The Girl With The Mask (One Direction)

Chapter 9

Jennifer's POV

My phone vibrated in my hand and I immediately checked it. A text from Zach! Perfect!

Hey, would today be good for a video? Great! The plan is moving faster than I thought.

Yeah, but can we make it at your house? I'm kind of not supposed leave or have anyone over without telling people what I'm doing, and my channel is anonymous. I might have to sneak out.

After a minute I got a reply. Sure. Do you want me to pick you up? I'm already out. That's nice. Sure can you pick me up at the corner of Road Street and Avenue Bullivard? (Obviously not actual streets.) Sure. See you in like 20.

I quickly hop up and strip out of my sweats and tank top.

I pull on a pair of black jeggins, a pink big off the shoulder long sleeve shirt, a pair of black combat boots, and a bunch of random bracelets. I pull my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head before applying my makeup.

I hurry back into my room and slip my laptop into the black and white laptop bag. I slip the bag over my shoulder before putting my new guitar into the new, soft guitar case.

I look around my room and go into my closet. There's an extra plain white sheet at the top. I reach up to get it.

I tie the sheet to the handle of my guitar case before walking over to the window. I open it and stand on the sill. I'm holding my guitar and I turn around and place the other end of the sheet right under where the window will close.

I close the window and try tugging out the sheet. It doesn't work, thankfully.

I grab the sheet and slowly lower the guitar down. It goes down to about four feet off the ground. I quickly jump down the basically one story since my window goes down to the floor, basically, it's about four meters, but I think I'll be fine. I jump and land in a crouch. Yeah, I'm fine.

I grab my guitar and leave the sheet there before running down the street. I have five minutes, so I'm good. I get to the corner and wait. A few minutes later a grey sedan pulls up and the passenger window rolls down. Zach's sitting there.

I get up and open the back door, putting my stuff in. I climb into the front.

"I swear if you kidnap me, I will beat you up. I've tied up a 250 pound guy and given him a black eye," I warn him. He backs away from me a bit before starting the car.

"So what song do you want to do. We could do one with rap and singing or we could do a duet," I tell him.

"I'm a better rapper than singer," he tells me.

"K. How do you feel about like gay marriage?" I ask.

"What does that have to do with anything? I support it," he says, a bit confused.

"Ok, cool. So I was thinking Same Love by Macklemore, if you know the song," I tell him.

"Yeah, I know it. Sounds good." I nod.

"It will sound great, since you're American, so. Don't know how you kept the accent," I add.

"The person I like said they liked it when I moved here two years ago," he says. I nod.

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"Here we are!" he says as he pulls into the drive of a small blue house with a grey roof and white...trim? Yeah, I guess it's trim. There's a tiny grey porch with steps up to it in front of the door. It has a white railing and white posts.