My Favorites Songs And Pictures

chapter 3

"Okay, so like, if you could be any animal in the world, what would it be?" Welly asked from her spot on her bed. It was Saturday and we were supposed to be getting ready to go out, but she was still lying in her towel on her bed. We'd polished off nearly half a bottle of vodka between us and to say I was a little tipsy was an understatement.

I was supposed to be going over Michael's today, but he had asked to reschedule because he had something to do, and it hadn't bothered me. It meant I had more time to get ready. Thursday had been uneventful. He hadn't done the work I had asked him to do so we spent the whole time doing that. His mum was home though and she kept coming in to offer me something to drink or see if I wanted cookies. I think she just seemed excited to see Michael with a girl.

"I have no idea, a cat maybe?"

"I'd be a fox." she said thoughtfully.

"You already are." I smirked, causing her to erupt into a fit of laughter.

"There is that." she grinned. "So, how's Michael?"

"He's fine, as far as I am aware anyway." I shrugged.

"Oh, come on! You have to dish the gossip! What's his house like? What about his family? What's HE like?" she giggled.

"Get dressed and I shall consider telling you." I offered. I didn't like to gossip, but I also knew that it was the only way I was going to be able to make her get ready in time.

"You suck." she huffed, but she still dragged herself from her bed and made her way to the bathroom to get dressed.

Fifteen minutes later she reappeared fully dressed, make up on and ready to go. "I hate you." I sighed.

"What? Why?" she gasped.

"You always manage to look so perfect, and it kills me slightly." I laughed. I wasn't really self conscious at all. I liked how I looked, but Welly was seriously beautiful, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous from time to time.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, "give me the gossip then?"

"There isn't really all that much to tell. His house is really nice, and his mum is lovely. She's a feeder, that's for sure. I haven't met his dad yet, and Michael is, well, he's Michael. There really isn't that much to tell." I shrugged, because truth be told I really didn't know a lot about Michael. I thought maybe I'd learn something about him from his house, but there wasn't much to learn. His room was exactly as I imagined, it was dark, covered in posters, and there was a flat screen in the corner with both an Xbox and a playstation 3. All I learnt was that his mum liked to spoil him. Admittedly I was hoping to learn why he was so mean to me, but there was no such luck.

"That's really boring." Welly sighed, pulling on her jacket. "Are you ready to go?" she asked, walking towards her door, not really waiting to see if I was ready or not.

"Would it matter if I wasn't?" I chuckled, following her out of her room.

"Not really, I need a drink, and the band is starting in twenty minutes." she smirked.

"Who even are these guys?" I asked. I'd never heard of them, but I'd heard a bunch of girls going crazy about them in the girls toilets this morning.

"I don't know, but apparently there is a huge buzz over them recently, and apparently Louis Tomlinson tweeted about them or something." she shrugged. I felt somewhat disappointed. I liked One Direction, but in general they weren't my cup of tea. I liked heavier things, well not heavier, but heavier than One Direction. Things like Blink and All Time Low were more my cup of tea.