than 10 ft away from them. (OMG FANGIRL EEEEEP!!!!) Just kidding I didn’t care. They all looked surprised that I didn’t flip but didn’t talk to me. Good; I liked it better like that anyway. If Ari knew that, she’d probably freak. They’re all just stuck up dicks though, sorry for my language. But it’s true. They all just care about their image and not even about being good people. Whatever. I’ve told Ari that before, and she called me crazy. Little does she know, she’s the crazy one. (a/n: ok guys you are probably really mad at me for calling them names and stuff but it’s just for the story ok?)

Anyway, back to the song Moments. That one and the song Little Things are the only ones I can stand. I mean, I love both of them. Ari knows I like them, but not as much as I do. I like Little Things more so because well, Ed Sheeran wrote it. I love him, he is my favorite artist ever and my favorite song by him is Lego House. It’s just an amazing song. I’d kill to go to a concert of his and probably will soon, but Ari won’t go with me, so I’ll have to find someone to go with me.

The song ended, and switched through the stations since another annoying song by 1D came on. Dang, right after the good one. Switching through the stations, I stopped on one that I heard playing one of my other favorite songs. Radioactive ahhhh!!! By Imagine Dragons? Don’t tell me you haven’t heard it, it’s wonderful. It’s so… empowering I guess. I can’t explain it. It just gives me this feeling.

Finally, after the song ended, we pulled up to the restaurant. Yum. I actually don’t think it’ll be that bad.

We pulled into the medium-sized parking lot and Ari backed into a space, turning off the radio. I opened the door and jumped out of the car before it even came to a full stop. I ran inside to the lady at the place to get seated.

“Excuse me, can I have a table for 2?” I asked excitedly but sweetly.

“If possible a booth in the back, that’d be great,” Ari said coming in. “I don’t need to be embarrassed in public,” she mumbled.