Forever Young (A 1D Fan Fic)

Chapter One

Oh ew this story sucks so bad! I hate it so much! :( It is horribly written and seems like a little kid wrote it, I mean sure I was 14 nearly 15 but dang! Horrible!

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*Miley's POV*

"Are you ready, I mean we are going because you wanted to go.” I yawned, scratching behind my ear, giving my twin sister, Nicki, a pointed look.

"Yes, but one question, are you really wearing that?" Nicki replied, motioning towards my outfit, which I replied with a small shrug.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the people we were going to see, I was screaming inside, but Nicki doesn’t need to know that.

We walked down the stairs in silence, Nicki squealing once and a while, but overall it was silent.

“Gosh, Nick it’s not like we are going to see Little Mix, so hush.” I snapped after she squealed for the tenth time, even if we were almost at the car.

"But why aren't you screaming?" She asked as we walked towards our car.

                She doesn’t even know if I liked One Direction or not though!

It’s not like I hear you blasting ‘One Thing’ when you think I’m asleep or anything.

I jumped at the sound of Nicki’s voice in my head and gave her a glare, my wolf Luna making it more scary.

Hey, don’t look at me like that, I just found Stella’s power!

I only shook my head and opened the driver’s side door and started the car. Pulling the seat belt over my chest it was secured with a loud ‘Click’.

I softly sang aloud to the One Direction music Nicki started to play in the car, and backed out of the driveway.

“Nicki, there is literally no parking spaces!” I yelled at my now sobbing sister.

“We are going to miss our future husbands, and we will never see them ever again.” She blubbered, making me roll my eyes.

“Move, Grandma, and put some clothes on,gosh!” I yelled at the middle aged woman who was walking with a blonde girl with shorts too short and a crop top and a brunette who was wearing the same thing.

They all gave me glares, as my amazing Audi pulled next to their-

I started laughing seeing their blue minivan and made sure to laugh harder when I parked next to them.

“Sorry about my sister,” Nicki apologized, when we walked past the three people I yelled at, “she has problems.”